"Uncle Emperor! Wait for a moment, I have something to say to you!"

Mu Wushuang quickly called Long Moshen.

Xiaoque said that they fell into the space crack, and there were countless spaces folded together in the space crack, and once people went out, they would be crushed to pieces!

The emperor said so easily, but once he went out, he might be doomed!

She would never allow the emperor to fall into danger, and his injuries have not healed yet!

While she was saying this with the emperor, she was asking Xiao Zhu Xiaoque how to leave the crack in the space. She couldn't let him take risks every time. This time, it was time to change it to her.

"It's not far from the normal teleportation route now. Master, you can drive the ancient demon god's puppet to send the Red Ridge Cloud Piercing back to the normal route! But the power of the light puppet is not enough, and there is still one person." Xiao Zhu said.

"Me!" she said hurriedly.

"I calculated that with your physical body, you can only breathe two breaths in the cracks in the space. After two breaths, if you cannot return to the teleportation map, your physical body will be destroyed."

"Can I get the teleportation map back to the right track in two breaths?"

"Yes! But if you add a puppet, it takes at least two breaths to get the teleportation map back on track, but you don't have time to get back on the teleportation map."

"But if I don't do it, the emperor will go out. He has not recovered from his serious injury and there is only one way out when he goes out. Even if I live, I will be uneasy for the rest of my life. No need to say anything. I have made up my mind. Sorry, Xiao Zhu Xiaoque, you are going to change your master again."

He quickly finished talking to Xiao Zhu Xiaoque in his spiritual sense. He had only just breathed a breath outside. She seemed to see the emperor's deep eyes in the dark, and was waiting for her to finish her last sentence.

She took out a black rope, and when the emperor's uncle was unprepared, the immortal-bound rope in her hand flew out like a flying snake and tied him up.

"Shuang'er! What are you doing! Let me go! Shuang'er!" Long Moshen shouted, his voice as panic as he had never been before.

"I love you, uncle, you must be alive!"

After saying that, she jumped from the barrier without hesitation.

"Shuang'er!!"

At the same time, she took the spiritual medicine and drove out the puppet. She wanted to use her entire body of spiritual power to move it back to the original trajectory while the emperor had not yet broken free from the immortal binding rope!

The immortal rope was refined by the Emperor's uncle for her not long ago. There were two of them, using the spirit-binding grass and some other refining materials she collected in the Sunset Mountains last year.

This bundle of immortal ropes can temporarily trap a strong man with spiritual master's cultivation level for a few breaths. None of her or him would have thought that this bundle of immortal ropes would be used on him for the first time.

Countless spaces collapsed and compressed, and in one breath, her internal organs were bleeding and bloody! But she gritted her teeth and said nothing! The hard and shriveled skin on the puppet of the ancient demon god was scraped into pieces!

After two breaths, her tendons and veins were broken and her spiritual power was exhausted! A single arm of the puppet was broken!

The light reappeared, the teleportation map finally returned to normal, and her consciousness began to blur, and her body fell into the cracks in the space. In a trance, she seemed to hear the uncle above the sky calling her name. His voice was very panicked and anxious, and even hysterical, but she slowly curled the corners of her lips - it's great that he could live.

My eyes were closed weakly, and the severe pain in my body was gradually feeling less real.

Just as her consciousness disappeared, a red light suddenly appeared, and a sharp phoenix sound came from the space. Then, she completely lost consciousness.

...

"It's been three months now. Do you think the person picked up by the head is still alive?"

"When the head picked it up, the man was covered in blood and only a little weak breath was left. Didn't Master Yao Qing say that? She definitely couldn't last for three months!"

"But didn't her leader say that? If she could hold on for three months, she would accept her as a closed disciple, and then she would be the senior sister of all our disciples!"

"Really? Wouldn't the eldest brother be demoted to the second brother?"

A group of young people wearing moon-white uniform disciples' costumes were talking under the big banyan tree.

"What are you talking about?"

A group of people came from not far away, and a heroic man with a jade hairpin on his head looked at them with a gloomy face.

"Big... Senior Brother! We are talking about the woman picked up by the head of the sect. It's just three months old today. I don't know if she is still alive?"

A disciple said a little embarrassedly.

The man, known as the eldest brother, frowned and said coldly: "When you have time to chat here, have you finished practicing?"

"We'll go now, we'll go now!"

A group of people scattered like birds and beasts.

"Senior Brother, why don't we go to the leader to take a look?"

A disciple behind the man said carefully.

You should know that each generation of their Qingyun Sword Sect holds only one disciple, and this disciple is the next leader.

Their head Wuji was the head of the sect for a hundred years, but he has not yet accepted a single disciple. The eldest senior brother Cangyang is the disciple with the most guidance in recent years. Everyone in the sect believes that the head will accept the eldest senior brother Cangyang as the closed disciple.

Who knew that at this time, the head of the sect suddenly brought back a seriously injured and dying woman from outside, saying that if she didn't die, she would accept her as a closed disciple.

They felt that the eldest brother must be unhappy, and no one would be happy when encountering such a thing!

Today is the last day of three months. As long as that woman can't hold on, the matter of taking in apprentices will definitely be hyped.

So they encouraged the senior brother to go to the sect to find out the situation.

"You want to go by yourself, I'll go back to practice swordsmanship." Cang Yang said coldly and walked towards his cave.

Seeing this, the others were bored and parted with each other.

The back mountain of Qingyun Sword Sect.

A sloppy old man was walking around in a room anxiously, his eyes constantly aiming inside.

At this time, a gentle and elegant middle-aged man walked out of the inner room. The old man hurried up and asked, "How is it? How is my good disciple?"

Yao Qing shook his head and sighed:

"The head of the sect, I'm not awake yet. If I don't wake up, I'm afraid I can't hold on to it today. Alas, it's a pity. I've never encountered such a magical thing. Three months later, her life is almost about to be cut off, but the child in her belly is still alive. Unfortunately, the mother dies and the fetus cannot survive no matter how tenacious the sect is. But I'm really strange, you are not awake even if you wake up, so you call her apprentice, no one like you! Forget it, I won't say you, I think, your apprentice can't be taken away."

It means that the people inside can't survive, so don't be busy.

The sloppy old man is Wuji, the head of Qingyun Sword Sect.

When he heard this, his whole face collapsed: "How did this happen? I finally accepted an apprentice. Where can I find an apprentice if she dies?"

"Ahem."

At this moment, a faint cough suddenly sounded inside.

Wujizi disappeared like a gust of wind.

Yaoqing was also surprised and walked quickly inside.
Chapter completed!