Control The World

"neat."

"Brotherless."

The two fell together towards the cliff. The four iron chains refracted the cold light of the Tao, and the clouds dangled under the cliff.

Ning Wufeng only felt soft at this moment, unable to lift up any strength, otherwise he would summon Bai Yulu and take them to the peak.

Fortunately, Ning Wufeng held Chu Chu's small hand.

"Brother without wind, will we die?"

Chu Churou's eyes looked at Ning Wufeng. She inspired the holy spirit holy body, and the consumption was also huge. She did not speak, but Ning Wufeng understood her eyes.

He shook his head gently.

"I'm here."

They also did not speak, and the two just communicated with simple eyes. Ning Wufeng used only strength to clenched Chu Chu's small hand.

The wind screamed in my ears, and life and death seemed to be unimportant at this moment.

A loud bang made a huge splash.

Both fell into the water at the same time. Before coma, Ning Wufeng still clutched Chu Chu's hand.

Two "corpses" were ups and downs along the mountain river. Fortunately, the body has been tempered with immortal spar before, and it has fallen into the water. Otherwise, the two have to be broken.

The water was flowing, bypassing the Jiuqu and eighteen bends.

I don't know how long it has been, and there is no soul in the place of inheritance, so time seems to be meaningless.

The two continued to float, and the water under them suddenly turned milky white. The gentle power slowly moisturized their bodies.

A lot of pale golden apatite crystals appeared on the rocks on the shore. If Ning Wufeng still opened his eyes, he would definitely find that this is the source of the fairy spar.

In the gap between the mountains not far away, a drop of milky white spirits flowed out cooingly, the fragrance was extremely mellow and refreshing.

I didn't expect it to be a real fairy!

Unfortunately, both were in a coma.

...

On the hill, there is a ruin in front of the Emperor's Hall. Nan Shu died tragically, and Xiaotian Blade's debris was not far from him.

It seems that the monks of Tiantufu who had begun to blaze the fiery sun had long gone without a trace.

After fierce fire and fierce heat, the two finally broke the ban.

"What to do?" The two of them watched Ning Wufeng and Chu Chu rushing down, the fiery sun snorted and asked, "Should we rush down now, looking for Lord Yushi?"

Jin Tiandao moved slightly, and said, "In this way, we have two separate paths. Go outside and ask Elder Bailing for help, and I'll go and see."

He and Ning Wufeng are connected by the Yuanshen Mark. If Ning Wufeng died, Jin Tiandao would surely follow. He was safe and sound at the moment, apparently Ning Wufeng was not dead.

But Jin Tiandao could not feel the existence of Ning Wufeng, and it seemed that Ning Wufeng's consciousness had fallen into a deep coma.

"Okay," Huo Liyang said immediately.

Jin Tiandao leapt forward and jumped off the cliff.

Whisper ...

Suddenly a violent wind screamed, and rushed him back to the top of the mountain. There are numerous immortal spar crystals in the strong wind, and the golden sky knife is smashed into flesh.

"Hisse." Jin Tiandao took a deep breath and quickly returned.

After the immortal spar blew through, he rushed down the cliff again, but before he landed on the cliff, the strong wind formed again.

Jin Tiandao returned to the top of the mountain again.

"What's going on? Didn't Lord Yushi fall on the cliff?" Jin Tiandao frowned and murmured.

He tried a few more times, and it was the same.

"What can I do?" Jin Tiandao frowned tightly. Although Ning Wufeng is still alive now, there is no guarantee that, after a long time, Ning Wufeng could survive such a severe injury.

He inadvertently kicked a stone, but the magic thing was that the stone fell down the cliff without causing a strong wind to blow up.

"Can't I use spiritual power?" Jin Tiandao groaned.

When Ning Wufeng fell down the cliff before, all the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and it was no different from a stone, so he could fall down the cliff.

However, Jin Tiandao can't jump down the cliff without using his spiritual power now, otherwise he will fall alive. And who knows what's under the cliff?

Jin Tiandao waited for a long time, and finally waited for Bai Ling and others.

Facing the endless abyss in front of him, Bai Ling also had scalp numbness. He organized people to rescue them with ropes, but the abyss was unpredictable, but he sacrificed several people for nothing.

"Elder, what shall we do next?" Huoyang snorted and said.

Bai Ling followed his frown, and Shen said, "Master Yu Shi will certainly have good luck for himself. In this way, we will arrange the five clans to take turns to keep here and wait for Master Yu Shi to come up."

"OK." The fiery sun nodded heavily.

Usima May stepped forward and said timidly, "I'm willing to stay here, waiting for the ambassador."

For Ning Wufeng, who saved himself many times, Usimaa has a kind of unclear emotion. When he heard the news that he was falling off the cliff, Uth Maya felt that her heart sank instantly.

