"Huh, have you finally gotten rid of the pursuit?" In the cave, Zhang Zhiping exhaled a long time, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face, telepathically, Wu Yong and Yuan Fanhai had stopped, carefully hiding in a stronghold marked by a map to heal.

Now, the injuries they received are too serious, Yuan Fanhai burned the inner dan, his vitality was greatly injured, and he had no combat power, the puppet old man burned his soul, although he did not have a soul to scatter, but he also completely fell into a coma, although Wu Yong still barely maintained a certain combat strength, but the injuries caused by the outbreak of the previous Zhengmo Martial Arts conflict were too serious, even if he was forcibly suppressed, he could only exert less than thirty percent of his strength.

In such a situation, it would be tantamount to killing himself if he acted casually in the dangerous black fog of the Yin Ghosts, so after getting rid of the pursuit of the Seven Killing Daoists, he had to stop at the edge of the Yin Ghost Black Mist, and even ventured to the stronghold arranged in advance on the map to recuperate.

At this time, Zhang Zhiping was a little hesitant, he didn't know if he should rush to the Netherworld to make peace with Wu Yong now.

For Wu Yong, he now wants to meet as soon as possible, in addition to wanting to catch up and apologize to him, more importantly, he wants to get the puppet elder's cultivation experience above the Yuan infant stage, originally he also thought that he would ask Yuan Fanhai for advice from afar, and slowly raise his own questions step by step, presumably with his kindness of sacrificing his life to save him, the puppet elder would not refuse.

But now, the puppet old man burned the remnant soul and fell into a complete coma, it was impossible to ask for advice, and the last remaining remnant soul could disappear at any time, he rushed to meet Wu Yong, whether he wanted to treat him or directly search his memory, he had to do it as soon as possible.

But there is no doubt that if he goes to make peace with Wu Yong now, the danger is too great, not to mention the Lingmeng and others who may catch up at any time, that is, for Li Xingkong, who invited Wu Yong to gather on the Evil Soul Island, he is very jealous, he doesn't believe that Li Xingkong is a good person who sacrifices himself for others, and can help Wu Yong for free.

"It's difficult, it's difficult, should I take a risk. For a while, Zhang Zhiping, who had always been more decisive, was also embarrassed, pacing back and forth in the cave mansion, such a big risk made him a little discouraged: "However, if you miss this opportunity, if you want to get the memory of a Yuan Infant Stage monk in the future, you will not have any chance before the Yuan Infant Period." ”

You know, this is the lifetime memory of a half-step god stage cultivator, his views on the cultivation system, the legends of the secrets of the immortal cultivation world, the cognition of the Dao, etc., are all extremely lacking in him now, originally he just wanted to ask for advice slowly, but now he can directly search wantonly.

Now, his cultivation has fallen into a bottleneck, what exactly is the Dao? How to sublimate his debut from countless rules? How can he keep his state of mind immovable and in harmony with the Dao, etc., countless questions have made him stuck in the Jindan Great Perfection and unable to break through, and he must get a direction from a higher angle.

But how could a Yuan Infant Monk let go of his memories to others, and it was so rare for a puppet to be extremely weak but retain a glimmer of intact memory, and it was almost impossible to encounter a second case in his lifetime.

And what makes people embarrassed is that the puppet elder's current soul injury is too serious, even if the body is in the past, only thirty percent of them are sure that they can refine his memory, and less than one percent are sure that they can repair the injury, even if they want to incarnate in the past, it is difficult to carry out such an operation.

So this is an opportunity, an irresistible but dangerous opportunity, unless he wants to get stuck in the bottleneck for tens or even hundreds of years and slowly break through, otherwise the memory of the puppet is the easiest way for him to break through in the shortest possible time, and now, does he have so much time to waste?

From Wu Yong's pursuit and killing this time, he already felt that he was slowly exposed, the mysterious monk of the Moon God Sect, the temptation of Xuan Wuxiang, the reluctance of the Immortal Alliance Mission, the strong control of the Spirit Alliance, etc., etc., these top forces in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, either carefully tracked, or by chance, like a huge net constantly blocking his hidden space, even if he was hiding in a remote corner where there was no one now, he could feel a huge invisible pressure rushing towards him, pressing him almost out of breath.

"We must seize this opportunity! The greater the risk, the greater the gain, in the current situation, I can't hide in the shadows forever, spend too long to improve my cultivation!"

At the critical moment, Zhang Zhiping never lacked courage, and soon, he made the final decision, standing in front of the stone platform and waving his hand fiercely, with a resolute expression on his face.

However, although he has made a decision, he can't just rush to it so recklessly, Evil Spirit Island is not a good place, that is, there are no major forces to pursue it, and it is also an extremely dangerous place in itself, according to the information he has obtained, even he is not sure that he can move freely in it.

So the first thing to get is the Yin Ghost Black Mist Map in Wu Yong's hand, this is not a difficult matter, he doesn't need to grab it directly, as long as he studies it, he will be sure to copy a copy, it seems that Yuan Fanhai is still needed to continue to act.

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"Hmm~ Where is this, isn't it the legendary Netherworld Mansion?" In a dim crypt, the miserable green light flickered non-stop, Yuan Fanhai opened his eyes on a stone bed very weakly, and there were indescribable sharp pains all over his body, only in his abdomen, there were warm heat currents from "Mi Mi", soothing the pain on his body.

"Yuan Daoyou, you finally woke up. A somewhat tired hoarse voice sounded in Yuan Fanhai's ears, Yuan Fanhai turned his head with some difficulty, and Wu Yongpan was sitting on a futon next to him, with a layer of black mist on his body, exuding a disgusting aura.

Wu Yong ignored some strange looks in Yuan Fanhai's eyes, a trace of struggle flashed on his face, as if he was suppressing something, and then said as if talking to himself:

"Your injuries are too serious, especially after burning the Inner Pill, it has completely injured the foundation, I can only give you a Life Creation Pill now to ensure that the injury will not worsen, fortunately, I have an Ancient Pill here, the Seven Star Beast Spirit Pill, which can refine the bloodline and make up for the foundation, and when I recover from my injury, I can start refining it for Daoyou." ”

"Is the Seven Star Beast Spirit Pill? Yes, I've heard of it, and it's right for me to take it now. Yuan Fanhai grinned reluctantly, there was no doubt that Wu Yong had already affirmed his details, but he didn't care, and said directly: "But don't bother, Brother Zhang wants to see you." "I want to talk about "Faxiang Xiantu" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~