In the ragged thatched hut, Yao Xian'er stood on the verge of her hand, and the low spell sounds stirred in the thatched hut, but were blocked by the sound-insulating magic array and could not be transmitted. As the spell became more and more urgent, infinite particles of light escaped from Yao Xian'er's body.

At this moment, Yao Xian'er is as beautiful as Prajna and as majestic as a god. Even the bright moon in the night sky cannot compare to Yao Xian'er's holy moment.

The light particles were rapidly escaping from the surface of Yao Xian'er's hands, face, and all the skin surfaces. Although they were called light particles, they were not dazzling, and they were as gentle as the Mid-Autumn Festival moonlight. The light particles gathered more and more, as if they were like silver moons. The light quickly condensed into talismans and quickly fell into the eyebrows of Tangcheng.

Every more than a quarter of an hour, Yao Xian'er's face turned pale. However, no matter how it changes, Yao Xian'er's eyes were as gentle and firm as it was, without any change.

The stars and moon slowly shift in the sky.

After a long time, Tang Cheng finally opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Yao Xian'er's relieved smile. Yao Xian'er gave Tang Cheng a affectionate glance. With a smile, his whole body collapsed and turned into a light silver light. The light, like a candlelight in the wind, swaying.

Tang Cheng didn't understand what was going on. He looked at Yao Xianer's current state in confusion, his eyes flashing, wondering what he was thinking?

The golden light filled with the hut was rapidly invading, and Yao Xian'er was slowly turning from silver to gold. It was the endless power of the Creation Golden Lotus, and Yao Xian'er, who was extremely weak, had no way to resist it.

Yao Xian'er seemed to be surprised at her condition, as if she was surprised and happy. However, before she could say anything more, the Creation Golden Lotus suddenly came to the abyss-like devouring force, which brought her whole body into the flower stamen.

Tang Cheng was extremely shocked, as if someone pushed him behind his back. He suddenly sat up, looked at the direction where Yao Xian'er disappeared, his face twisted like a ghost, and shouted sadly, "No!"

The soundproof formation was invalid as Yao Xian'er disappeared. Hearing Tang Cheng's scream, outside the hut, the inexplicable Longzhuer and Mingye Zhenren broke open the already decayed wooden door and broke in.

There was only Tang Cheng in the house, and Tang Cheng looked very good. The two of them were about to ask questions clearly, but Tang Cheng's wide eyes suddenly dripped from blood, which was torn blood at the corners of his eyes.

Then, Tang Cheng squirted a mouthful of blood and fell to the bed in a deep slump.

Long Zhuer was shocked and rushed to Tang Cheng and started to check in a hurry. Ming Ye Zhenren was relatively calm. Through the breath measurement, he could confirm that Tang Cheng was not seriously injured. Compared with the obscure and thrilling aura before, Tang Cheng is much better now.

But the patient has recovered, but where has the doctor gone?

Zhenren Mingye frowned and looked at everything in the hairy house, hoping to see clues, and slowly, he had a conclusion in his heart. Tang Cheng's situation was not as expected by Zhenren Mingye, and Tang Cheng woke up slowly in a short while.

The eyes were filled with blood. The first thing Tang Cheng said when he woke up was not to greet the happy Long Zhuer and the silent Zhenye Zhenren, but to ask nervously: "Xian'er, have you been here?" At this moment, Tang Cheng stared at the two of them with great hope, hoping to hear a negative answer.

Long Zhuer felt a little laughed and said with a forced smile: "Fairy Yao said there was a way to cure you, so she drove us out and treated the disease alone. When we rushed in, Fairy Yao was gone!"

Zhenren Mingye nodded and said in a deep voice: "Cheng'er, tell me carefully what you saw."

Tang Cheng was extremely bitter, and he said it truthfully without any concealment. The more Ming Ye Zhenren heard it, the more excited he looked, and finally said: "It seems that what I guess is right. Xian'er, she still has a glimmer of hope."

As he said that, Zhenren Mingye reported his guesses one by one. Yao Xian'er must have used some secret technique, which is most likely a taboo sacrifice technique, and abandoned his soul and body to treat Tang Cheng's soul trauma.

She should have completely dissipated between heaven and earth, but because of the power of the Creation Golden Lotus, some kind of change occurred, so she retained the last glimmer of hope. After saying that, Zhenren Mingye said: "Cheng'er, what is Xian'er's future like, depends on your own!"

Tang Cheng nodded quietly, Long Zhuer grabbed Tang Cheng's hand and said firmly: "Even if we travel all over the world, we must find a way."

Tang Cheng's face was as calm as water, and he even smiled gently at Long Zhu'er. However, at this moment, it seemed that there were thousands of steel knives cutting flesh and blood in his heart, and the pain drowned him like the sea, and he could hardly breathe.

At this moment, he wanted to chop himself up and feed the dog. The white fox seemed to notice Tang Cheng's pain, jumped onto the bed, snuggled up under Tang Cheng's armpit, and added a hint of warmth to Tang Cheng with his fur.

