"Buzz" sound.

The sword hanging in the air suddenly trembled, and then the human sword separated. Fu Zhihong staggered to the ground. At this time, his face had no color, and the withered bone in his body was devouring the essence and blood faster than before.

He was getting faster and faster, and with the fierce fight just now, there was no real energy left in his body.

Waves of fainting came.

A sound of "Peng"!

Fu Zhihong completely fell to the ground and passed out.

If you can't wake up in time.

Then his life, which he finally saved, will be handed over to him immediately.

A steady stream of essence and blood is absorbed by the dead bones.

Fu Zhihong's face had turned gray. At the critical moment, the seven-hole exquisite leaf amulet held tightly in his hand emitted soft auras, and the auras disappeared into his body.

"Call"

A quick breath.

Fu Zhihong suddenly woke up.

He thought someone had saved him, but when he looked around, there was no one there. When he looked down, he saw that the amulet of the seven-hole exquisite leaf in his palm had turned into a white smoke and completely dissipated:

"It's the talisman of Eleven!"

A warm current flashed through Fu Zhihong's heart.

At this time.

He didn't have time to think too much.

Use hands and feet together.

Move little by little towards Ouyang Yan's body.

When his strength was exhausted, he finally crawled to Ouyang's body. He turned sideways and pressed directly on Ouyang Yan's body. The exposed skeleton also stabbed Ouyang Yan with a "pop" sound.

On the body.

Ouyang Yan died not long ago.

The blood has not yet frozen.

Fu Zhihong found that the dead bones were withdrawing from his body bit by bit, completely submerging into Ouyang Yan's body.

"It really worked!"

Fu Zhihong's eyes lit up.

The last bit of the dry bone has not entered Ouyang Yan's body.

Turn over immediately.

Hide away from a distance.

Just see.

Ouyang Yan's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fu Zhihong breathed a sigh of relief after saving his life. He climbed to the entrance of the stone monument path, sat cross-legged and meditated, and started to use the exercises to restore his true energy. A month later, the wound on his chest finally healed, and his body's true energy also recovered by three degrees.

One percent.

He set his sights on the road not far away.

But he saw that Ouyang Yan, who had turned into a skeleton, had a dead bone embedded in his body. The dead bone was shiny black. Ouyang Yan ran away in a hurry, leaving nothing behind but a corpse.

Fu Zhihong looked at the withered bones.

Eyes narrowed slightly.

Think about it.

Right hand pinch.

A spell was struck on the storage bag, and a ray of light fell on Ouyang Yan's corpse in the storage bag. The corpse continued to shrink and was put into the storage bag together with the withered bones.

In the process.

No accident occurred.

Fu Zhihong couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's time to leave."

It had been too long since he came in, but his eyes fell on the dead end of the stone monument, and his eyes were a little sad. After waiting here for so long, he still didn't see Mr. Fu show up. I was afraid that the old man had already...

Fu Zhihong waited at the fork in the road for a few more days.

Seeing that Mr. Fu really didn't come out of the dead end, he picked up a handful of soil at the dead end and put it in a jar.

The old man was sent to the Qingxu Sect when he was a child, and he lived with his mother in the clan. He met his father only a handful of times. Later, his father returned to the clan and got closer to his granddaughter, Eleven.

The clan was busy with affairs and didn't spend much time with his father. Ordinarily, he and his father didn't have a deep relationship. However, at this time, he felt that a mountain that he had never seen that protected him from wind and rain suddenly disappeared.

, a feeling of emptiness and helplessness arises spontaneously.
Chapter completed!