In the wilderness, as Buddha murmured, a ruby-like elixir was stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth.
A huge amount of blood energy suddenly enveloped his body, and countless whispers whispered in his ears, followed by bursts of life-threatening screams.
But in the sutras recited by the Buddha, these whispers finally disappeared, leaving only the huge qi and blood in the body that continued to flow.
As the body recovers, one after another Taiqing Zhenjutsu continues to fall.
After every thirty rounds of surgery, a piece of fruit was stuffed into Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, accompanied by the Buddha's murmur.
"Sumi fruit can quickly replenish mana, but no more than three can be consumed daily!"
"This fruit is slightly less effective for me, but I didn't expect it to be able to fully replenish your mana!"
"I don't despise your poor cultivation!"
"I'm just telling the truth!"
From time to time, the Buddha's difficult-to-standard words came from Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, and from time to time, Zhang Xuezhou responded lazily.
"I really, really want to learn something from your sect!"
He stretched out his hand to perform the surgery.
But he had to guard against such an accident, after all, he couldn't make fun of his own life.
"You have to do your best!"
This made Buddha somewhat regretful.
But today, Zhang Xuezhou also began to find that Taiqing Zhenshu has gradually failed to keep up with the pace of his pursuit.
"Where did you learn from a teacher?"
"In the Cold Pond of the Holy Land of Evil Luo Chuan, you can go there and learn a scale and a half claw!"
"There is a stone cave ten miles to the west. It is covered by water and grass. It cannot be seen from the sky and is difficult to search on the ground. We can take refuge there temporarily," Buddha said.
The state of Buddha's body being seriously injured may correspond to the possible consequences of fighting between great practitioners.
Everywhere is filled with dilapidation, destruction, and death...
He couldn't help but play the sympathy card several times, seeking to force Zhang Xuezhou to control his body and perform several spells even after he fell asleep, so as to prevent his physical injuries from worsening during the night.
This is Zhang Xuezhou's most useful technique at present, and he can use it from time to time.
In order to heal and recover his body, he could only temporarily borrow the techniques released by Zhang Xuezhou.
The same is true in Western religions. No one and no one will remember these dead Dharma protector monks.
"I'm willing to pay for it!" Buddha said.
"It's a pity that I can't go back!"
Zhang Xuezhou's response made Fozi fall into silence.
"five!"
The third-level Taiqing Zhenjutsu obviously cannot restore the Buddha's body.
Fozi picked up his body and looked around with a frown.
Everyone was cheering for the general's victory, but no one remembered the name of the sergeant who lost his life.
"What a coincidence, I also know that there are several places where such great medicines are available," Zhang Xuezhou said equally sincerely.
This leaves Zhang Xuezhou with no choice but to exchange quantitative accumulation for qualitative change.
He can now move freely and think carefully about what he needs.
"Because we used to live in the cave over there."
"three!"
"I am very dedicated and try my best," Zhang Xuezhou said, "but I have a problem with sleeping. I have to sleep when the time comes, and I can't get up at night to give you repair surgery to prevent the injury from getting worse."
However, all of the Buddhist monks who protected him were dead, and he had not yet achieved success. His cultivation level was bound to decline, and it was even possible that he would still be unable to withstand the possibility of death.
"zero!"
As long as Zhang Xuezhou's body is broken to this extent, even if he is still breathing, Zhang Xuezhou cannot rely on Taiqing Zhenshu to save his life.
At the beginning of the establishment of the Western Sect, there was a shortage of manpower. In order to build momentum, the two leaders captured many big demons to replenish their numbers.
For him who was seriously injured, he was also a burden at the moment.
Thinking that he was now in the Yuezhi Kingdom, who knew how far away from the Han Kingdom, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to stop thinking.
When he came back to his senses, Zhang Xuezhou's active consciousness could still be felt in this body.
"But if you come from that kind of place, what is your cultivation level..."
The night time came slowly in the normal waiting. Fozi felt that Zhang Xuezhou was still very energetic in his thinking, and it was difficult to believe that the other party would suddenly fall asleep.
Obviously, the most important issue for him right now is survival.
Among the many holy places, the Holy Land of Evil River, which houses monsters, almost curses Western religion with its nose.