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Three days later, the beeping sound of bamboo sticks hitting the stone slabs on the winding road leading to the top of the mountain came from the sound of a bamboo stick hitting the stone slab. The sound was dull and monotonous, like the crutches of an old man in the evening.

Tangcheng walked around a forest, walking alone, with a blank expression. A white fox followed him, slamming the autumn insects in the grass like a playful look.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, or the darkness before dawn. The midsummer has passed and early autumn has come, and there is a hint of coolness in the wind. Tang Cheng looked much more mature in his black robe.

Climbing to the top of Feilai Peak, Tang Cheng sat on a mottled stone, looked at the east, and said nothing. The white fox jumped on Tang Cheng's shoulder and used his delicate tail to block the wind and cold. At this time, the wind blew across the mountain peak and bent the grass's waist.

“Is the view here beautiful?”

"Sister Zhen is always like this?" Tang Cheng asked lightly, no sadness or joy.

No matter when or where, Zhen Yao was wearing an extremely bright red dress, just like her hot personality. Zhen Yao slowly sat down against Tang Cheng, only one foot away, and the faint fragrance of her daughter came from the air, refreshing.

"I heard you didn't take any pills?"

"Not bad! Is Sister Zhen here to persuade me?"

"No! I understand, when Master Xian left, I was the same. I felt that only pain was the most real." Zhen Yao stared at the void, recalling the past when the demon clan raided the Southern League, and she rushed to Kunlun alone thousands of miles away. Tang Cheng slowly stretched out his palm, and from the surface, the cracks in the bones were vaguely visible.

The day before yesterday, Zhenren Wangyou finally rushed back from Huanzhen Dao. Although he did not bring back the spiritual medicine to cure the damage to the soul, he brought back a Shangqing Baibao Pill that could perfectly heal all physical injuries.

At that time, Tang Cheng smiled and refused. The old Taoist Wangyou saw the pain hidden deep in his eyes, and only patted his shoulder without any force.

"I want to use this pain to tell myself, think twice before doing everything!" Tang Cheng said word by word, his facial features twisted in pain.

If everything could be done again, he would definitely not be as impulsive as before! However, there is everything in this fantasy world, but there is no medicine for regret.

"On the road to growth, some pain is destined to be unable to be shared with others." Zhen Yao glanced at Tang Cheng with regret, stood up slowly, and disappeared.

Tang Cheng smiled miserably and murmured to himself: "If this is the price of growth, then I would rather be confused forever."

Tang Cheng held down the white fox on his shoulder, and then he stroked its snow-white fur in his arms and asked quietly: "Xiaoyue, do you think if I didn't go to save you, will they really kill you?" The white fox tilted his head, turned his golden pupils, and looked at Tang Cheng in confusion, not understanding.

Clouds and mists rise under their feet, skipping over the pine branches, flying over the grass tips, submerging the dewdrops, setting off the colorful butterflies, and their changes are vividly interpreted by the four words "White Clouds and Cang Dogs". Even the most famous painter cannot describe it at the end of his pen. This is the famous Kunlun Sea of ​​Clouds. Tangcheng stared at the clouds and mists in a daze. At this time, the sky in the east became brighter and brighter, and the waning moon in the west became almost invisible.

The morning sun has not yet appeared, and the far-reaching light has already coated the white clouds with bright colorful patterns. It is the brilliant morning glow, and its magnificent beauty makes people feel relaxed.

One person approached silently. Tang Cheng stood up and turned to salute. But before he could bend over, the old Taoist Wangyou had already held his arms.

"You, everything is good, it's too much courtesy. This is not as free and easy as the old Taoist."

"The country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change, and I am helpless to my disciple!"

"Sit!" said the old Taoist, and then sat down at Zhen Yao's position just now. He looked at the beautiful scenery of the east for a while, and after a long time, he sighed: "How many years have you not been to the top of this mountain? People are almost moldy when they are soaked in wine bottles!"

Seeing that Tang Cheng was still standing, the old Taoist shook his head and said, "This Demon King is so powerful, so I don't have confidence in the old Taoist either."

At the beginning, when the old Taoist Wangyou returned, he saw that Tang Cheng had woken up, and immediately asked who the enemy was. He must kill him to be considered as avenging Tang Cheng. Tang Cheng refused firmly and said that he wanted to avenge this revenge by himself.

However, the top leader could count the number of people who injured Tang Cheng to such an extent. The old Taoist was not a fool. After a little exclusion, the truth was about to emerge.

"Master, do your own things. If you are beaten up and you have to come forward, what's the difference between the disciple and those wastes?"

"But you can't avenge you, disciple. I can't eat well, sleep well, and I don't even have the heart to drink good wine. What do you think I should do?" The old man glared at Tang Cheng, as if Tang Cheng owed him a few coins.
Chapter completed!