Those Jianmen disciples knelt down in front of Chu Fengmian, raised their heads, and looked at the blood mist in Chu Fengmian's hand.
With their eyesight, they could all see that the blood mist in Chu Fengmian's palm was definitely something extraordinary.
"go."
Chu Fengmian muttered silently, and from this mass of blood mist, dozens of drops of blood essence separated, flew towards the Jianmen disciples, and suddenly merged into the bodies of the Jianmen disciples in front of them.
Many of these Sword Sect disciples have been severely beaten by the Misty Palace, and even suffered some injuries that have already cost them their vitality and affected their longevity. Some disciples who were only dozens of years old,
Now he looks like a gray-haired old man.
This is the effect of excessive consumption of vitality.
And the surging vitality contained in Chu Fengmian's blood mist can just make up for their lost vitality.
As the drops of essence and blood were integrated into the bodies of these Jianmen disciples, many of the already gray-haired Jianmen disciples suddenly changed their vitality and turned into the faces of young people.
Chu Fengmian only consumed a small part of this blood mist to make up for the lost vitality of these Sword Sect disciples.
"Thank you, ancestor."
Seeing the changes on their bodies, the Jianmen disciples all had extremely happy expressions on their faces. They felt that their physical condition seemed to be better than before they were captured by the Misty Palace.
After noticing all this, the Jianmen disciples hurriedly thanked him.
They also know how difficult it is to restore the vitality they have consumed.
Extending life is the most difficult thing among warriors, especially extending the life of others. Only those who have reached the pinnacle of alchemy can have such ability. Only the master of a sect can ask people to extend their life.
The existence of the world is simply a luxury for ordinary disciples like them.
Chu Fengmian actually did this for them, which completely dispelled many Jianmen disciples' doubts about the identity of Chu Fengmian, the "ancestor".
If he was not the ancestor of Jianmen, how could he be willing to pay such a high price to restore their life?
Chu Fengmian saw the eyes of those Jianmen disciples and smiled casually. He had Jianmu, which could condense the fruit of life and obtain a large amount of essence of vitality. He could indeed restore life to others in this way.
Of course, this is why Chu Fengmian chose to do this because he took a fancy to the loyalty of these Jianmen disciples to Jianmen.
"You guys should step back first."
Chu Fengmian waved his hand.
Ling Zheng and Ling Jia hurriedly stood up and left with the other Jianmen disciples.
This valley is big enough, and the Jianmen disciples also opened some caves on the other side of the valley to use as caves to restore their strength and recover from their injuries.
After all, they had been imprisoned in the Misty Palace for so long and suffered so much. Even if Chu Fengmian restored their vitality now, they would still need some time to recover from their injuries.
Watching the other Jianmen disciples leave, several figures not far away walked towards Chu Fengmian after talking for a while.
These figures are the elders of Jianmen, Ling Qian, the leader of Jianmen, and Mo Hong, the ancestor of Jianmen, and others.
Other Jianmen disciples believe in the existence of the "ancestor" Chu Fengmian, but as for the elders of Jianmen and the leader Ling Qian, they know that there has never been such a so-called "ancestor" in Jianmen. Ancestor.
The real founder of Jianmen is none other than Mo Hong, he is the oldest ancestor.
They couldn't figure out where this so-called ancestor came from.
In particular, Chu Fengmian still has a notorious reputation as the One-Finger Demon Lord. They have also heard of this name in Jiuhuatian. It is said that this is a peerless demon who kills without blinking an eye.
Being rescued by a demon inexplicably, these Jianmen elders were also full of doubts.
With doubts, these people hesitated and talked for a while, but Mo Hong walked over to Chu Fengmian.
Mo Hong walked over, walking with difficulty. As the ancestor of Jianmen, he had been tortured the most. If the Piaomiao Palace hadn't been unwilling to let him die and kept hanging his life with elixirs, Mo Hong would have been killed by now. He died under the torture of Piaomiao Shrine.
Looking at Mo Hong, Chu Fengmian also hurriedly moved his mind. A ball of blood mist separated from his palm and enveloped Mo Hong's side.
"Let's recover from our injuries first."
Chu Fengmian said, and at the same time distributed a few balls of blood mist to several other elders of Jianmen.
Mo Hong hesitated for a moment, but quickly swallowed up the blood mist. Chu Fengmian wanted to harm them, so he didn't need to take risks to rescue them from the Misty Palace.
Soon, as the huge vitality in the blood mist merged into Mo Hong's body, his broken body was repaired bit by bit, and he looked younger and younger.
Only half an hour.
The Mo Hong in front of him changed from a grey-haired old man walking slowly to a young man in his early twenties.
This is Mo Hong's real appearance, and this is also the appearance in Chu Fengmian's memory.
Although Mo Hong is over 10,000 years old, he is still an extremely young age for an Immortal Lord. His gray-haired appearance is only due to countless tortures from the Piaomiao Shrine, which has led to his aging to that point. .
Now Chu Fengmian's blood mist has restored all Mo Hong's lost vitality.
"This this."
Looking at his own changes, Mo Hong was a little in disbelief.
The other Jianmen disciples also looked brand new, their auras had become much more stable, and their injuries had also recovered.
"Thank you, senior..."
Mo Hong just wanted to salute, but was helped up by Chu Fengmian.
"Eighth Senior Brother, you don't have to be like this."
Chu Fengmian said with emotion.
"I never thought that after ten thousand years, I would one day meet my eighth senior brother."
"Eighth senior brother?"
Hearing Chu Fengmian's name for Mo Hong, the other Jianmen elders were stunned and seemed not to understand at all.
Only Mo Hong's expression suddenly changed. He stared at Chu Fengmian for a long time before he said tentatively.
"You, you are?"
"Under Tianjue Peak, that young man practicing swordsmanship."
Chu Fengmian said calmly.
Tianjue Peak is where the Kendo Sect once stood.
In Chu Fengmian's previous life, he had a Nine Jue body and was unable to practice, so he concentrated on practicing swordsmanship under Tianjue Peak. Many disciples of the master of swordsmanship had taught him.
"Jian Bai, junior brother?"
Mo Hong's voice was trembling, as if he couldn't believe it all.
"it's me."
Chu Fengmian looked at Mo Hong with a smile on his face. It was indeed a matter of great joy for Chu Fengmian to be able to see his fellow disciples after ten thousand years.
