Time goes back to when Chen Ji left the narrow escape situation.
Finally seeing Chen Ji disappearing into the realm of narrow escape, Weng Baiyu said cautiously with a nervous heart: "Master, when will we set off?"
Before he finished speaking, Weng Baiyu could see with the naked eye that Chen Xuan's originally smiling eyes were suddenly full of ferocity, and his face was also filled with gloom.
The wind suddenly rose, and Chen Xuan's clothes instantly seemed to explode. The hall was filled with endless anger. Before Weng Baiyu could react, he saw Chen Xuan's light and shadow flying outward.
Weng Baiyu is miserable, what the hell is going on? Why is he still so angry?
On the edge of the border after a narrow escape, Qi Le fell from the sky.
The little spiritual power he had left could no longer allow him to fly with his sword.
Qi Le's white clothes were covered in blood, and his injuries were terrifying. His long, white jade fingers were covered with wounds of all sizes.
But he still holds the clan's handed down token in his hand.
"fun!
"
"Go quickly!
"
Qi Sheng, the leader of the Lingxian Sect, had blood coming out of his mouth, and he used his last strength to shout to Qi Le.
"Go to the realm of narrow escape, find a generation of ancestors, and come back to save us!
"
After saying this, a stream of blood gushes out of his mouth, lifeless.
Qi Le burst into tears. He took the blood-stained token from his father, overcame many difficulties, killed thousands of demon species, and finally dragged his broken body to the border of the narrow escape.
"Help..."
"Ancestor of the generation!
Are you really alive?!
"
"Why...we are all going to die..." He said intermittently without knowing anything, and suddenly he vomited out a mouthful of hot blood and fainted.
When Chen Xuan arrived, he happened to hear these words and felt his heart tremble.
Quickly taking Qi Le to the back hall of the Nine-death Realm, Chen Xuan inspected Qi Le and looked at the injuries on his body and roared in a low voice: "Who is it?!
How dare you treat my descendants like this!
"
After saying this, he didn't dare to think any more, because Qi Le had already reached the point where his life was hanging by a thread.
The internal organs in the body were beaten to pieces and were still filled with toxins.
The Dantian has been destroyed and spiritual consciousness is being lost bit by bit.
While I was hurriedly searching for medicines in the storage ring, the familiar voice rang again.
[Current mission: Save descendant Qi Le]
"I'm so stupid!
"Chen Xuan cursed loudly, "I know it without you having to tell me!
"
Weng Baiyu stood behind Chen Xuan in fear and wanted to ask who Chen Xuan was talking to, but he did not dare to ask in the face of the furious Chen Xuan.
If he is implicated and is killed with a snap of his fingers, it will really outweigh the gain.
Watching Chen Xuan cast a spell to extend Qi Le's life honestly, Weng Baiyu suddenly caught a glimpse of Qi Le's wound.
"Owner!
"He pointed at Qi Le and exclaimed tremblingly.
Chen Xuan's handsome eyebrows frowned deeper at his shout. He looked back at him and said word by word: "You'd better have something important to do, otherwise I will definitely let you disappear from this world forever."
Weng Baiyu swallowed his saliva and did not dare to say more, saying: "Master, this injury was caused by the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm!
"
"how do you know?"
"Master, the wounds on this little master are exactly the same as the wounds on the Demon Realm's Realm Lord!
"
Turning around suddenly, Chen Xuan looked at the injuries on Qi Le's body.
He was so anxious that he didn't look carefully, but now he saw that the bloody wound was filled with black energy!
Chen Xuan pursed his lips. Initially, he didn't pay much attention to this matter. Later, he thought that if there was a descendant of his own in the Demon Realm, he was going to take a look.
Unexpectedly...this demon king is so rampant that he has already attacked his descendants, and he has done so to death.
If he had felt the call of the Xuantian Order in time, if he had not felt the strong bloody aura on the Xuantian Order, if he had been a second later, Qi Le would probably have been unable to recover.
Just now, Chen Xuan used his own cultivation to forcibly renew Qi Le's life. He managed to save his life, but his injuries did not improve at all.
Taking out a cup of heaven and earth agar from the storage ring, Chen Xuan used his magic power to feed Qi Le.
The injury gradually began to improve, but the speed was very slow, and the poisonous gas in the body was still not gone.
After thinking for a while, Chen Xuan took out another cup of Jingshen tea from the storage ring.
"Jing...Jingshen Tea?!
"Even though Weng Baiyu had seen so many rare treasures from Chen Xuan, he couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this cup of Jingshen tea.
Sensing Chen Xuan's impatience, he immediately shut his mouth.
This tea is made from the sacred tree planted by Emperor Nuwa in ancient times. One cup of spiritual energy can be worth three cups of heaven and earth agar.
Although spiritual power is sufficient, drinking it will not make your cultivation stronger. Jingshen tea is the top treasure for repair. After drinking it, as long as the person does not die, even the most serious injury will be healed.
Unlike other treasures, some people have owned them, but Jingshen Tea is something that is only recorded in books and has never been obtained by anyone.
Weng Baiyu used to think that this was just a legend, or that it might have been extinct long ago, but today he actually saw it here at Chen Xuan.
The admiration for Chen Xuan in my heart grew even more.
Although the sacred tree is now Chen Xuan's possession, it is too troublesome to make tea, and Chen Xuan doesn't like drinking tea, so there are only a few cups in the storage ring.
If it hadn't been given to Qi Le today, I'm afraid these cups would have been kept in the storage ring forever and never seen the light of day.
After feeding Qile the Jingshen Tea, Chen Xuan injected some cultivation into him.
The injury to his spiritual consciousness caused Qi Le to lose almost half of his cultivation. Chen Xuan was worried that he would not be able to recover from the injury.
After taking some Jingshen tea, Qi Le's injuries improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But his injury was too serious. Chen Xuan watched over him for three quarters of an hour before Qi Le slowly woke up.
The wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Owner!
"Weng Baiyu pointed at Qi Le and exclaimed in a low voice, "My little master is about to wake up."
When he raised his eyes, Qi Le had already opened his eyes.
Then he sat up suddenly and exclaimed: "Father!
"
The expected pain did not come. Qi Le touched his body in disbelief, feeling like it was a dream.
The clothes were still stained with blood, which made Qi Le even more sure that this was a dream.
"how do you feel?"
Chen Xuan's voice came without warning. Qi Le didn't notice the person sitting behind him and was startled.
Standing up from the bed, Qi Le transformed into his own sword and glared at Chen Xuan.
"Who are you?!
He looked around and asked, "Where is this place?"