Chapter 438 Immortal Cultivation? Repair Magic?

As long as Guiyuan Tianzun thinks about this whole Wuwang sect, there is nothing he doesn't know.

So even though Yan Ge was a little depressed in his heart, he didn't speak out.

She walked steadily, step by step, and slowly walked out of Wuwangzong.

The frying pan ran out immediately and turned into a big pot dangling in front of her eyes.

Yan Ge was stunned for a long time before he figured out that the pot was for her and Hong Chen to sit at the bottom of the pot.

Madan, it's obviously a pot, but what kind of big-tailed spaceship is in it.

Yan Ge despised this little bastard from the bottom of her heart, but she was too lazy to summon the magical artifacts that Guiyuan Tianzun gave her, and jumped directly into the bottom of the pot.

The pot swished and flew into the sky.

Really awesome.

This is going to modern times, and there must be many people shouting "Look, the pot is flying in the sky".

Yange's thoughts were in a mess, but he could still keep calm.

She comforted Hong Chen and said, "I'll help you recover when you find a quiet place where no one is around."

She was lying with him on her lap with one hand, and she was holding on to a red umbrella with the other.

The umbrella is somewhat different from his usual one.

But she thought, since he always holds an umbrella, it must be because he is afraid of light, so no matter what kind of umbrella it is, it should work for him.

Hong Chen tugged at her hand holding the umbrella, and said, "Put it away."

His gorgeous and bright red umbrella is for her to see him at the first sight when she turns around no matter how far she goes.

Yan Ge asked him, "Aren't you afraid of light?"

Hong Chen smiled, his smile was shallow, but with his face now, the smile looked extremely ferocious, and he said softly in a hoarse voice: "That umbrella has the effect of fixing the soul."

"Oh." Yan Ge understood.

Hongchen's body is a puppet created by Guiyuan Tianzun, and Hongchen should have a ray of soul floating in this body from which world, so there is a soul-fixing umbrella.

She should have thought of it earlier.

Hong Chen's hand ran down her wrist, pinching one of her fingers, and he asked, "Do you regret it?"

Before Yan Ge could say anything, he said again: "If you regret it, there is still time."

Yan Ge shook his head.

Nothing to regret.

In life, many things will not be perfect.

If you can't even accept this regret, then you are living too fragile.

Hongchen laughed lowly, his voice was hoarse and cracked, and his voice was naturally not pleasant when he laughed, Yange was used to his usual glamorous appearance, seeing him like this now, his heart felt a little sour .

Falling into the hands of those Wuya faction, he must have suffered a lot.

Especially those secret methods of the Wuya faction and the searcher's memory, even if the damage to the sea of ​​consciousness is minimal, it is impossible that there is no harm.

"What a silly girl." Hong Chen said: "I am like this, and he is like a cloud of mud, you are too stupid."

Yan Ge grabbed his hand instead: "Without you, there would be no me. I'm just as muddy as you."

He sighed, but didn't speak again, probably because he was tired.

Yange's aura tried to nourish his body, but as soon as it touched his body, the aura would bounce back.

To heal his wounds, it seems that the only way to do it is through dual cultivation.

Yan Ge is not a hypocritical woman.

Neither is the host.

Otherwise, they would not be alive now.

So I found a clean place and felt that it was far enough away.

From the storage space, Yan Ge found a magic weapon that would turn into a secondary courtyard when the aura was activated. I was afraid that the divine consciousness of Guiyuan could be traced back, so Yan Ge made the cauldron a little bigger , and then buckled upside down on the yard.