There was a vision in the sky that Yunyi was going to die, and Wuya almost died with him.
Fortunately, he stopped him, but he still couldn't avoid Yunyi's death, so he could only change.
Pu Xia found a way to defy the heavens, allowing a person to be reborn directly without reincarnation.
Rebirth without memory is exactly in line with Ming Huang's method of lifting the curse.
They worked together to move the Tianwai Tower in the Demon Realm and the Wuya Temple in the God Realm to the separation between the Supreme Continent and the two realms.
This was the best place for them.
Everything went well, Yunyi and Wuya were still living in this world, just not in the realm of gods and demons.
Although they were all still alive, he felt uneasy.
The two realms of gods and demons were in turmoil, and the whereabouts of Minghuang began to be unclear. took shape.
But he looked at the vision and it never really disappeared, so he kept worrying, could Yunyi and Wuya die again?
Pu Xia held the pieces of clothes torn from Yunyi's body, which were stained with blood.
He held them tightly and lowered his eyes, "Even if you defy heaven again, I don't want to see you fall."
Yunyi, you begged me to like you for three lives and three lifetimes.
My love, which you dismiss with disdain, is bound to fulfill your wish.
Since you are begging, since you regard me as Wuya, then I will help you, and I will never regret it in this life.
Pu Xia put the pieces of clothing close to his body.
Although that day never came, he was prepared for a rainy day, and finally he found a new method, the Immortal Vine.
Pu Xia looked at the record of the fairy vine, and hope ignited in his eyes.
He wanted to find it, believing that it would be useful in the future.
Pu Xia no longer cared about the situation of Tianwai Tower and Wuya Sanctuary, but walked into the desolate land.
The vast and boundless yellow sand was like the land of death.
Once he stepped into it, he entered the Palace of Hell.
He walked in without any supernatural power, and the wild sand swept past him.
He was buried in the yellow sand.
He passed out and woke up again.
He lost his direction and walked forward blindly.
He only knew that the fairy vine was in the deserted land, but he didn't know where it was.
Only by hiking and sincerely asking to see it could he see the existence of the fairy vine.
Therefore, even if a tornado carrying yellow sand flew by and buried him, he still did not give up.
The harsh sun peeled off his skin and made him pass out.
The night was as cold as ice, and he almost froze to death, but he never gave up.
As long as he is alive, he will not give up.
He persisted like this, day after day, night after night, and he didn't remember how long it had been.
Just when he thought he was going to die, he finally saw a small seedling standing against the wind in the vast yellow sand.
Not far away from him.
"Fairy Vine."
Pu Xia grinned, and his chapped lips overflowed with blood as he smiled.
He was about to run out of oil, and it seemed that he was suddenly filled with divine power.
He woke up and wanted to stand up and face the god.
The little vine seedling walked quickly, but as soon as he raised his body half up, he fell down heavily, and yellow sand covered his face.
After trying several times, he failed to stand up.
In the end, he had to move his weak body little by little towards the fairy vine seedling.
It was obviously only a three- to five-meter road, and he could reach it quickly by walking quickly, but he was moving slowly on top of the scorching yellow sand, crawling slower than a turtle
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