Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

On the rotten and dark rhizome, the two surviving weak vines were huddled together pitifully, like innocent children who had lost their parents in the artillery fire in an unpredictable disaster. The Prince Pearl clinging to their bodies was not destroyed by the destructive energy from all sides.

The charred black trunk exhausted its last breath, protecting its seed intact in the embrace built with great effort. Tan Ruijun's instinct allowed him to calmly and tearfully carry out his original intention at the critical moment of life and death.

The sky was filled with muddy and turbid earth, and the air was filled with black smoke. Bloody, stubbled bones, and dead bodies of animals lay everywhere.

It won’t be long before the tragic scene of the fierce battle between the two sides will gradually fade away, and no trace of it will be found.

The woody fairy plant that lived next to Tan Ruijun became the first victim of the disaster because of its healthy shape and eye-catching height.

They were old friends and neighbors who had lived together for tens of thousands of years. The deep-rooted affection aroused Tan Ruijun's compassion, and both of them withered.

There was a floc-like snowflake falling from the sky, which was scattered so heavily that it seemed as if a fairy had grabbed a handful of goose feathers from a flower basket, raised them high in her palms and tossed them into the silent wilderness.

Chu Yunze was suspended in mid-air, his body becoming transparent and light as a feather. Gui Xue could not get close to him, and the ground beneath his feet was getting thicker and thicker.

In his confused state, he was inexplicably drawn into this world, and inexplicably participated in watching the whole process from the perspective of the invaders.

The spirit of one piece of grape vine broke free from its main container and accidentally drilled into a small spirit beast that happened to pass by.

However, the other vine was able to transform itself and turn into a fat doll on the spot.

The story, which was hard to tell true from false, ended here, and Chu Yunze's coma also ended.

Bai Luoli stayed by the couch until dawn, still wearing the plush cloak that Jiang Yuning had brought for him.

At this moment, his eyelids were sleepy and he was deeply immersed in playing chess with Zhou Gong.

"Master... Respected." The dry mouth and thirst filled his entire throat. As soon as he uttered the first syllable, he felt particularly weak when he wanted to speak again. He could only express himself by separating the words one by one.

Bai Luoli's eyelids remained motionless. Don't blame him. Only Chu Yunze could hear his voice. Others didn't even know that he had spoken.

The young man had already lost the strength to speak, and he had no choice but to disrespectfully push Bai Luoli, who was sleeping sweetly.

This action finally worked. The man raised his head suddenly, and his eyes, which were not completely clear, still showed a bit of dullness.

He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them slowly, "Yun Ze, you're awake!" Bai Luoli was afraid that he was still asleep, so he asked hurriedly.

Chu Yunze nodded. The plaster on his forehead was too sticky. He felt the skin on his forehead gathered into a fold.

Bai Luoli remembered Wen Guangbo's instructions, and suddenly turned her outstretched hand to peel off the base cloth of the plaster used for external application.

The ointment adhered to it gradually penetrated the surface skin and deep into the subcutaneous tissue after staying there for a long time overnight.

The spiritual power added to the ointment also seeped in.

There was a bowl of warm boiled water standing on the table next to the bed. At first it was a cup of steaming hot water, but when Chu Yunze woke up, the temperature had cooled down by half and became a cup of warm water suitable for drinking.

The source of life moistened the smoking mouth, and Chu Yunze replenished his strength to continue talking. The conversation between the master and the apprentice was nothing more than how are you now? Are you feeling okay? Has your spiritual consciousness recovered?

Bai Luoli accompanied him personally in order to prevent any unexpected incidents. Jiang Yuning's arrival caused bursts of cheerful laughter to spread throughout the simple disciple room.

The journey to the demon world that was on the agenda was about to begin.

After Baili Qi was splashed with blood for no reason, Zhou Wen never went out to search for the life-extending artifact again, and investigated suspicious persons day and night.

He would not be able to get any useful information from his followers. The reason why the restless people took advantage of the opportunity was because some of these followers were lazy, some were diligent, and some were dissatisfied, so they secretly made arrangements for a fight outside.

Taking care of Baili Qi was their daily task, but some people took advantage of the situation and refused with all kinds of excuses when it was his turn to take care of him.

The uneven distribution of work created a chain reaction of friction, and the conflicts that had been pent up in everyone's hearts erupted violently.

The followers confessed their mistakes, including private fights, infighting, and evil intentions. Zhou Wen had zero tolerance for sect violence and ordered his disciples to abolish their cultivation and impose sect punishment. This was the underwater prison that Bai Luoli never wanted to try again.

Liu Hao behaved himself and did his job every day, but Zhou Wen's suspicious eyes could not help but stare at him.

As a result, Liu Tan was not suspected of committing any crime this time. Li Yijing changed his mind and supported his own master, opposing Zhou Wen's desperate "beheading behavior".

Baili Qi's right to turn over was returned to him, and he had to do it three times a day to prevent the continuous pressure on his back from causing skin ulcers. During the day, turning over was done by his servants, but now there was no one to help him.

Li Yijing once advised Zhou Wen not to become negative day by day. As the backbone of the Yutu Sect, he should revive the sect and not lose all hope. He also said that he could help Zhou Wen and share his responsibilities and obligations. He would turn over Baili Qi twice during the day.

His outspoken words naturally earned him a beating from Zhou Wen...

Perhaps the person who committed the crime discovered that throwing black dog blood would not cause any substantial harm to Baili Qi, so he came up with a better idea, which was to lure a spiritual beast in the mating frenzy from the back mountain, or to frame a foolish and honest disciple, hoping to deal a fatal blow to Baili Qi.

Several shadow stones were placed in the dark corner of the bedroom to monitor those who were trying to murder Baili Qi.

The murderer must be a member of the sect, and he was particularly familiar with the rotation schedule of his followers. His method of committing the crime was simple and crude. He knew that he could not use spiritual power to assist, so he used the most stupid method that did not require any brains.

Liu Han was too lazy to waste his energy facing Zhou Wen. Every time he had biased thoughts and wanted to do something bad to Baili Qi, it was as if there was a flesh-eating and blood-drinking bug hiding in his head, torturing and controlling him had become commonplace.

The pain is not a big deal, it will go away if you grit your teeth and bear it. The main symptom is that it is accompanied by extreme itching, and the bleeding from scratching the scalp with fingernails cannot relieve the pain.

Spiritual power was even more unacceptable. Once his scalp was so itchy that he wanted to chop off his head. He used his spiritual power to calm the painful and itchy feeling, and then nothing happened... His screams that day alarmed all the disciples of the Yu Tu Sect.

The bloody lesson made Liu Qi never dare to have evil thoughts again. Baili Qi was a jinx, he gritted his teeth and complained inwardly.

Zhou Wen was very vigilant and felt that the protection of the Photo Stone was not enough to make him feel completely at ease, so he changed his mind and moved to a new bedroom.

It was precisely because of his habitual psychology that Baili Qi’s life as thin as window paper and his precarious spiritual roots were saved.