Chapter 1147 Who can distinguish between gods and demons (22)
The sound of wind blew in his ears for a long time, as if he had traveled thousands of miles. Finally, his light body gradually fell down. Zhou Ye realized that he was sleepy, and tried to hold on to his strength and wanted to lie down for a while. Unfortunately, his consciousness More and more chaotic
Open your eyes again.
The light in front of him was extremely dazzling.
Zhou Ye narrowed his eyes and calmed down for a while, turned his head and looked beside him, and found that he was still lying on the beach.
Everything just happened was like a beautiful dream. After waking up from the dream, the cool and soft touch seemed to still stay on my fingertips.
what happened?
Zhou Ye sat up and looked down at his body.
The wound has healed, and although the clothes are still in tatters, there is no pain at all.
Looking up, there was a raging fire in front of me, and it seemed that the bamboo house was burned.
Seeing the bamboo house on fire, Zhou Ye got up with a "scratch" and almost ran to the sea of fire.
Seeing the oncoming heat in front of her, Zhou Ye paused for a moment, and then she rushed directly into the sea of fire.
It's just ordinary fire that can't hurt Zhou Ye's life.
The original appearance of the room could no longer be clearly seen. Zhou Ye surrounded the furniture and utensils that were already burning, his throat tightened, and he shouted hoarsely.
"Green Mulberry!!"
The beam in front of me fell down, followed by a jar.
Zhou Ye subconsciously reached out and hugged the burning hot pot. He smashed the pot regardless of the flesh and skin on his palm.
A small green dragon fell out of it and turned into a green mulberry as soon as it hit the ground.
The girl's face was covered with blood. Zhou Ye's pupils trembled slightly and he hurriedly leaned over to hug her.
Qingsang in her arms was all soft, as if she had no bones. Although Zhou Ye could still feel the slightest breath on her body, the breath was very weak, like a weak thread that might break at any time. .
Zhou Ye silently tightened his arms, then took off his robe to wrap Qingsang, and then quickly walked out of the sea of fire with her in his arms.
The beach is still deserted.
The Qingdao Patriarch is gone, and the Immortal Lord does not know where he has gone. Zhou Ye didn't have time to think about where the two of them had gone now. She was holding the dying Qingsang in her arms, with a hint of bewilderment in her eyes.
Who can save her?
Zhou Ye doesn't know.
She carried Qingsang back to the fairy world, and no one was afraid of her wherever she went.
She knocked on the doors of all the fairy doctors, walked in with their frightened eyes, and then repeated the same words.
"Save her."
However, all the fairy doctors only have the same idea after making a diagnosis.
"I'm incompetent. Young Patriarch Qingsang's injury is too serious. You'd better find a good doctor."
One after another.
In the vast fairyland, no one could save Qingsang.
The last fairy doctor still shook his head and had to tell the truth out of fear.
"The person who hurt her didn't leave a way for her to survive at all. If anyone in the world can save her, it is probably the ancestor of Dharma and Buddha in Tianwaitian."
Zhou Ye picked up Qingsang and walked out of the door, walking among the colorful clouds and mist, with no trace of brilliance in his dark eyes.
Nine Heavens and Outer Heaven.
The words swirled in her mind.
How to get there?
From breaking the virtual cliff?
Impossible, there are taboos at the broken cliff. Anyone who goes there will lose all their spiritual power and become a complete ordinary person.
(End of chapter)