Yuan Futu looked solemn and said: "Please give me some time."
"Half a stick of incense." Qin Chuan's voice was extremely cold.
"Thank you." Yuan Futu nodded slightly, then turned around and walked to the gathered Sword Sect disciples. Seeing that most of them were seriously injured and covered in blood, he felt extremely heavy in his heart.
Xiao Nan swallowed the pill and regained his consciousness, but he was still supported by two disciples and said hoarsely: "I didn't expect that the Jian Sect fell into death twice, but was saved by the Lord of the Demon Sect..."
Speaking of which, the Tianmo Sect has been dubbed the leader of evil spirits since ancient times and has always had a bad reputation. However, the Tianxuan Sword Sect is a standard sect that is well-known and upright, but now it has been branded with the mark of the devil.
As long as Jian Zong can survive, let alone being branded with a demonic seal, Yuan Futu can use all means to achieve this, saying: "That's good, at least other sects will not do anything detrimental to Jian Zong in the short term.
But as a condition, I need to go to Tianmo Sect."
"Brother Futu, I have heard that there is a place where millions of demon soldiers gather. It is extremely dangerous. If you go there, I'm afraid..." Xiaodouzi blurted out.
Yuan Futu waved his hand, "Don't worry, with Qin Chuan's strength, if you want to kill me, it will be easier than squeezing an ant to death. I will be fine... What are the casualties of the Sword Sect this time?"
Gongyang Jue sighed and said: "Seven lightsaber masters died, and countless inner disciples of the three major sword houses."
This level of casualties is probably the first time in the history of the Sword Sect.
Yuan Futu said solemnly: "Anyway, if we finally defend this place, we can save the lives of the outer disciples in the back mountain, and we can train new inner disciples from them as soon as possible. I'm just worried about your injuries."
"Our old bones can still hold on, but the most seriously injured one is Elder Nangong." As he spoke, his eyes turned to Nangong Qiushui, who was still on Xiaodouzi's back.
There was no color on Nangong Qiushui's face, and she said feebly: "I'm... fine, don't worry about me. Although the injury is serious, it can still be recovered, but you..."
Yuan Futu's chest was pierced by a sword, and his soul was extinguished. He has now reached his limit, and said: "I still have value, Qin Chuan will not let me die easily, so the rest of the matter will be left to you.
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"You...you must come back." Xiao Nan gritted his teeth and said with difficulty.
After this battle, Yuan Futu's status as the leader of the Tianxuan Sword Sect became even more entrenched, and no one had any doubts about it because of his realm.
Yuan Futu nodded deeply and turned back to Qin Chuan.
Qin Rongxian took out a red-gold elixir from his storage bag and said, "You should eat it first, so that you can recover your physical injuries first."
"This is this?" Yuan Futu held the red gold elixir in his hand and felt it was soft to the touch, like moist clay. He smelled a faint aroma in his nose. Once it entered his body, it turned into warm currents, making him feel uncomfortable.
My spirits were lifted.
Qin Chuan said displeasedly: "This is the 'Red Blood Pill', which is a fifth-grade body-refining pill. Why haven't you, girl, been so generous before?"
He immediately took out the fifth-grade elixir, which surprised Yuan Futu.
Qin Rongxian stuck out his tongue, ignored Qin Chuan, and said, "Eat quickly."
Yuan Futu put this soft-touch elixir between his lips and teeth. Before he had time to chew it, he felt that it had turned into a small cup of alcohol in his body. It spread instantly and spread to all his limbs and bones, covering all parts of his body.
Acupoints, meridians.
Immediately, Yuan Futu felt as if he was in an alchemy furnace, being burned alive, and puffs of red-gold mist spurted out from 48,000 pores, lingering around him.
In a moment, Yuan Futu felt that his blood was boiling all over his body, and there seemed to be endless power in his skin and flesh. Although it was not as powerful as the Demon Power Tempered Body, the effect was miraculous, and he could see the sword marks that had penetrated his chest.
He recovered at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood were sewn together, leaving only a scab scar. It is estimated that the scar will disappear in a short time.
Yuan Futu exhaled a long breath, feeling as if he had been reborn, and said: "What a powerful elixir. Although it is only a fifth-grade elixir, its effect is even more powerful than some sixth-grade elixirs!"
Qin Chuan said coldly: "The Heavenly Demon Sect focuses on tempering the body with demonic energy, and the elixirs used to refine the body are naturally the best in the world."
"Thank you so much, Miss Rongxian." Yuan Futu looked at Rongxian with his clear eyes, but she suddenly felt a little shy and murmured: "It's just a fifth-grade elixir...it's nothing."
There are a few more black lines on Qin Chuan's forehead. You must know that this sentence is nothing. You don't know how many precious materials and how much energy of the alchemist will be consumed.
However, the first-generation sect master understood deep in his heart that although he did not know what happened in the chaotic world back then, after bringing Rongxian back to the sect, this girl who had not yet understood the world secretly had a feeling for her. Perhaps even Rongxian
I don't understand this feeling either, I just often clamor to leave the sect, and even want to sneak away a few times, just because I want to come back here and see this kid again.
In his eyes, Yuan Futu is much more complicated than he imagined. He is so complicated that he cannot let Rong Xian get too close to him, otherwise he will face unpredictable disasters sooner or later in the future. After all, as the master of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure,
, this is the source of war, whether it is the previous civil war between the Sword Sect or the current encirclement of the three sects.
"let's go."
Qin Chuan turned around and stepped into the void step by step, as if stepping on invisible steps.
Qin Rongxian took Yuan Futu's arm and said with a smile, "When you get there, no one will dare to trouble you again."
Yuan Futu nodded slightly, and the two of them walked up side by side, following closely behind.
At this moment, all the disciples of the Sword Sect knelt on one knee and said in unison: "Congratulations to the sect leader!"
Yuan Futu turned around and looked at those familiar faces with a complicated expression. He had mixed feelings in his heart, and suddenly felt that his sense of mission as the leader of a sect became stronger and stronger.
Qinchuan stood in the clouds. The gray clouds and mist had not completely dispersed, and there was a bit of coldness in the clouds.
"Are we going to take the Space Spirit Treasure?" Yuan Futu asked.
"No need."
Qin Chuan stretched out his hands and grabbed Yuan Futu and Rong Xian respectively. He leaned forward slightly and arched his back, like a cheetah ready to attack.
With a step of his right foot, the three people disappeared into the vast mist in an instant. However, a huge gap appeared out of thin air where they originally stood, and the traces of evil energy had not yet dissipated.