Strangled to death, Ning Wufeng is still missing now, and after a series of blows, Uth Maya has been astonished.

"There will be Princess Lau," said Elder Bai Ling.

After the arrangements were made, Bo Ling left the inheritance of the emperor with the five clan generals. Although there was no inheritance of the emperor in the place of inheritance, there were still many foreign forces in the chess realm that could cause conflicts at any time.

...

At the bottom of the cliff, I don't know how long it has passed. There is no rising sun and sunset here, spring to autumn, only the tide at the bottom of the cliff rises and falls.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on Ning Wufeng's body.

He opened his eyes quietly, looking at the sky, his eyes dull. After a long while, he spoke quietly, muttering to himself: "What is this place?"

Memory slowly recovered. He seemed to fall from the top of the mountain and fell into the water, but he did not die.

Damn Nan Shu, this old guy shot so hard. He and Chuchu joined forces and almost died with him.

"Ah! Chuchu!" Ning Wufeng suddenly realized, exclaimed, stood up suddenly, the dust accumulated on his body fell to the ground, and the water was stained with mud.

The water under the feet is not deep, just past the knees.

"Where is Chu Chu?" Ning Wufeng looked around, and a seductive aroma struck his pores.

He suddenly saw a white light cluster, not far from him. A coquettish girl sitting in the light group faintly, her skin thickened, and her hair reddish slightly wrapped around her.

"Chuchu!" Ning Wufeng walked intently, grabbing the light group behind him, and a huge force pushed him out instantly.

"What's going on?" Ning Wufeng frowned, and clenched his fist subconsciously, feeling full of strength.

Why the injury was so serious before, now not only is the original recovery, but the physical strength is much stronger. He was secretly confused, but worried about Chu Chu, and approached the light group again.

I saw, in the gap between the cliffs, a drop of milky spirit dripped down and was absorbed by the light mass instantly. The scent of scent emanated from the spirit fluid.

"This is the fairy pulp?" Ning Wufeng's pupils suddenly shrank. Numerous fairy pulp crystals were born all around. There is no doubt that the thing in front of me is the fairy pulp in Long's mouth!

I did not expect that the Emperor would put such a precious fairy spirit in a hidden place here. Could it be possible that he had long guessed that someone would fall?

Ning guessed wildly without any wind, it should be that the fairy pith was melted into the water, and then the spiritual fluid healed their injuries.

Now Chu Chu is wrapped in a white light group and constantly absorbs the essence of the fairy pulp, which must be of great benefit to her.

Thinking of this, Ning Wufeng no longer worry about it, simply waiting here to break out of the shell.

However, there are no traces of living beings at the bottom of this cliff, except for the sky and the peaks, that is, the current, the celestial spar and the celestial pith.

Ning Wufeng was bored, and he continued to train the body with immortal spar, and tempered some more private places.

The ebb and flow.

I don't know how long after that, there is no way in the body to smelt fairy spar. He has smelted no less than 1,200 spar stones.

Then I looked at the sky with my cheeks.

There is no cloud in the sky of the inheritance, but there is fog. The mists were floating around, looking at it, rather than being immersed in it.

"This is it?" Ning Wufeng soon discovered unusual places, and the trajectory of the mist was too mysterious.

In his eyes, as the fog drifted, it seemed that someone was holding a gold gun in his hand, assassinated with a single shot, the cold light burst, and the wind lingered. A sudden uproar broke out in my mind.

"Ah!" Ning Wufeng whispered softly, and the whole man fell back straight, planted in the water.

The moves formed by this mist are too mysterious. With his current Yuanshen power, he can't bear such changes.

"Is this once the place where the Emperor trained?" He muttered to himself.

It turned out that the emperor Xia Qi put the fairy pulp here, not that someone would fall after it was expected, but that this was once his training martial arts field. The fairy pulp was used to heal his injuries and temper his body.

Looking at the cracked strokes on the surrounding mountain walls, it was natural. Ning Wufeng had not seen the clue before, but at this moment it was completely different in his eyes.

This is the move left by Emperor Xia Qi!

That's it!

Ning Wufeng showed a shocking color. The trajectory formed by the clouds and fog above his head must be a vast and supreme spirit tactic, and even the emperor had once enlightened.

"Big money, big money." Ning Wufeng laughed loudly. In this way, he would also like to thank Uncle Nan, if he hadn't knocked himself off the cliff, I am afraid that this man's secret has not yet been discovered.

The file of the Emperor's Emperor left in the Emperor's Hall is nothing but the enlightenment of the Emperor, and the mysterious mist map above him is the source of the enlightenment's practice.

After all, the cultivation method of others belongs to others. How can it be the most suitable for you? With this fog map, Ning Wufeng can fully comprehend the cultivation path by himself!