The wind and clouds surging in the air, the pure black demonic energy entangled with the dark clouds for half a day, advancing and retreating, with an amazing momentum.

Lightning and thunder were heard at the intersection of dark clouds and demonic energy, and the true saint's aura became more and more violent. Some monsters that had not yet run away were either knocked out directly under this power, or were so scared that they were trembling on the ground and dared not move.

Impression Xiaonan sat under the big tree, still like a phantom, suddenly illusion and disappearing, as if it had never existed.

Originally, as a semi-saint, it was absolutely difficult to sit and stand safely within this range without any impact, without any influence, and remain motionless as if loose.

But the Yin and Yang Lingxi in the chest was flickering at an extremely rare speed, and a wonderful aura also surrounded Fun Xiaonan's body, playing some indescribable and wonderful effects.

Under this effect, Fun Xiaonan's spiritual consciousness gradually became distant and directly entered the huge tornado of lightning and thunder, clearly feeling the changes in the aura inside, and the birth and death of various auras.

Gradually, there was still fighting there, but there were some changes on Fan Xiaonan's side.

The originally drooping eyes were now wide open, looking at the battlefield over there, and then a faint expression began to appear on his face.

A trace of wonderful aura was slowly dissipating, and the strong winds were raging around him, but in the area around him, although it was still surging, there was no killing or shocking power.

Time passed minute by minute, and at some point, where he sat, there was a piece of weed with only a piece of grass roots left, and even sprouted slight new buds.

But no one knows all this.

Gradually the wind stopped, the clouds dissipated, and the sky became clear again. The Golden Light Ancestor looked over there silently, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, but he finally snorted lightly, and his figure slowly faded away and disappeared without a trace.

But Xiaonan still sat there motionlessly, but his eyes had closed again, and his face returned to calm, silent.

As time passed, the sun gradually set westward, and some fleeing monsters gradually began to return to the depths of these 100,000 mountains.

At this moment, a little white rabbit suddenly jumped over from the grass, but the movement seemed a little stiff. When you looked closely, you could see some blood on your left front foot and chest.

Maybe he was injured in the hurricane just now.

The rabbit was originally jumping forward, but it seemed as if it was a little tired. It stopped two or three feet away next to Fun Xiaonan.

The head looked around cutely, as if he felt something, and then jumped two steps toward Xiaonan, stopping next to him about a foot.

Then he lay there like this, motionless...

The moon rises and the sun sets, the sun rises and the moon sets, and it repeats over and over again, and several days and nights pass.

With a slight breathing sound, Moon Xiaonan's figure slowly emerged from the void.

But at this moment, the aura on his body was completely different from a few days ago.

The whole person seemed increasingly clear and clear, with a few more unexplained feelings.

Fun Xiaonan let out a long sigh, stood up, and then unexpectedly looked down at his feet.

Looking at the little white rabbit crawling about a foot away, he was obviously stunned.

When did this rabbit come? It was obviously not dead, but why did I realize it now?

And... in the depths of such a hundred thousand mountains, there are such harmless small animals?

Fun Xiaonan hesitated for a while, finally squatted down and looked at the little white rabbit in front of him carefully.

Although the little rabbit squinted his eyes, it is indeed alive, which can be sensed from its breath.

He hesitated for a moment, reached out and gently stroked the little rabbit's back. A warm sense of touch followed, and even the two ears trembled slightly, as if they did not resist his touch.

"Huh!" Fun Xiaonan let out a light breath, smiled bitterly and stretched out his hands, hugged the rabbit, looked at the blood on its front paws and chest, and frowned slightly.

But it was obvious that the two wounds had scabbed at this moment, so Xiaonan just raised his eyebrows and didn't care much; he just hugged the rabbit in his arms, and his figure flashed, and appeared dozens of miles away.

At this moment, the aura of the True Saint's struggle had dissipated and the space gradually stabilized, so Xiaonan's speed was much faster. After only half a stick of incense, Xiaonan appeared on the periphery of the 100,000 mountains.

However, he did not go towards Nanling Town, but went in another direction.

In a small valley a hundred miles away from Nanling Town, a wisp of smoke was slowly rising.

The valley is not big, but it is very quiet. There is even a stream about three or four feet wide and deep winding out.

Deep in the valley, a fire was burning at the door of a newly built wooden house, and a copper pot was gently emitting white air.

Zhou Qiu was sitting next to him, adding fire to the fire.

Next to the stream not far away, Wa Tiehua was dealing with a pheasant.

At this moment, Wa Tiehua seemed to be like when she returned to the Wajia Village, just like an ordinary person holding a knife to tear the chicken apart.

However, in his hands, the chicken did not need to use boiling water to remove its hair. It just shook it gently in the water, and all the chicken feathers and the like fell off by themselves and flowed away with the water.

Looking at Watiehua, she came over with the chicken with a familiar look and then applied oil.

Zhou Qiu reached out and held the copper pot that had already rolled in water, looked at Wa Tiehua with a little strangeness, and said, "Elder Wa, do you still know this?"

"Yes!" Wa Tiehua's lips curled up in a rare manner and said, "When I was an ordinary person, hunting dogs could occasionally hunt some wild animals! But I haven't done it for a long time and I'm a little unfamiliar!"

"Ah..." Zhou Qiu opened his mouth, looked at Wa Tiehua, who had already roasted the chicken on the fire, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How long has Elder Wa been practicing?"

"Cultivation?" Wa Tiehua thought for a while and said seriously: "It's not easy to practice, but it's been several years since he died!"

"ah?!"

Zhou Qiu was a little stunned. What does it mean to have been dead for several years?

Could it be that a blood demon can still die over and over again? Dead again and again?

Or is there another secret method?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qiu became a little excited. This blood demon is so difficult to achieve, but one of them has emerged. Could it be that he really has to die several times and regain his life? Only then can he cultivate this kind of existence?

Looking at Zhou Qiu's strange appearance, Wa Tiehua knew that Zhou Qiu had misunderstood and laughed indifferently: "I was just an ordinary person a few years ago. I died because of some evil demons!"

"Ah?! Ah!!!"
Chapter completed!