When Zhao Yuan woke up and opened his eyes, it was pitch black all around.

The rain hit the tent and made a "crackling" sound.

"It's raining?"

Zhao Yuan gradually got used to his gaze, and he saw that Wan Ling'er, Wan'er and Qiqi, as well as the sixth and ninth aunts, were all crowded into the small tent, stuffing the tent to the brim, and there was no place to stay.

"Yes, it's raining, are you better?" Qiqi gently wiped Zhao Yuan's forehead with a towel, extremely gentle, unaware of the disdain on the face of Wan Ling'er on the other side of Zhao Yuan.

"Okay, what about Chen Mang and Chen Dao?" Zhao Yuan moved, he felt his whole body ache and his head cracked.

"They're driving away the corpses outside. Wan Ling'er could see that Zhao Yuan was a little anxious.

"Corpse Demon, where are we?" Zhao Yuan's body shook.

"In place. Wan Linger smiled bitterly.

"Why don't you leave here?" Zhao Yuan said urgently.

"After you fainted, it rained......"

Everyone was gossiping, and Zhao Yuan finally understood that just after he fainted, it was raining heavily in the sky.

If it just rains and it doesn't matter, the worst thing is that when the heavy rain doesn't stop, the corpse demons in the lair pour out of the nest.

At the beginning, Wan Ling'er was able to use corpse-proof powder to prevent corpse demons, but under the heavy rain, even Wan Ling'er's special effect corpse-proof powder had no effect.

Originally, the group was going to find a cave nearby, but the place where they were located was low-lying, and under the incessant heavy rain, the several caves they found were so badly waterlogged that they couldn't live in it at all.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhao Yuan was in a coma again, everyone discussed, and simply stationed in place, after all, this place is slightly high, and the line of sight is excellent, so there is no need to worry about the sneak attack of Crescent City.

In this case, Wan Ling'er summoned the tent from the Sumeru ring and stayed for the time being.

After hearing this, Zhao Yuan was speechless and could only smile bitterly.

Now, they are less than a hundred feet away from Crescent City, and their every move is under the watchful eye of the other party, this place is really not a good place to hide.

"We have to get out of here. Zhao Yuan struggled to sit up.

"We can't go. The sixth aunt sighed.

"Why?"

"Look outside. The sixth aunt lifted the corner of the tent and showed it to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan looked at it, and was immediately dumbfounded, looking around, the corpse demons around the hillside had piled up, and the two brothers Chen Mang and Chen Dao were still killing frantically in the wind and rain, and the surging murderous aura was like a tide.

As far as the eye can see, there are shaky black shadows all around.

Clearly, they were surrounded by corpses.

"It's not the way to go, they're going to die of exhaustion. Zhao Yuan looked at Chen Dao and Chen Mang, who were fighting in the wind and rain.

"No, it won't. Wan Ling'er showed a hint of smugness on her face.

"Why?"

"I gave their two brothers a pill, not only to improve their strength, but also to keep them strong physically, let alone one night, even if they fight for three days and three nights, it doesn't matter, moreover, now it's windy and rainy outside, it's muddy, the corpse demon's movement is blocked, and the action is slow, as long as it's not a particularly powerful corpse demon, there is no problem for the two brothers to block it. ”

"Yours!" Zhao Yuan gave a thumbs up, but he was in pain all over his body and almost fainted.

"Ate this. Wan Ling'er took out a crystal clear golden pill.

"What is this?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"I won't poison you. ”

Wan Ling'er stuffed the golden pill into Zhao Yuan's mouth, and the golden pill melted in his mouth, like a warm current entering Zhao Yuan's limbs, and suddenly, Zhao Yuan felt extremely comfortable.

"This is specially refined for you in the Dan Realm, which can straighten out the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and can also allow your aura to advance...... Hurry up and run Reiki, hurry up, I'll give you a Reiki massage to dredge ......"

Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan swallowing the golden pill, and immediately squeezed in front of Zhao Yuan in the human legs, and a pair of soft wattles against Zhao Yuan's chest, allowing Zhao Yuan's familiar aura to penetrate into Zhao Yuan's blood.

Zhao Yuan didn't dare to slack off, and immediately urged the two furnaces to refine the golden pill that melted in the mouth.

After the warm current entered Zhao Yuan's body, it immediately boiled like that raging fire, and for a moment, Zhao Yuan felt like he was in a furnace, and the pain was abnormal.

The feeling of pain was fleeting, because Wan Ling'er's aura was like a clear stream, repairing his damaged internal organs, and at the same time, once again building a foundation for Zhao Yuan.

