In the cosmic void, the Son of Heaven used his Demon King Golden Light Blade to cut the strange eye that Nanfeng had turned into. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As soon as the demon path left, he thought that Shui Ling'er might have been disturbed by this, so he rushed back to him in a hurry.

As soon as he returned, he immediately leaned over to check his condition, and sure enough, he saw that his clothes were soaked with sweat, and even the tips of his black hair were dripping with sweat.

He had not been gone for a long time, and the pine tree, which had only been a bud just a moment ago, was half a man's height at this time. The small tree, which should have been full of verdant life, was disturbed by the south wind, and the strong pine needles were now starting to turn yellow and droop, and it was obvious that the tree was withering due to the loss of nutrients.

Shui Ling'er's breathing was rapid and disordered, and he could see that he was trying his best to keep his eyes on the pine tree, and try to keep his body still so as not to affect the normal growth of the tree. And the expression on his face was already painful.

Caracal knew very well that once the tree was completely dead, it would mean that Shui Ling'er would be reduced to a waste, and he was so anxious that he almost fainted in the galaxy.

He knew that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he quickly took out the black porcelain net bottle, took a pill of Gathering Divine Pill, and when his strength recovered slightly, he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Ling'er, steady, there is Brother Yufeng here, no matter what, I will protect you!"

Then he quickly sat down behind Shui Ling'er, put his palms together, clinging to his vest, and began to use his internal force to help him collect the true qi that was wandering around little by little, and then push the collected breath back to his dantian.

Shui Ling'er was frightened by the sudden screams of the south wind, and although he was able to keep his mind alive, his true qi was shaken and dispersed all at once, and wisps seemed to have turned into many serrated knives, cutting his viscera and meridians in pain.

Just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, he finally got the help of the external force of the caracious annihilation, so that the scattered true qi gathered and returned to the dantian. Encouraged by this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

But on the side of the caracal, from the moment he put his palms against Shui Ling'er's back, he could no longer pull away, because his internal force had entered Shui Ling'er's body, and the two forces merged into one and circulated in his body together.

At this time, even if the caracal only moves slightly, it will cause the violent fluctuation of Shui Ling'er's breath, so these two people can now be regarded as inseparable conjoined, not only Shui Ling'er has to keep his line still, but even the caracal can no longer move.

Caught in such a stalemate, he was infinitely worried, and secretly thought: "This is bad! After all, I only injured one eye of my father, and if he jumps over the wall in a hurry, he will not hesitate to break the net with me, and he will immediately kill the horse gun and re-enter my brain to seek revenge against me, and Ling'er will definitely die! I can only hope that he has not yet reached such a crazy point, and since he has been seriously injured, he will honestly stay in his Luming Valley to heal! And the ghost king Yunqing, according to Yafu, the two of them are together. Since she knows the Heaven Destroying Curse, she will naturally use the Caring Curse, I hope she won't think of taking advantage of this gap to sneak attack me!"

With so many thoughts pouring out in such a short period of time, he felt that his mind was in a mess. In the end, he simply didn't think about anything, just prayed secretly, praying that the pine tree of the water bell would soon grow into a towering tree, and his Wanyu recipe would be completed.

Time is like a drop of water flowing through the universe.

In the vast Milky Way, the stars dragged their thin light tails and kept shuttling around the two.

Shui Ling'er was originally sitting in the silver mist of the Milky Way, surrounded by mist. But as the pine tree grew, he seemed to rise with it, for his body was always level with the top.

Gradually, the Milky Way was left behind by him, and it seemed that it was gradually moving away. This tree of emotion, under the cultivation of his Zen power, has flourished and towered to the sky. (To be continued.) )