Although I don’t know why, all these things went towards Bing Nandong, as if Bing Nandong was much more attractive than Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi immediately flew towards Bing Nandong. At this moment, something unexpected happened. The cliff behind Bing Nandong collapsed at an extremely fast speed. Bing Nandong was hit by the monk who rushed up and his feet were lifted off the ground. He fell directly into the molten lava at the bottom of the cliff.
"Bing Nan Dong!"
Bing Nandong's eyes reflected the infinitely extending cliffs that finally converged into a point. He suddenly felt extremely calm and didn't even have the desire to survive.
But then, a flash of white caught his eye. It was Fan Zhiyi, who had jumped down with him. He looked so anxious. Was this because of his own emotions? But he...
Bing Nandong watched Fan Zhiyi reaching out his hand to him, and desperately stretched out his arms and fingers to try to grab him, but he remained indifferent and even closed his eyes.
It would be better if I died.
Bing Nandong thought, it would be great if he could die like this, die in front of Fan Zhiyi. Then his position in Fan Zhiyi's heart would probably surpass that of the so-called protagonist for a moment.
But the next moment, someone grabbed the middle of his robe near his heart, followed by the sound of a sword rubbing against the cliff. It flew for several meters, constantly creating sparks, and then stopped.
Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body felt numb. He and Bing Nandong swayed in the air together, like leaves that would fall at any time.
Fan Zhiyi's brain nerves were extremely active because of the series of sudden situations that had just happened. He looked down at Bing Nandong, who was being held by him and was almost dead. Bing Nandong was about to be turned into roasted meat. The bubbles rising from the magma almost touched the soles of Bing Nandong's shoes.
Although he had set up a barrier for Bing Nandong, he didn't dare to bet Bing Nandong's life that the magma would not melt the barrier.
Ahhhh help, this is lava, this is definitely lava, if he falls in he'll die, someone save him, it's so hot, so hot, damn, he's melting. That's not why he had to jump in, why couldn't he just hold the person up with a thought and let him ascend automatically? Is he such an idiot? His life is precious, and he's not cut out to be a hero, so why is he fighting so hard! It's so scary, so scary, these monsters are so terrifying, woo woo woo, I need to go home, damn system, get me out, your host is about to die, you can't meet your performance targets, your system is not professional at all!
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he met Bing Nandong's deep eyes, which were like a pool of stagnant water, without any vitality, staring at him solemnly.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He really wanted to scold this guy. What had happened to him here again?
But looking at Bing Nandong's face half covered in blood, Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth but said nothing in the end. He had raised his apprentice for so long, and seeing him become like this again, he still felt distressed.
I'll wait until we're out and somewhere safe before I curse. Fan Zhiyi happily decided on this alone.
Some of the villagers and monks who jumped down with them were caught off guard and fell directly into the lava, screaming and struggling. Some reacted quickly and cast spells to stay in mid-air, or tried to imitate Fan Zhiyi, but were secretly plotted by Fan Zhiyi and fell into the lava. Or some, unwilling to give up, took advantage of the opportunity to attack, but Fan Zhiyi kicked them away.
Then Fan Zhiyi lifted Bing Nandong a little higher to avoid him being hurt by the splashing lava.
His arm strength was simply amazing. With his right hand, he held the hilt of the sword stuck in the cliff to steady the two people, and with his left hand he had to lift the people up. Fan Zhiyi was simply impressed by himself.
Looking again, he found that Bing Nandong had fainted. Fan Zhiyi shook him and found that he was really unconscious.
Damn, why is it so unreliable!
When Bing Nandong regained consciousness, he felt like he was lying on someone's back. Raindrops were being separated by the barrier, making a dripping sound. He felt dizzy and had no strength in his body. It took him several tries to open his eyes.
Then Bing Nandong suddenly stood up by supporting the man's shoulders and tried to get down, vigilantly observing who was carrying him.
"Awake? Even if you're awake, don't move. I can't guarantee that we won't fall down together." Fan Zhiyi said. He was really out of strength. He was walking around in the mountains with a branch in his hand, taking each step very hard.
The person he was carrying didn't say anything, but obediently kept his hand on Fan Zhiyi's shoulder, not moving.
Fan Zhiyi took a look at the sky. The village chief was right. There would indeed be a heavy rain tonight.
At that time, he helped the unconscious Bing Nandong break through, and then saw that the boundary connecting the two spaces was about to close. At the critical moment, he slid down with Bing Nandong and finally returned to the village.
Compared to the lava, he still chose this place. However, some villagers and monks could not run as fast as them, so they had to stay in that space and wait for the next time. This gave Fan Zhiyi the opportunity to pick up Bing Nandong and run away.
He figured he couldn't go back to the village now, so he could only run up the mountain and wait for Bing Nandong to wake up before visiting the Fusang Temple. He didn't dare take the only obvious path up the mountain, so he just squeezed between a few trees and started running.
Not long after, Fan Zhiyi noticed Bing Nandong was burning hot, probably because of a fever. He channeled spiritual energy into him for a while, but a strange force within Bing Nandong was resisting his spiritual energy. Fearing something might happen, he gave up channeling spiritual energy and instead erected a barrier for the two of them to shelter from the rain. He also used the cleansing technique to dry and clean their clothes. However, both Bing Nandong and himself were still bleeding from wounds, and soon, bloodstains appeared on his clothes again.
Fan Zhiyi didn't bring any medicine, and Bing Nandong was unconscious, so he could only run and wait for Bing Nandong to wake up. As long as the wound wasn't poisonous, cultivators could heal quickly.
Time for escape is always against the clock, and those things are chasing as if they can smell their scent. Fan Zhiyi can only hide and change routes at the same time, and he has persisted like this until now when Bing Nandong wakes up.
"Please regulate your spiritual energy. The aura in your body is a little strange. We'll study it carefully when we get to a safe place." Fan Zhiyi said, "Also, you just had a fever. No, you had a fever. How do you feel now?"
"Why did you save me?" Bing Nandong's voice was very small because of his weakness, but Fan Zhiyi still heard it.
If you ask this question, it’s better not to say anything.
Fan Zhiyi asked back: "Why didn't I save you?"
"You saw it."
"What?"
"Ghost energy has entered my body."
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