Mr. Fu fell into a daze for a moment, and then a cool feeling came from the center of his eyebrows. But at the critical moment, Fu Yimu realized something was wrong and ordered him a drop of Qinyang liquid:

"Ancestor, are you okay?"

Fu Yimu's eyes showed concern.

Fu Sitian on the side looked puzzled, wondering why Mr. Fu suddenly became so confused.

Fortunately, Fu Yimu discovered it in time, otherwise he would have gone crazy.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Mr. Fu looked at the abyss in front of him and smiled bitterly. He felt that he was really ridiculous. If he wanted to protect the people he cared about, he would have to become stronger and keep getting stronger. He would not just

It allows close clan members to sacrifice themselves to save everyone from danger!

Power!

This is exactly what he needs!

There is no conflict between family affection and the path of cultivation that he pursued at the beginning. On the contrary, it gives him an extra motivation!

Mr. Fu suddenly had a clear idea!

The aura on his body instantly became much stronger, and he was vaguely close to the cultivation level of the fake infant!

Having personally experienced this calamity, Mr. Fu was obviously of great help when he broke through the Nascent Soul and faced the inner demons. After all, half of the monks who attacked the Nascent Soul ended up dying from the calamity of the inner demons!

"Eleven!"

"Aunt Eleven!!"

"Sister Eleven!!!"

The three people came to the abyss and divided into three directions, looking for Fu Shiyi.

After half a cup of tea.

"Ancestor!"

Fu Yimu suddenly shouted.

Mr. Fu turned around.

But he saw Fu Yimu holding a crushed wrench in his hand.

This thumb ring is a symbol of Fu Shiyi's status as the head of the fifth-grade family of Qilin County.

It was blessed by the luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even the fifth-level top-grade magic weapon could not damage it at all. However, it was broken into more than a dozen pieces at this moment, which is enough to show how powerful that palm in the void is!
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"Ancestor, Aunt Eleven won't...will something really happen?"

Fu Yimu's face instantly turned pale.

If it weren't for Fu Shiyi.

There is no way he can come to this world safely, let alone cultivate the golden elixir.

For Fu Shiyi.

Fu Yimu regards her as the two most important people in his life.

At this time.

My eyes can't help but turn red.

Fu Sitian on the side also became sad when he saw his appearance.

"Don't worry, your Eleven Guji has her own destiny, she will be fine!" Mr. Fu took the ring with his right hand trembling slightly, and then continued to fall down into the abyss.

Ten days later.

They have searched dozens of times in the abyss.

No clues about Fu Shiyi were found at all.

Fu Yimu was already heartbroken, and Fu Sitian on the side didn't know how to comfort him. Looking at Fu Yimu's devastated appearance, he could only cry anxiously. At the same time, he vaguely felt that he could no longer continue searching. After all, there was a teleportation from the Cold Demon Palace.

Once the formation appears, if they do not appear for a month, the teleportation formation will dissipate on its own, and they will never be able to go out. The next time the Demon Wormhole opens, it will be a hundred years later, but the Cold Demon Palace does not have any spiritual energy at all. They will not wait at all.

Not at that time.

"Old ancestor, otherwise..."

Fu Sitian wanted to speak but stopped.

He wanted to persuade Mr. Fu to leave, but as he spoke, he saw the vicissitudes of life on Mr. Fu's face, like a dying old man. He couldn't bear it for a while, and could only sigh in his heart:

"In five more days, no matter what, I will persuade the old man to leave here."
Chapter completed!