"Junior brother!" Seeing Wen Tianbao falling to the ground with serious injuries, Jian Chuan and Lin Yao rushed forward and helped Wen Tianbao up. Lin Yao hurriedly took out a few pills to treat the injury and put them into Wen Tianbao's mouth. Then he quickly took a piece of clothing from Jian Chuan and put it on Wen Tianbao. Just now, Wen Tianbao's whole body was ignited, but because he was not in place, he had already burned all his clothes to ashes.

After taking the pill, Wen Tianbao's pale face barely recovered a trace of blood and also recovered some strength. He ignored the greetings of Jian Chuan and others, and quickly sat cross-legged and started to practice the exercises. A trace of wood spiritual power began to moisten the wounds all over the body with the medicinal power. It was unknown how long after, Wen Tianbao finally recovered. But he felt that all his five internal organs were damaged, especially the lungs and hearts. There were two holes on it. No blood oozing out of the holes, but it emitted a wave of cold air. This cold air was extremely difficult to expel and seemed to be deeply rooted on it, and even the medicinal power and spiritual power were difficult to repair. Because of his special physique, the heart and lungs suffered such great damage, but it was not fatal. However, he now exhaled and inhaled, and even his movements seemed to have some obstacles.

Everyone had gathered in the corridor. Seeing Wen Tianbao open his eyes, Jian Chuan and Lin Yao came forward first, "Junior brother, are you getting better?"

Wen Tianbao slowly stood up. Although the surface of his chest had recovered, he still involved his internal organs while walking. A burst of pain came from the inside out. He was about to move a few more steps, but he felt his mind was blank and he was almost about to fall into trouble.

Because of the damage to the heart and the supply of blood slowly, he could only move slowly. As long as he moved a little more, he felt dizzy in his brain, which affected his spirit. The damage to the lungs made him more difficult to breathe and his spiritual power was severely hindered.

Originally, he didn't need spells and could stimulate magic smoothly, but just after he pinched the trick, he just flashed a light of light and darkness. "It seems that I can't use magic again, and it's even difficult to walk. If a big battle occurs again during this period, I'm afraid I can only rely on all my brothers." Wen Tianbao sighed.

"We might as well not escape from the sect... I'm afraid..." One of the two disciples before was obviously scared of the young man from the Jibing Sect.

"There is no regret medicine in the world, and it's all here. The fight that just happened just now is just the tip of the iceberg than the arrival of each sect. If you want to retreat in the face of the battle, are you still a man?" Lin Yao scolded with an unhappy look. The disciple's face turned red and silent under the sharp eyes of Lin Yao and everyone.

Wen Tianbao suddenly spoke, "It's just my fault that I chose the wrong place, which caused such consequences."

"It's okay, there won't be a big war. I believe we can all escape from the sect smoothly." Lin Yao said optimistically, but there was a hint of worry. Everyone saw Wen Tianbao's strength, which was much stronger than Jian Chuan. Now that the lack of such a powerful disciple is equivalent to a lot of help.

Jian Chuan thought for a long time and finally said, "We should not think too much now, just take one step at a time." After that, he walked to the dead young man of Jibing Sect, searched the young man, but found nothing. Then he simply used a magic weapon to cut the young man's eyebrows open, and a piece of silver-light flowing crystal stone appeared.

Jian Chuan raised the crystal stone and said, "I just saw that this thing is very powerful. If I comprehend it and control it, I am afraid that even the foundation-building monk will be penetrated when caught off guard."

Wen Tianbao took a look and felt that the crystal stone contained extremely strong cold power, and all the cold power seemed to condense into form. "It's true, but this thing is cold. Only monks who practice with ice cold attributes can control it to a certain level. It seems that no one among us can control it." Wen Tianbao said worriedly.

"Junior Brother Fang, we can stimulate the formation. You forgot the small ice condensation array." Jian Chuan said happily with a flash of inspiration.

"The formation can indeed transform spiritual power, but it requires huge consumption." Lin Yao said.

"There are so many of us who set up a formation together. No matter how much consumption is, we will be able to control it smoothly." A disciple stood up and said.

"After that being said, how many people really know this formation?" Lin Yao turned her eyes to the disciples, and only more than ten of these nearly thirty low-level disciples stood up.

"More than ten people should be enough, there will be no problem. Let's hurry up and practice tonight. When the sect changes tomorrow, there will be no chance to practice again." Jian Chuan said.

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Everyone divided the two groups of disciples, one group was practicing in a wide stone chamber, and the other group was taking care of Wen Tianbao on the other side.

