In the fairy bottle.
Wang Yi slowly took off Diewu's clothes.
Butterfly dance, close your eyes, trembling uncontrollably.
She knew what was coming.
In these trillions of years, she has been in the Western Holy Alliance, and countless people have had her thoughts.
But she dismissed them all and even killed them.
She is the ancestor of the Butterfly Clan, not a woman to be slaughtered by others.
But today, this step finally came.
She was excited and even shy, not daring to open her eyes.
It wasn't until Wang Yi took off her clothes that she opened her eyes.
Wang Yi is close at hand.
"Wang Yi." Die Wu whispered.
Her voice was clear and trembling.
Wang Yi nodded slightly: "Diewu, relax, I will help you to completely recover from your injuries."
Diewu nodded.
Wang Yi waited for its adjustment.
After a hundred breaths, Diewu finally said: "I can do it."
After Wang Yi confirmed that Die Wu was stable, he approached Die Wu and slowly entered Die Wu's body.
Die Wu clearly sensed Wang Yi.
Her heart was beating rapidly.
The extremely terrifying power of the curse was also accelerating to devour her flesh and soul.
This force does not have active consciousness, but has passive consciousness.
Once Wang Yi's force comes close, it will avoid it.
It knew that there was nothing it could do about Wang Yi.
Now, Wang Yi uses himself as bait to lure this evil force into his body.
Wang Yi combined with Die Wu to send a little bit of power into his body.
Even a little bit made Die Wu feel the hugeness and vastness of this power.
Unpredictable.
She finally knew how powerful Wang Yi was.
"Wang Yi, have you really just practiced for 20 million years?"
"Well, I have been practicing for 20 million years." Wang Yi answered truthfully.
Die Wu was ashamed. She had been practicing for three trillion years.
Wang Yi's training time was less than a fraction of hers.
When the two of them are combined, she is like an old cow eating young grass.
"Don't think too much." Wang Yi hugged Diewu and whispered in his ear.
Diewu gradually relaxed under Wang Yi's soft words.
She knew that her first step was to introduce the power of the curse into Wang Yi's body.
The second step is to repair the injury.
The third step is to restore your cultivation.
step by step.
The power of the curse is extremely terrifying and extremely difficult to deal with.
After sensing Wang Yi's powerful power, he separated a little bit and entered Wang Yi's body.
Wang Yi did not immediately refine the evil power, he allowed it to swallow up his vitality and blood.
This little bit of energy and blood is nothing.
When he refines this evil force, the power fed back into his body will increase hundreds to thousands of times.
With less evil power, Diewu felt much more relaxed instantly.
"Wang Yi, can you hold on?"
"able."
Wang Yi didn't feel any discomfort, "Let's speed up!"
Diewu's face turned even redder.
Accelerate, that means the two of them are getting closer.
Wang Yi didn't wait for Diewu's answer and began to attract the evil curse power at a faster speed.
His physical body merged with Diewu's, and his soul also entered Diewu's sea of consciousness.
The evil experience is so weird that it is almost ready to swallow up Diewu's body and soul, leaving only the body.
Only Wang Yi is not afraid of this evil force. If it were anyone else, they would have been killed by the evil curse force long ago.
Time flies and the years are long.
This cultivation lasts for millions of years.
Nothing remains the same in the fairy bottle.
The outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The Daxia Dynasty defeated the Black Wolf Empire and the Scorpion Empire and occupied the southeast corner of the wilderness.
The wilderness is huge, stretching across trillions of light years.
Most of these areas are uninhabited areas.
The Great Xia Dynasty stretched three billion miles from east to west and two billion miles from north to south.
Compared to the wilderness, this couldn't be any smaller.
Moreover, the population of the Daxia Dynasty was too small.
Trillions of people in the West.
Too little.
Such a vast place, but not many people.
The main task of the Daxia Dynasty now is not to expand its territory, but to expand its population.
At this time, Wang Teng, the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, was heading west with a young girl.
The girl is in her mid-twenties, with big black eyes that sparkle.
"Brother Wang Teng, are you really going to propose marriage to my Phoenix clan?" The girl was a little worried.
She is Feng Jiu, the little princess of the Phoenix clan. Thirty thousand years ago, she was attacked by Hydra and almost abducted by Hydra.
It was Wang Teng who saved her.
She also likes Wang Teng.
But she knew very well how domineering the Phoenix clan was and disliked the Huang clan very much.
Even though Wang Teng was the powerful emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, she, the Phoenix Clan, still looked down upon him.
Wang Teng didn't seem worried: "Xiaojiu, I, Wang Teng, must marry you."
Feng Jiu's face suddenly turned red and sweet.
"Brother Wang Teng, okay, let's go to the Phoenix Clan and you propose marriage to my parents."
Wang Teng knew that the Phoenix clan was arrogant, so he roped in Ma Wang, Xiong Da, and Xiong Er.
"Uncle Ma, Uncle Xiong, and Uncle Xiong, you have to give me some help."
When the three heard this, they clapped their chests and assured: "No problem."
A group of people traveled through time and space to the Phoenix Clan.
Phoenix Clan.
That is the super powerful clan in Tianyuan Continent.
Used to be number one.
Now even though it has declined, it still ranks second in Tianyuan Continent after the Shenlong Clan.
Such a powerful race must be extremely noble.
In front of the gate of the Phoenix Clan, Guarding Phoenix was immediately excited when he saw Feng Jiu returning.
When they saw the man holding hands with their little princess, their expressions suddenly changed slightly.
They could tell at a glance that the man was from the Huang tribe.
The Huang clan is an extremely weak race.
"How could the Ninth Princess fall in love with a person of such a weak race?"
The two mountain-guarding phoenixes knew the powerful connection and immediately informed important people in the clan.
Feng Jiu brought Wang Teng to the mountain gate.
"Ninth Princess."
"Ninth Princess."
Two phoenixes guarding the mountain salute.
Feng Jiu never valued her status, so she nodded slightly: "You're in luck, brother Wang Teng, let's go in."
"etc."
Two mountain guarding phoenixes stopped Wang Teng.
Feng Jiu's expression suddenly changed slightly: "What are you doing?"
The two mountain guarding phoenixes immediately knelt down in fright, "Ninth Princess, our ancestor has ordered that no Huang clan member is allowed to enter the clan. That's not what we want to do."
Of course Feng Jiu knew this rule.
But she didn't know why.
"If something happens, I'll take responsibility for it myself. It's none of your business."
After Feng Jiu finished speaking, she pulled Wang Teng and was about to go in.
"Wait, what's going on?"
A young man walked out of the Phoenix Clan's mountain gate.
The young man has fiery red human hair, wears a phoenix divine garment, and has boots made of real dragon scales on his feet.
"Feng Jiu, what are you doing? You actually brought an unknown Huang clan member into the clan. Do you know what crime you have committed?"
The corners of the flame-red haired young man's mouth curled up and he looked at Feng Jiu with greed in his eyes.
Wang Teng clearly saw the greed in the eyes of the young man in front of him, he wanted to get Feng Jiu.
There is no such thing as a simple head.
Fengjiu is his and no one can take it away.
But he was too embarrassed to take action casually.
After all, this is Fengjiu's home.
Feng Jiu snorted coldly: "Feng Kun, what does it have to do with you if I bring people into the clan!"