"You will definitely need to strengthen your spiritual consciousness when you step into the fourth realm. It just so happens that I know a few places that have powerful medicines that can strengthen your spiritual consciousness. After all, I also have needs. We can go together," Buddha said sincerely.
"Don't worry, you will be paid!"
Buddha stood up, feeling a little confused.
"There is no place in this world that we Westerners cannot go to!"
There is no opportunity mentioned by the leader.
"Is what you said true?" Buddha asked doubtfully.
"I'm just a burden and I'm used to being thrown away!"
On the way, the Buddha sought to confirm relevant matters.
Zhang Xuezhou sighed.
His cultivation has never improved, and his magical powers have never eliminated hidden dangers.
He staggered, holding his body and walking away, leaving the temple where he had lived for three years.
As a bird occupying a dove's nest, before he could feel the complete harmony between his consciousness and his body, Fozi immediately felt the arrival of a destructive consciousness.
Zhang Xuezhou reminded him, and Buddha immediately felt terrible and had to start telling Zhang Xuezhou that he needed to take good care of his physical body.
The most seriously injured part of Buddha's body has received temporary treatment, and he is temporarily alive. The most important thing now is to find a place to stay, and then to other controversial places.
"Yes, it's necessary," Zhang Xuezhou responded: "I lay under your temple bed and slept all night last night!"
"Do you know of such a secret place?"
Many things turn out differently than imagined.
Like a defeated general, he eventually became a failed Buddhist disciple.
Buddhist disciples can only be thankful that they are not in the Western religion at this time, otherwise they would have attracted a lot of attention, and would even have been ridiculed and attacked, and would eventually have been removed from the ranks of Buddhist disciples.
"Do you think the demonic power in my body is something that I grew out of nowhere?" Zhang Xuezhou replied.
However, although Zhang Xuezhou was extremely proficient in casting spells, the water standards of his spells were a bit poor, and the opponent's cultivation was limited, making it difficult to recover the Buddha's body in a short time.
Buddhists can receive courtesy in many places, but this does not include the demon clan's territory such as the Evil River Holy Land.
Zhang Xuezhou gave some advice, and then gave up the use of Taiqing Zhenshu, letting Fozi control his body to carry the severely injured body.
Buddha has a great medicine to restore Qi and blood, and a great medicine to restore mana, but Buddha has no ability to restore his nearly torn body.
This made the Buddha feel a little sympathetic.
"Four!"
"This is not a matter of reward, but I really can't do it." Zhang Xuezhou spread his hands and said: "And we have to find a safe place to stay as soon as possible to avoid being searched."
"It's not a taboo, but you can't go there!" Zhang Xuezhou refused.
He and Zhang Xuezhou cherish each other because they share the same disease.
It was getting closer and closer to the hour when Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he would definitely fall asleep. Fuzi was also counting down the time while feeling Zhang Xuezhou's consciousness.
The remains of corpses, the embers of the temple, the lack of the owner's magic weapon, and the eighteen dragon subduing stakes that are difficult to recover.
One general's achievements are worth thousands of bones, and the achievements of generals are piled up with the lives of soldiers.
"Do you really have to go to bed when the time comes at night?"
After much talk and additional remuneration, Zhang Xuezhou reluctantly agreed.
…
Whether it was the pursuing soldiers or Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he would inevitably fall asleep at night and could not cure the problem, this was a test of life and death for him.
"Is it so taboo in your school?" Buddha asked.
As the numbers in his mind were counted, the Buddha's eyes only felt dark.
"It's almost close. It's not a big deal. Besides, if my cultivation level is poor, I'm still alive at least. You may not be able to survive if your cultivation level is high!"
Compared with asking Zhang Xuezhou before, but now the Buddha has learned how to negotiate.
"Next, it's time for me to keep vigil for myself!"
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"No wonder your senior brother didn't take you with him when he ran away," Fozi said.
That kind of destruction was like the core on his forehead.
The difference is that his nuclear-derived magical power is aimed at destroying the physical body, whether it is aimed at the enemy or himself.
But at the moment, this kind of destruction that has never given birth to supernatural powers is aimed at spiritual consciousness, and it only exists within Zhang Xuezhou's body.
The feeling of danger of being erased came to his mind. Fozi couldn't help the fear in his heart, and quickly relied on the pull of his physical body to force his spiritual consciousness back.