Shen Yu held the Monroe flower for a long time before asking: "Is this why you desperately entered the bottom of the Dark River Styx?"
Wen Yi nodded: "You are very important to me."
Shen Yu was seriously injured in the ruins of the God War.
He seems to be in some kind of crisis now.
Even though they have become golden elixir realm monks, the two of them still cannot break the life and death contract:
"You are my last trump card, so of course I have to be nice to you."
Shen Yu is strong, but there are still many crises and difficulties in the days to come. It would be best for him to recover as soon as possible.
Shen Yu helped him a lot during this period, and Wen Yi was not an ungrateful person.
Whoever treats you well can be felt by yourself.
Shen Yu treated him with sincerity, and she should naturally repay him with sincerity.
"Thank you." Shen Yu put the Monroe flowers into his bag, "We can leave now."
Monroe flowers have miraculous effects on ordinary spirits, but they have little effect on Shen Yu.
What made him happy was Wen Yi's heart.
This sincerity made him feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time, just like when Shen Shui believed in him unconditionally.
He failed Shen Shui because of his own reasons, and now he doesn't want to let Wen Yi down.
"We are so close to each other, why bother saying thank you." Wen Yi raised her hand and patted Shen Yu on the shoulder, "I have to go find Fu Yu."
Shen Yu looked at his shoulders and raised the corners of his mouth a little bit. The anger between his eyebrows faded away. He smiled happily: "Okay."
Going all the way down the Styx River, Wen Yi finally found the unconscious Fuyu on a rocky beach.
Because she couldn't shake the thermometer, she could only carry it on her back.
"What are you doing carrying him?" Shen Yu watched the petite and frail man carrying Fu Yu, and an indescribable anger surged into his heart.
"I won't carry him, how can you do it?" Wen Yi said angrily, "Shen Yu, are you jealous?"
She could understand Shen Yu's mood.
Wen Yi also had this feeling. Her best friend was so close to other people, and it was hard to avoid feeling uncomfortable in her heart.
But the current situation is that Fu Yu cannot take care of himself at all.
I don’t know how much water he drank from the Styx. Is he stupid?
If I was stupid, how could I explain it to Fu Yun?
"Nonsense." Shen Yu was unreasonable but very angry, "You can be nice to whomever you want, and you can carry whoever you want, but I have to remind you that although the Styx River is guarded by a little phoenix, it contains terror. The power of evil.
If you are really good for him, don't delay and send him to Fu Yun immediately.
Only he has the ability to get rid of the evil spirits and evil spirits in Fu Yu."
Shen Yuai and Wen Yi argue about small things, but they are never ambiguous about big things.
Wen Yi looked at the purple-black Fu Yu, "How about I try to help him get rid of evil spirits?"
"Leave professional matters to professionals. Although you have good attainments in spells, compared with Fu Yun, there is still a certain gap."
"If you make the slightest mistake, you will be backlashed."
There is a sequence of learning, and there is a specialization of skills.
Wen Yi instantly understood Shen Yu's worries.
Shen Yu was right, she was not a disciple of the Fu Sect. Some special evil spirits and evil spirits needed special power to get rid of them, rather than tearing them apart violently.
Violence is easy to use, but it has endless consequences.
"My long sword has been broken, and the Life Sword has not yet been condensed. Can you condense the three Qianyuan Sword fragments into a long sword? I plan to take the Fuyu sword with me, which will make it faster."
As long as Wen Yi doesn't betray this little fool, Shen Yu thinks it's okay.
After a while, three Qianyuan Sword fragments condensed into a transparent long sword.
This sword looks no different from an ordinary fairy sword.
If you use spiritual power to detect it, you will know that only three pieces are solid, and the rest are the essence condensed from murderous aura.
Wen Yi made a seal with both hands, enlarging the size of the fairy sword hundreds of times.
She was about to walk up with Fu Yu in her arms, when she suddenly saw Shen Yu raise his hand, and Fu Yu was like a cargo being thrown high, hitting the fairy sword heavily.
Wen Yi: "..."
awesome.
Under the guidance of Shen Yu, the Immortal Sword quickly left the Dark River of Styx, broke out of the barrier and returned to the ruins of the God War.
Seeing the familiar blood-colored thick fog thermometer felt like I had come alive.
The temperature in the Dark Styx is extremely low, as if you are in the coldest month of winter. This makes the climate in the ruins of the God War extremely warm and suitable.
Wen Yi took out the living map Ziwei Pavilion gave her to look for the exit.
Three hours later.
She finally saw a half-open double door.
Outside the gate are the people of Ziwei Pavilion.
There were three elders Wen Yi met, as well as Gu Yanting, but Fu Yun was the only one who did not see him.
"Someone is coming out, someone is coming out!"
The elders of Ziwei Pavilion guarding the main gate looked at the figure flying out of the bloody gate with doubts on their faces.
They didn't recognize Wen Yi sitting on the fairy sword at all.
But the person lying on the fairy sword is the talisman they have been looking for for a long time.
"Thank you to this fairy for saving our Ziwei Pavilion disciples." An elder came forward and she saluted solemnly: "You are the benefactor of our Ziwei Pavilion."
Those who trespass on the ruins of the God War must be punished by Ziwei Pavilion.
The implication is that Wen Yi is not considered a trespasser, but a benefactor of Ziwei Pavilion, and naturally does not need to be punished.
"fine."
Wen Yi looked at the seriously injured elders of Ziwei Pavilion with mixed feelings in her heart.
She looked up.
A faint silver glow penetrated the thick white mist and sprinkled over the ruins of the God War, coating the blood-colored world with a layer of silver glory.
Compared to the calm elders of Ziwei Pavilion, Gu Yanting's heart was filled with turmoil: "Wen Yi is really you!"
A look of disbelief appeared on his arrogant face.
Before entering the ruins, Gu Yanting suspected Wen Yi's identity, but was unable to confirm it.
Looking at this beautiful face that could eclipse all the female cultivators in the world of immortality, Gu Yanting opened her mouth:
"Don't tell me that you came to the God War ruins to follow in Jiang Huaiyu's footsteps."
For some reason, when he saw Wen Yi, he thought of Jiang Huaiyu. When he thought of the entanglement between him and Jiang Huaiyu, Gu Yanting became depressed, the arrogance on his face turned into ridicule, and the words he said were very worthy of being beaten.
"Don't cut off your tongue." Wen Yi sarcastically said, "Gu Yanting, don't take yourself seriously."
Seeing Wen Yi turn her attention to herself, she was obviously scolding Gu Yanting but she felt inexplicably happy.
"A gentleman is magnanimous, and a villain has a lot of emotions." Gu Yanting raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it difficult to admit who you are here for?"
Wen Yi walked to him and said, "Come on."
Gu Yanting didn't know why: "What are you doing? Don't worry, I don't hit women."
Unless it's something particularly annoying.
A layer of frost formed on Wen Yi's delicate and beautiful face.
Gu Yanting seemed to be suffering from some serious illness. He forgot to eat but not to fight. He was always so self-righteous and judged the gentleman with the heart of a villain.
Wen Yi: "Take out your sword and let's fight to the death."