Wanlin Garden.

A ten thousand-year-old tree was transplanted into the garden, and the thick main trunk was as wide as ten people surrounded it.

Within a hundred meters of Lao Weishu.

No grass grows.

A thick layer of snow frost was accumulated on the ground.

This snow frost dissipates a trace of yin and cold air.

A green rainbow rushed from a distance and landed on the edge of the old Wei tree. The green light disappeared, revealing Fu Shiyi's figure. She waved her sleeves and the frost on the ground instantly dissipated. As a gust of cold wind blew, a somewhat transparent ghost flashed out of the old Wei tree.

This ghost.

It was Fu Zhifei, who was responsible for setting up the last layer of the God-killing Formation.

"Uncle!"

Fu Shiyi exclaimed.

Before setting up the formation.

She once asked my uncle if it would be hindered. The other party's words were firm, but he never thought that his body would almost collapse now.

"Eleventh, I'm fine, just go back to the temple to raise it."

Fu Zhifei was rarely weak and had no strength to speak, but he still forced himself to comfort Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi blamed himself.

at this time.

She knew that there was no delay for a moment.

A thought moves.

The next moment.

The two disappeared in Wanlin Garden.

It appears again but is in the Taiyi Temple in the temple.

In the main hall.

Uncle San immediately walked out when he heard the movement. When he saw Fu Zhifei's situation, he browned, cared and cursed him. Then he took him to the side hall in a hurry. The door of the side hall closed heavily, leaving Fu Shiyi, who was full of guilt, outside the door.

"Eleven, don't worry, your uncle will be fine."

Old Fengtou rubbed his head against Fu Shiyi.

at this time.

Sister Meiya also heard from the Yin Ling Field in the backyard.

She held Fu Shiyi's hand, said nothing, but just accompanied her silently.

After half an incense stick.

Only vague spell sounds were heard from the side hall.

Then.

There was a "buzzing" sound over the main hall of Taiyi Temple, and the divine light trembled slightly, and a ray of divine power was difficult to pull from the Taiyi God statue in the main hall to the secret room of the side hall.

Obviously.

The third uncle is retrieving divine power to heal his uncle Fu Zhifei.

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up, and suddenly turned around and quickly walked towards the main hall. He looked at the Taiyi God Lord, whose face was a little clearer than before. He quickly sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the hall, chanting a spell in his mouth.

"Meiya, don't go in."

The old Fengtou stopped Meiya who wanted to follow her into the palace.

Sister Meiya turned to look at Lao Fengtou, and her eyes flashed with doubts.

Lao Fengtou explained: "Meiya, the real owner of this temple is Eleven."

So if you want to call the divine power, Fu Shiyi is the most suitable one.

As expected.

But see.

With the sound of spells in the hall, it sounded.

The body of the Taiyi Divine Lord seemed to tremble slightly, and then the divine light was enormous. Threads of divine light roared out from the main hall, and fell into the secret room of the side hall with a bang.

Such a big noise.

All three people from the underworld next to him were alarmed.

The three clan leaders got together.

Chief Yuan said in surprise:

"This temple prays to the great power of the master has increased, and he can actually reap such a great amount of divine power."

Chief Yuan thought to himself that he would be more respectful of this temple blessing in the future.

The bandit leader glanced at him but his eyes flashed. Then he turned around and went into his own yard and headed to the backyard. He told his ancestor about the words of the leader Yuan, but the ancestor shook his head. The bandit leader exclaimed: "Ancestor, what do you mean is this change caused by the temple master?"

The bandit ancestor nodded.
Chapter completed!