Swampland.

There are too many variables.

Fu Shiyi did not let Fu Sitian and the others slowly refine the toxins. He took out a bottle of poison-resolving pills from his storage bag and fed them to them one after another. He put his hands on their vests and used his true energy to quickly kill them.

Refining toxins in the body.

As time goes by.

Two days later.

The dark green skin of Fu Sitian and Fu Yimu slowly turned red and returned to normal.

Another day has passed.

Their faces returned to normal, and the dark color on their lips faded. They woke up leisurely one after another. When they saw it was Fu Shiyi, Fu Yimu's face was grateful, excited, and a little guilty at the same time:

"Aunt Eleven"

"Thank you for helping me and Sitian detoxify."

According to seniority.

Fu Yimu is a generation younger than Fu Sitian, so he should be called Uncle Sitian, but Fu Sitian is unwilling to kill him, and instead calls Fu Yimu his brother.

"As long as you're okay."

"Yimu, Sitian, in the past half year, have you been able to contact the rest of the family?"

Fu Shiyi shook his head.

When he and Fu Sitian teleported in from the outside, they landed in this swamp. At first, they thought they could get out of this swamp with their own magic power, but they didn't know that they flew nearly ten thousand miles and didn't even touch the edge of the swamp.

When they were about to run out of elixirs, they finally chose this small mound to settle down.

Among them.

Fu Shiyi saw hundreds of feet of green trees and white lotuses.

These two things are the products of the fusion technique practiced by Fu Sitian and the two of them.

During the conversation.

Fu Yimu did not reveal the specific techniques they practiced, so Fu Shiyi was too sensible to ask further. Everyone has their own secrets.

"OK"

"Ichimu, you guys rest for a while and then we'll set off."

Fu Shiyi took a picture of the storage bag.

A flash of light.

Three hundred and sixty-six high-grade spirit stones were embedded in the tree wall one after another according to special orientations. As Fu Shiyi's seal changed, a simple spirit gathering array was arranged. With a "boom", a dense cloud of

Spiritual energy burst out in the tree hole, and within a few breaths the spiritual energy in the tree hole climbed to the concentration of a fourth-level spiritual spring.

Flying all the way.

In addition, I just performed exercises on Fu Sitian and the two of them to heal their injuries.

More than half of the true energy in her body has been consumed.

There were only three Spirit Replenishing Pills left in the storage bag. They were for emergency purposes. Therefore, if she wanted to restore her true energy, she could only use the spirit stones to set up a spirit gathering array. Fortunately, she collected them from the storage bag among Zhang Yiyun's sisters.

She had to buy four thousand high-grade spirit stones. Otherwise, she would be heartbroken to death if she spent three hundred and sixty-sixty yuan at once.

Cultivation has no time.

Half a month later.

Feeling refreshed, Fu Shiyi and the others woke up from their cultivation one after another.

It’s time to leave soon.

Fu Sitian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly formed a seal with his hands.

Wisps of white light burst out from his body.

Immediately.

A lotus platform emerged from his Dantian. The palm-sized lotus platform, as Fu Sitian entered several spells, instantly turned into a drum twice as big as used for sacrifices.

"Aunt Eleven"

"This is Sitian's magic weapon, let's go up."

Fu Yimu signaled Fu Shiyi to go first. After Fu Shiyi stepped into the lotus platform, he followed Fu Sitian and fell into the lotus platform side by side. Wisps of white light lingered around the lotus platform, blocking out the poisonous mist that wanted to get closer.
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However.

Move this lotus platform.

Fu Sitian is obviously struggling.

Less than half a stick of incense.

There is sweat oozing out from the forehead.

"Sitian, give."
Chapter completed!