Chapter 22 Vortex "Master is injured and inconvenient, disciple will help you." ...
After taking turns quenching their thirst with Yun Wanzhou, the master and disciple continued on their way in the direction indicated by the old woman.
What the old woman said was true. Xie Wuyang followed Yun Wanzhou, and within half a day, he vaguely saw a strange color in front of him, which looked like a lush forest.
The blue sea is ahead.
The moment he saw the blue sea, Xie Wuyang paused for a moment, then quickly quickened his pace.
Xie Wuyang had been trapped in the desert for several days and was already extremely fed up. Now that he saw the Blue Sea, even though he knew that there were many dangers there, he didn't want to stay in the desert anymore.
Just as Xie Wuyang was about to step into the Azure Sea, he subconsciously paused, then belatedly remembered something -
The old woman seemed to be saying that near the Blue Sea, strong winds were frequent.
At the same time, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the desert, which had just been clear and sunny.
The strong wind gathered and swirled, carrying the yellow earth all over the sky, turning into a vortex and attacking Xie Wuyang directly!
The incident happened so suddenly that when Xie Wuyang came to his senses and wanted to run towards Yun Wanzhou, the vortex had already swept over at a faster speed and caught up with Xie Wuyang in an instant.
The Broken Snow Sword came flying through the air. Yun Wanzhou frowned, and for some reason, he suddenly felt spiritual power in his hand. Xie Wuyang's face lit up with joy, and he thought he was going to be saved, but his right foot was suddenly pulled by a force, and then his sight was replaced by flying yellow sand.
There was nothing that Xie Wuyang hated more than difficulty breathing. His body was swept away by the huge force of the vortex. Every breath he took was accompanied by dust, which choked Xie Wuyang and made him cough.
The feeling of my chest shaking violently was really uncomfortable, and my internal organs seemed to be about to burst out of my body.
Xie Wuyang squinted his eyes with difficulty, trying to see Yun Wanzhou's position through the yellow sand.
Xie Wuyang underestimated the power of the vortex.
He was dizzy from all the spinning, let alone finding his way.
The moment before he was killed by the tornado, Yun Wanzhou heard his own call.
As long as I hold on a little longer, Yun Wanzhou will soon rescue me.
Another violent coughing fit. Xie Wuyang was fed up with the smell of sand in his nose and mouth. Finally, he simply closed his mouth tightly, held his breath, and only his eyes, which were narrowed into slits, were working.
The tornado showed no signs of stopping. Yun Wanzhou didn't know what he was doing, and Xie Wuyang didn't notice any movement.
I don’t know how long it took, so long that Xie Wuyang suspected that Yun Wanzhou had abandoned him and ran away, when a white figure suddenly came into his sight.
"Master..." As soon as Xie Wuyang's lips moved, his mouth was blocked by the sand in the wind. In the end, he could only squint his eyes and stare at Yun Wanzhou's face.
Just a moment ago, Yun Wanzhou was drawing a talisman to immobilize Xie Wuyang.
As the Immortal Lord of Cangqiong Mountain, Yun Wanzhou was extremely cautious and had never made any public disclosures. However, he never expected that he would fall short at this moment.
The spell he drew didn't work.
The wind blew his sleeves over Yun Wanzhou's face, and Xie Wuyang couldn't see his expression. He could only wait patiently for Yun Wanzhou's reply.
People who are deeply involved in a situation often have an inexplicable trust in those who are in the same situation.
Xie Wuyang is no exception.
It was unknown how long it took, so long that Xie Wuyang was afraid that the tornado would suddenly stop in the next second and throw the two people to the ground to death. Yun Wanzhou finally took action.
The tip of her toes lightly touched the dead leaves, and she flew into the air like an arrow released from a bow string, piercing through the loess and flying towards Xie Wuyang.
Before Xie Wuyang could recover from the flash of white in the air, Yun Wanzhou grabbed his wrist.
Yun Xianzun moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but then closed his mouth in the wind and sand, covering his lips with his sleeve, "Hold on tight."
At the same time, the wind and sand stopped suddenly.
A force threw the two people straight out.
The force on the wrist suddenly increased, Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened, and a gentle force fell on the back of his head.
□□ collided with the ground, and Xie Wuyang was so shaken by the violent impact that he couldn't speak. He could only grab the clothes in front of his chest tightly and close his eyes tightly.
It was not until the rolling body was blocked by something, a muffled sound followed by a cry of pain, that Xie Wuyang suddenly came to his senses.
There was a faint scent of white plum blossoms lingering in his nostrils, and Xie Wuyang looked up in disbelief.
Yun Wanzhou's face was pale, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his pale red lips were now completely bloodless.
How could Yun Wanzhou...
Meeting Xie Wuyang's slightly stunned gaze, Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and was about to say something when a hint of blood suddenly surged into his throat, choking him and causing him to cough violently twice.
Xie Wuyang suddenly came to his senses and sat up from Yun Wanzhou's arms.
That blow just now really hit Yun Wanzhou hard, and he tried twice before he successfully got up.
Looking at Xie Wuyang, Yun Wanzhou moved his Adam's apple and swallowed the blood in his mouth, "Are you injured?"
Xie Wuyang curled his fingertips, and his hand, which was suspended in mid-air, retracted, and asked hoarsely, "Master, why did you save me?"