What made Zhao Yuan feel strange was that under the urging of that golden pill, there was a faint tendency to merge after the two furnaces.

This is an unprecedented feeling, because, all along, the two furnace fires in Zhao Yuan's body are well water and do not interfere with river water, even if they are flowing in the body, they will never collide.

"What kind of golden pill is this?" Zhao Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask, hurry up, it's done soon!" Wan Ling'er glared at Zhao Yuan, and the aura in her palms became more and more urgent.

Rumble......

"Poof!"

Zhao Yuan felt as if his body had burst, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and in an instant, Zhao Yuan fainted again.

Inside the tent, there was a foul smell.

After Zhao Yuan spewed out the foul smell, Wan Ling'er looked happy, and carefully wiped the dirt on Zhao Yuan's body with a towel, with that expression, extremely focused, as if he was starting an alchemy.

In the darkness, Wan'er and Kiki glanced at each other, and Wan'er touched Kiki with her leg, suggesting that she should work hard.

After helping Zhao Yuan wipe it clean, Wan Linger used her aura to massage Zhao Yuan, and her movements were extremely gentle.

At this moment, it seems to be back in the hut next to the corridor in the east courtyard of Wanjia.

If you could turn back the clock......

It's a pity that time can't be turned back, and by Wan Ling'er's side, there are still four women eyeing her, and she can't rest for a while if she wants to lean on Zhao Yuan's chest.

Inside the tent, it was suffocatingly quiet, except that only Zhao Yuan's even breathing could be heard clearly.

"Ah...... How long have I been asleep?" Zhao Yuan sat up suddenly, he felt that he was as light as a swallow, just lightly, he almost jumped up, fortunately Wan Ling'er had the foresight to press his chest with his hand, otherwise, he would have to lift this small tent to protect himself from the wind and rain to the sky.

"It's only two pillars of incense. Wan Ling'er saw that Qiqi came to Zhao Yuan's side, and she didn't have a good breath.

"Oh...... Ling'er, thank you. By the way, what kind of pill was given to me just now, I felt like I had no weight, and, besides, my aura was ......"

"That's the Purifying Pill, which can rebuild your cultivation physique, I studied it for you......"

Wan Ling'er stopped suddenly, and in the darkness, her eyes were soaked with tears.

In order to cleanse the marrow pill, Wan Ling'er studied in the Xiaoyang Shandan realm for more than a year, more than 300 days and nights, except for a short rest, it was non-stop alchemy, failure and failure, and non-stop refining, until the marrow cleansing pill was refined, Wan Linger went out to find Zhao Yuan.

Letting Zhao Yuan have his own aura cultivation is Wan Ling'er's belief.

Although it was only a year, it was more than many professional alchemists refining more pills in their lives, because Wan Ling'er had set up dozens of Dan furnaces, she had no assistants, no Dantong, in addition to alchemy, she also had to record the data changes of each Dan furnace......

Pen and ink cannot describe Wan Ling'er's pain and hardship.

In the Xiaoyang Shandan realm, the discarded pills are all baskets and baskets.

"Thank you. Zhao Yuan hardened his heart and didn't say anything, and slowly lay down and pillowed his head on Qiqi's lap.

"No, I'll take a look at Brother Chen Mang. ”

Seeing Zhao Yuan pillowed on Qiqi's lap, Wan Ling'er looked blank, got up, walked out of the tent, and in the wind and rain, let the wind and rain blow, finally, her unyielding gaze couldn't help but shed tears.

The dream has been shattered, and the thoughts have become empty. Thoughts in the rain are just a dream draped in colorful glow. Hidden wounds, from a drop of rain to a drop of tears, the soul has long been covered with a thick green ......

......

Under the rain curtain on the wall of Crescent City, there is an umbrella, under the umbrella, quietly standing in a crimson robe of the temple sect, behind the temple sect, there are more than a dozen priests, the envoys did not have umbrellas, standing in the rain, like a sculpture.

The deep eyes of the temple sect were moving, staring at the small tent in the wind and rain.

Midnight passed, and the little tent was still standing.

The corpses of the corpses outside the tent have been piled up, and the two sturdy figures are still tirelessly killing......

"Miaozong, it's almost dawn, or we ......"

"No, I don't. ”

The corners of the temple's mouth flashed with a cold smile, and suddenly, he slowly walked out from under the umbrella, and around his body, there was not a drop of water, forming a space without rain.

The body of the temple sect slowly flew up to the battlements, and then, he raised his arms slightly, and pulled up some complicated and obscure ancient gestures.

In the sky, thunderbolts are like swimming snakes.

The rolling dark clouds are like thousands of armies gathering, and countless demons are ready to move......