After being divorced, I picked up a fairy

Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Re-entering the Demon Realm

    Rong Yi didn't know how far he had come.

    It was only when it got dark again that day that he slowly turned his cold head and looked at Ye Zhijun beside him.

    This female cultivator of the Fuxi sect has not healed her old wounds.

    Whenever Rong Yi thought that her fragile soul was about to escape from this broken body, it would be firmly sealed in the body again.

    She didn't say a word, and her snow-white face appeared a little tougher.

    It was getting late.

    Rong Yi finally stopped.

    They set up camp by the river and built a bonfire.

    Rong Yi didn't like flames very much, so he moved to the side.

    Even the glass bottle hanging around his neck dangled.

    The glass bottle is transparent, and one can clearly see a finger-sized white light inside.

    If it is during the day when the sun is in full bloom, the white light will not be able to see the shape.

    That was the remaining bit of Aqiao's soul.

    They were in the cave that day, discussing how to leave and how to return to Fuxizong.

    Before she finished speaking, a string of blood burst out of Aqiao's body.

    Her whole body seemed to be under heavy pressure from some completely irresistible force...in the blink of an eye, she was reduced to nothingness.

    Only the blood splattered on his face was still warm.

    "Those things are chasing after you." Rong Yi gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice from his throat, and slowly opened his claws, and only a little of Aqiao's remaining soul leaked out from between the claws.

    Ye Zhijun corrected him: "It's a Gu. It should be that Ning Yin died."

    Ye Zhijun heard about the Whitehead Gu after returning from Huayuanjing.

    Because there are very few such rare things in the world, she remembers them very firmly.

    Rong Yi quickly figured out what Whitehead Gu was.

    In order to bring Ah Qiao back to life, they embarked on a long journey.

    I don't know how many days passed in a blink of an eye.

    Now sitting on the bank of the river.

    Ye Zhijun is trying to refine the elixir.

    Only a "bang" was heard.

    The pan is fried.

    But Ye Zhijun somehow bent down and took out a pill from it.

    One grain will do.

    She swallowed the pill down her throat, then closed her eyes and meditated.

    Immediately, a white mist rose around him.

    Obviously the elixir worked.

    Rong Yi couldn't help it: "How can there be only one grain after refining?" Ye

    Zhijun pointed at the pot: "Ask it."

    "Senior Sister Ye, I am still considered a member of Fuxi Sect. Senior Sister Ye practiced it back and forth. Even if there is only one pill, why don't you give me half of it..."