In his previous life, Xie Wuyang met too many people. Some of them were hurt by him, and some of them hurt him, but no one protected him.
The reason why the demon soldiers who fought for him stood at the front line was simply to get the rewards and titles promised by the Demon Lord.
Xie Wuyang's brain was slow, and he was a little confused when looking at the pale-faced Yun Wanzhou.
In his opinion, Yun Wanzhou cares about face and everything he does is for fame. He can save and help others, but he will never harm his own interests for these.
so……
What is Yun Wanzhou doing now?
Confusion and puzzlement flashed across Xie Wuyang's eyes, and Yun Wanzhou, who was sitting in front of him, gradually became a stranger.
Seeing that Yun Wanzhou was slow to respond, Xie Wuyang realized how rash his question was.
Just because he knows Yun Wanzhou's true identity doesn't mean his original self knows it.
In the eyes of his original body, his master Yun Wanzhou was an immortal with extraordinary appearance, compassion for all living beings, and would protect and pamper him.
If she risked her life to save him, it would be completely understandable, and the original body would only be moved to tears.
Realizing this, Xie Wuyang's thoughts froze and he subconsciously wanted to make amends.
Yun Wanzhou raised his head and pulled the corner of his lip towards him. For a moment, Xie Wuyang thought that Yun Wanzhou wanted to smile at him, but he never expected that the other party just twitched the corner of his lip, and then it fell back, turning back into the expressionless immortal.
What Xie Wuyang had seen most in his previous life was Yun Wanzhou's cold face.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed.
Yun Wanzhou always liked cleanliness. Perhaps because of the injury on his back, he had difficulty in moving. At the moment, he couldn't use his spiritual power. After seeing that his sleeves were dirty, he raised his hand and hit them twice. The first two movements were smooth, but by the third time, Yun Wanzhou's movements had obviously become much stiffer.
Seeing Yun Wanzhou flapping his sleeves and looking like he was exhausted, Xie Wuyang, whether out of a sudden burst of kindness or something, subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual power to help him.
But when he just stretched out his hand and made the hand seal, he suddenly found that he could not feel any of the spiritual power stored in the talisman.
“How could it be…”
Yun Wanzhou had clearly used...
Xie Wuyang's thoughts suddenly stopped.
When they were trapped in the desert, they couldn't use their spiritual power, but Yun Wanzhou suddenly returned to normal. Could it be that the barrier here was not broken at all, but...
Yun Wanzhou forcibly used his spiritual power to break through the barrier.
Perhaps he noticed Xie Wuyang's action, but Yun Wanzhou stopped what he was doing and looked over with his eyelids slightly raised.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyebrows and lifted Yun Wanzhou's sleeve, "Master is injured and inconvenient, so I will help you."
The white cuffs had begun to turn yellow, and there was a scratch in the middle, as if it had been cut at some unknown time.
However, after staying in this desert for so long, Yun Wanzhou was lucky that only his clothes were dirty.
After helping Yun Wanzhou clean the last bit of dirt on his clothes, when I looked up again, Yun Wanzhou had already closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.
If Xie Wuyang hadn't just spoken to him, he would probably have thought so.
Xie Wuyang straightened Yun Wanzhou's sleeves, did not remind him, and just knelt there, looking at him motionlessly.
It was as if he wanted to find out something about the Yun Wanzhou he was familiar with through this face.
It’s a pity that Yun Wanzhou, who was resting with his eyes closed, no longer had those frosty eyes. His facial features were delicate and soft, like a cat with its claws retracted.
Perhaps he noticed Xie Wuyang's gaze, but Yun Wanzhou opened his eyes, revealing his calm eyes.
"Master, let's go." Xie Wuyang whispered.
This scene was somewhat familiar. In the world of cultivation five hundred years later, Xie Wuyang had sneaked into Cangqiong Mountain for the Nightmare Stone, but was later defeated by the Immortal Master Yun Xianzun.
At that time, the Demon Lord had already exhausted his spiritual power due to trespassing into the forbidden area of the sky. His eyes were staring at him with blood-red magic patterns, and he looked extremely enchanting.
Yun Wanzhou held the broken snow in his hand, the sword was unsheathed, and he pointed it at Xie Wuyang's eyebrows.
"I was defeated by you this time by a single step. Why didn't you give me a quick death?"
At that time, Yun Wanzhou stared at him for a long time, with an emotion between his brows that Xie Wuyang could not understand, like pity, but also like struggle.
Yun Wanzhou opened his thin lips slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Go away."
…
"Let's go."
The dull pain in his back had become numb. Yun Wanzhou moved his arms stiffly, supported his waist, and slowly stood up.
Xie Wuyang changed from looking at him from the front to looking up.
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and looked down at Xie Wuyang, "Not leaving?"
Xie Wuyang collected his thoughts and stood up immediately. "Master's injuries remain serious. Why don't I go explore the way?"
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and pointed behind Xie Wuyang, "No need to go."
"Hmm?" Xie Wuyang was puzzled at first, then turned his head and looked in the direction Yun Wanzhou pointed.
The blue sea is just one step away.
I don’t know if they were lucky, but the sandstorm did not take their lives, but instead blew them to the border of the Blue Sea.
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