Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

Just when Wuchen was about to leave with Yifeng and Lingyue who had fallen into a semi-comatose, Mengmeng suddenly reached out to block them, but looked at Qianluo, "Auntie, apart from my tears, the injury of the primordial spirit can Is there any other way to heal?"

Qian Luo knew what she was worried about, and while signaling Wu Chen to leave quickly, she softly said to Si Meng: "Don't worry, your master's Snow Bamboo Pill can save that little colorful bird."

Watching Wu Chen transform into a huge jackdaw and fly towards the sky carrying Yi Feng and Ling Yue, Si Meng resisted the pain of parting, only hoping that he can leave here safely, go to Nishizawa Valley, and be happy with Cai Xi live on.

However, things often don't go as one wishes.

When the black shadow was about to slide into the sky, it collided head-on with the flaming fire phoenix that suddenly fell from the cloud.

Even though they were separated by several feet, Simeng still heard Lingyue's desolate and helpless cries.

"Yi Feng..."

Wuchen's whole body was ignited by flames, and under the severe pain, he had to throw away Yifeng and Lingyue on his back. The moment he fell rapidly, Rumeng watched Yifeng block the fatal blow with his body for Lingyue .

Letting the flames falling from the sky fall on his face and body, the blue robe fluttered in mid-air, being burned by the flames little by little, and finally sank into the mist.

"Yifeng!" Bimeng called his name hoarsely, and Yufeng flew to the direction where he fell.

Following Lingyue's weeping, Simeng smelled the familiar cold fragrance, his heart froze, and before he could hesitate, he had already floated into the forest.

This was originally the largest sea of ​​flowers in the misty forest, but at this moment, there is no rain of fragrant flowers, and there is no fragrance of flowers wafting around. There is a blend of light bamboo fragrance and cold fragrance.

Seeing it like a dream, she saw Gu Huai wearing a black shirt, her hair tied up, her brows tightly frowned, three zhang away, and the black long sword in her hand sank straight into the chest of the person opposite.

The man was wearing a fiery red robe, his long red hair fluttered in the wind, and there was a wicked smile on his beautiful face, as if he didn't care about the sword passing through his chest. Looking at her fixedly, kissed her thin lips, and called softly: "Meng'er, my husband finally found you!"

There was an inexplicable stabbing pain in Xiang Meng's heart, she deliberately turned her eyes away from looking at him, and her eyes happened to fall on a withered tree not far behind him, but she saw two familiar figures curled up under the tree.

"Yifeng!" Simeng didn't care about the outcome of the battle between Guhuai and Cangxuan. She only hoped that God would give her a chance to keep her in this world and be the first one to treat her as her own. Treasure man.

When he got closer, he saw that Ling Yue was covered in wounds, tightly hugging a man whose whole body was black and his hair was burnt. The wounds on his face were not as serious as his body, and his original appearance could still be vaguely discerned.

High nose bridge, slightly raised jaw, and...

The brow bone is high and raised, the thick sword eyebrows of the past have long been burned by the flames, and even the eyelashes are very few, and the slightly closed eyes are deeply sunken...

Simeng squatted down beside him slowly, raised her hand with her sleeves to touch his eyes, but was thrown away by Lingyue.

"Go away! He doesn't need you! Don't want your hypocrisy! What you should care about is your husband. Look, he is about to die under the sword of the god." Lingyue's eyes were full of disdain, and he trembled his fingers Pointing to Cang Xuan who was retreating repeatedly not far away, he suddenly sneered, "What kind of secret technique did you give them to make them willing to die for you without even blinking their eyelids?"

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