Master Rongyun returned to Yunwu Peak.

At this time, Su Luo was still unconscious and needed to rely on Nangong Liuyun to continuously transmit spiritual power to maintain vitality.

Rong Yun looked at Su Luo quietly and stared at this familiar face.

"Save her." Nangong Liuyun's voice was cold.

Rong Yun held his hands behind him, stood in front of the window, and his white robe shone with wind.

Looking into the sky from afar, a ray of light flashed when my calm eyes heard this sentence.

After a while, Rong Yun's gaze moved back from outside the window, and a sad look flashed in his eyes, and he sighed slightly: "It's not easy to save."

If he could save him, why didn't he want to take action?

He hopes that Luo Yatou is healthy, safe and happy than anyone else.

Nangong Liuyun stood up, his slender body felt very oppressive, his eyes were filled with a hint of madness, and he stared at Rong Yun with a burning look: "Save her!"

Rong Yun's eyes were as dark as the ink in ink paintings, and were bottomless.

He thought about it, and finally, his sharp eyes shot straight into Nangong Liuyun: "Are you sure you want to save her?"

"If my life can be exchanged for her, I will definitely be willing." Nangong Liuyun's eyes were deep and cold, and he felt a sense of arrogance and nobleness on his body, which was powerful and powerful.

Rong Yun looked at him quietly, as if he was telling the truth about his words.

At this time, Nangong Liuyun stood tall and tall, with a calm face, a sinister look, and a full of murderous aura: "You said."

Rong Yun's eyes were cold and shallow, but a trace of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

"It's very difficult to save her." Rong Yun was still faint, as misty as the wind, "Although you don't have to pay your life, you're in danger of death."

"It's just a life of nine deaths. As long as I can save Luo Luo, I will go without deaths." Nangong Liuyun's clanging voice overwhelmed all the noise and rang in Rong Yun's ears.

Rong Yun's eyes instantly showed brightly everything in the world.

"Since that's the case, sit down and listen to me slowly." Rong Yun looked at Nangong Liuyun, and his original attitude of alienation gradually became a little gentle.

"Luo Yatou's injury is very serious. If he is not rescued, he will definitely die in three months."

Rong Yun's eyes were filled with unspeakable determination.

When Nangong Liuyun heard this, she suddenly felt a sudden sensation of her whole body, and her heart was squeezing together.

"You said Luo Luo will die?" He stared at Rong Yun with a mighty aura, with murderous aura.

"It will die." Rong Yun did not hide it. "Although your spiritual energy can last for a while, it cannot last for a lifetime. One year is the longest period."

In other words, if you don’t save it, you will be...

Thinking of this, Nangong Liuyun's face turned pale. He pursed his thin lips, and the lines on his chin were as cold as a nobleman: "What do you think you should do."

No matter whether he goes up the knife mountain and goes down the oil pan, he is obliged and willing to be happy.

Rong Yun's handsome eyebrows raised slightly: "Have you heard of the Red Blood Scrophularia?"

Nangong Liuyun's eyes frowned slightly: "How about the red blood Scrophularia ginseng of the flesh and bones of the living dead?"

Nangong Liuyun has been well-read since childhood, has a lot of knowledge and knowledge. He always has an impression of many things that have been destroyed in the long river of history.

"Yeah." Rong Yun looked out the window, his voice was faint, as ethereal as the wind: "There is a red blood Scrophularia in the Muxian Mansion."

He said only this and stopped talking.

He believed that Nangong Liuyun understood.

When Nangong Liuyun heard this, he stood there in a daze, motionless. After a while, his eyes slightly turned, and his eyes were as sharp as ice snickers: "Muxian Mansion?"
Chapter completed!