A night passed in a blink of an eye, and a shocking explosion sounded in the stone chamber on the other side. Then everyone walked out of the happy face and came to the stone chamber where Wen Tianbao and his disciples were. Then they heard Jian Chuan's voice: "Success! We can finally stimulate the power of Han Shi! As he said that, he heard another sigh, "Oh, I originally wanted to borrow Han Shi to drive away the cold air left by Junior Brother Fang's injuries. Unfortunately, because it was inspired by the formation, it could not be controlled in a subtle way, so I could only give up."

"Even if you can't use the cold stone to expel it, it's okay. It's just a matter of time for me to recover." Wen Tianbao said. His physique is extraordinary and full of vitality. Even if the heart and abdomen are penetrated, he still beats vigorously. Every time he beats, he feels that the cold air above is reduced by a little, and the holes are slowly repairing themselves. This physique can no longer be described as extraordinary and can be called magical.

Just as everyone was waiting in the cave, the sect was also undergoing a drastic change.

In just one night, another main hall was built like a magical skill. However, the material of this main hall was not as good as before, and the interior furnishings were simple and simple. There were many low-level disciples gathered in the temple outside the main hall, including outer doors and inner doors, standing neatly in two rows. There were some surviving front hall masters in front of them. However, there were only more than 20 disciples in the past, sandwiched among the disciples. The former head of Baicaotang, the old man whose life span was almost exhausted, seemed to have agreed.

Most of the hall masters, as well as some high-level disciples, and true disciples gathered in the hall. The positions of the law enforcement hall master and the human affairs hall master were empty. When the time came, the two hall masters and some disciples were still missing. Elder He and the head of the upper seat were all angry. The head of the sect even slapped the table and stood up, swept over everyone, and asked: "Have you seen the two hall masters? There are also a group of inner disciples, as well as Chu Xiao, Long Ziyan, Luo Wenlan... these true disciples?"

Everyone present looked at each other, some dared not speak out, while others were loyal and angry.

At this moment, a disciple in black clothes hurriedly came from outside the gate, as if he was the special force of the sect. He was sweating heavily and covered in scars on his body, and he kept reporting: "No! The two palace masters and their disciples are now forcibly breaking through the formation gate in the west. Many of our powerful disciples have died at the hands of the two palace masters."

"What! They are so bold that they rebel directly!" The head of the sect was furious and was about to come forward in person. At this time, Elder He stood up and said, "I will solve this matter with my own hands. Master, you should take good care of the sect. Your cultivation is not enough to fight against them."

At this critical moment, Elder He couldn't help it. A murderous intent flashed across his originally indifferent and kind eyebrows. Then, he saw his body floating up and running towards the formation gate to the west. The head of the sect sat up again, glanced sharply over everyone, and snorted coldly: "I hope you don't learn from those two rebellious people. If you find that you have any intentions and want to disobey our sect's orders and try to subvert our sect, then it will be a dead end and no one can save you!"

"Yes, it's all up to obey the commander's instructions!" The other hall masters, high-level inner disciples, and true disciples were all trembling.

"Okay! Let's go out first and check on other disciples." The head of the sect Youran stood up, with a majesty over all living beings, and with the panic, he strode out of the hall and came to the temple in a blink of an eye.

The temple has been abandoned for a long time. It was originally intended to hold a sect competition, but due to successive changes, it was already dead in the womb. At this time, the temple was filled with dead leaves in late autumn, and the disciples were either silent or lamenting, full of bleakness.

"The head is here!" The surviving lords came forward one after another, but the old man from Baicaotang was calm and seemed to be ready. The head ignored it. With his spiritual sense, he counted the disciples present and couldn't help but frowned: "Why are there so many people missing? Who is responsible?"

A former master was obviously quick to do, and almost all his disciples came. He raised his chest and said charmingly: "Report to the head, I have already counted it here, and only a few disciples are missing. As for the others..."

The head of the sect just nodded, without rewarding or continuing to inquire. Although there were fewer disciples, he was not able to suppress the rest of the other front hall masters now. Staying there was a great help, and killing rashly would cause bad responses.

The head of the sect stood on the high platform, waved his hand and said loudly: "You group of disciples can resist the temptation and keep their sincerity towards the sect. It's great! I'm determined to reward everyone!" Some disciples who were originally depressed suddenly had a light flash in their eyes, as if they had some motivation again.

The head waved his hand again, swept a little over a table on the stage, and then laid many medicine bottles.
Chapter completed!