Just as Nu Yi fell down, Nu Yi suddenly saw a golden figure in the sky, stepping on a thunder vein in the shape of a ㄣ, tearing apart the vast sky and landing towards him.

He remembered that three years ago, there was a person closest to him who said goodbye to them on such thunder and went to the distant sky.

He thought it was his illusion, the lightning he saw before his death was his memory of his uncle Ling Feng.

"Uncle, I once wanted to practice day and night, follow your steps, go to the sky with you, or wait for you to come back and take me out of this place, but if I fail, I will die here, and I will be determined to be with you forever, uncle--"

He closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

When he closed his eyes, he heard a shocking explosion, like Mount Tai exploded from the middle, shaking all the annoying people and the feeling of disgust around him. He sensed his side, as if a layer of golden light was dripping from a thousand feet.

But he still felt that it was just an illusion of his death. He thought that he would die without a doubt. At this time, no one could save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Who dares to kill my nephew!!!!"

He heard a loud voice, as if it was his uncle's voice. The voice was extremely real, making him unable to stop being suspicious. Has his uncle really been back?

He didn't believe that was the truth. He wanted to break his eyes and see if his uncle was really back?

But he didn't have the strength to break away from his eyes anymore. He could only feel the feeling of gradual death, and the feeling of everything that seemed to be true.

He thought that he must have gone to hell, and his uncle became a god in the middle of hell, so when he was facing the face of a bull-headed ghost to kill his soul, his uncle appeared and saved him and helped him.

Then he felt his body begin to become lighter, like an eagle spreading its wings, slowly rising with the air flow rising upwards in the air, and heading to the distant other shore.

Behind him were many shouts of killing and beating. He seemed to feel that he had escaped into the void. Those who were chasing and shouting did not have the ability to escape into the void. So after several escapes, the sounds not only did not increase in pursuit, but gradually weakened.

He didn't know that it was his uncle Ling Feng who took him to perform several consecutive thunder steps, which made him feel like he was escaping into the void, and he thought he was still in the illusion.

"I, hold on, uncle won't let you have something to do. If you go for a while, the Chinger, Tian Xuanling and Xiong Weiwu will come to pick us up. As long as we persist for this time, we will be able to break a way out."

"Uncle has used up the number of times he escaped from the Thunder Step, but fortunately, Uncle is an extremely powerful person. My demon cloud is big enough and I can fly fast enough that they can't catch up with us!"

"Grandma's Hunuhaci, if you dare to hurt my nephew, I will cut your head and stir-fry it and cook it for my nephew."

"I, you have to hold on. You haven't even married your wife. If you die like this, then after returning to the road of heaven, what kind of face do I have to meet your ancestor Dao Zang Tianzun?"

When the slave who was gradually dying heard his uncle Ling Feng's words, the words still could not help him rescue him from the process of gradually dying. His spirit was shining. He didn't know what the scene would be like after death. He didn't understand why he saw a kind of strange light that was different from other colors.

No one knows those lights in the world, but his uncle Ling Feng knew that it was discovered by the first "Heaven Will" Qingyu God born between heaven and earth as early as the end of the second era of the human race, and the eighth light was derived.

That was the eighth light leading his soul to heaven, but whether his soul could go there was another matter. A dead soul like him who died with endless resentment and anger was afraid that the water of the Blue Chenwu River would be sad...

In reality, Ling Feng was holding Nu Yi and stepping on his huge demon cloud, flew towards the way he came, with dozens of black generals behind him.

The blood on the slave's body dyed Ling Feng's clothes red, making Ling Feng's clothes drizzle with blood.

Not only that, when Ling Feng snatched Nu Yi from Hunuhaci's many generals, those dense weapons also slashed on Ling Feng's body, causing Ling Feng himself to be injured in many parts. Therefore, during the escape, Ling Feng's body was not very coordinated. Often, if he could not fly more than ten meters, he would tremble slightly in the sky.

During the escape, Ling Feng was still in fear. When saving Nu Yi, the whole scene was very dangerous. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and he had the unique skill of the Sky Lightning Step that could enter the Heavenly Road List. He was able to attack decisively under the circumstances of such powerful enemies and rescue Nu Yi.

Not only that, when he left, he also used the ability of Wuruhua, the simplified Chinese magic, and changed the Wuruhua vine and took away the broken hand that had fallen to the ground.

He was not doing anything randomly, and wanted to take away a useless broken hand. This broken hand is indeed useless to others, but it is not necessarily useless to him, Ling Feng, because he knew that there was a person who might be able to take the broken hand back to Nu Yi's arm.

That person is the Ghost King Hu. When he took away the Ghost King Hu in the Mingkong world, he knew that the Ghost King Hu had a magical ability, which was to recombine the broken limbs and restore it to a healthy state. The ghost of the Great Saint of Mingkong borrowed the Ghost King Hu's skills to make some people with broken limbs recombine them into evil ghosts with their bodies.

So when Xuan Songheyu showed that Nu Yi's arm was cut off, Ling Feng thought that when he rescued Nu Yi, he would also take Nu Yi's hand that had fallen to the ground and ask the ghost king Ha Yun to help restore it.

Of course, this broken hand has completely lost its body from the arm. It may be unlikely to be repaired by the simple repair technique of Ghost King Clam alone, but Ghost King Clam also has a magic weapon to repair, that is, its clam root!

Zhang Qingyun knew the skills of Ghost King Clas very well. He even told Ling Feng that even if Ling Feng’s head was cut off one day, as long as Ghost King Class cut off his clam root and rescued him, Ling Feng’s head could still be glued to his neck again, so that Ling Feng could be resurrected!
Chapter completed!