At this moment, on the dragon couch in the palace, Wang Jian struggled to sit up cross-legged.
The wounds and muscles strained by his movements made him tremble a little.
It took a long time to finish this simple and easy action.
He also began to silently run the perfect version of the "Tai Xuan Jing", and the martial arts golden elixir, which was full of cracks, also began to breathe out the true energy.
This discovery made him relieved. Sure enough, even if he was seriously injured, his martial arts instinct would not be affected.
Although Jin Dan was seriously injured, the cracks were even more dense.
But its inner core has not been seriously damaged. Even if the golden elixir's appearance is completely broken, as long as the core is still there, there will be no problem.
The worst thing is to spend some time slowly recovering and accumulating again.
The golden elixir of martial arts is like this, and the soul of martial arts is also like this.
Not giving up, he briefly checked the repair points needed by the system, then closed the page directly, not daring to hope any more.
With those points, it would be better to redeem all the women in the Sui Palace, and it would even be cheaper.
Silently run the "Tai Xuan Sutra", and as soon as the true energy circulates in the body, you will feel a cool smell flowing throughout the body.
The body felt as if it had been exposed to nectar after a long drought, and it immediately began to swallow it up.
But some meridians have been damaged or even severed, which is very serious.
When the Qi circulates, it will bring more intense pain to the body.
This kind of contradictory conflict made him feel like he was caught between fire and ice, and beads of cold sweat as big as soybeans quickly soaked the dragon bed.
Some of the blood stains on it were also melted and spread around.
He did not stop, but continued to run the "Tai Xuan Jing".
A week later, "Tai Xuan Jing" even tried to stimulate the power of the martial arts soul.
As soon as this movement occurred, he felt that the world was spinning, and the sea of consciousness was shaking violently, making him unable to help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
His pale complexion was as if transparent, and even the muscles and blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.
Wang Jian suppressed the feeling of being dizzy, tried hard to suppress it, and kept cheering himself up.
The Chaos Bell held by Yuanshen's right hand is also buzzing continuously, suppressing the sea of consciousness, and even spreading to this body.
Even the prototype of the Chaos Clock hanging above his head made an inaudible buzzing sound, which stabilized the injury.
Only then could Wang Jian focus all his attention on healing and continue to run the "Tai Xuan Jing".
After each week, the injuries all over the body have become more stable, and when I perform the exercises again, the pain is not that severe.
His body that was constantly shaking gradually calmed down and became much more stable.
Feeling that the injury was gradually stabilizing and even starting to recover slowly, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to be distracted.
Now, he has deeply realized the consequences of being severely traumatized.
The control over the body has been weakened, and endurance and so on have been seriously affected.
Otherwise, even if the sea of consciousness is shaken, it will not make him almost faint.
He can only guess where the damage to his soul will be, and he doesn't know how to repair it.
But now he doesn't dare to think about these issues. It didn't matter if he could be distracted several times before.
But now, once distracted, the efficiency on the other side will decrease, and the impact is really too great.
He knew that he couldn't rush now and could only rely on time to slowly heal all the injuries.
Especially for the mind, I have no clue now. The system's medical treatment is too expensive, and letting the system help will definitely miss a lesson, so the best way seems to be the art of harmony between man and nature.
Time passed by, and the women outside the room also ended their conversation.
I quietly came to the door several times and saw that Wang Jian was sitting cross-legged safely, the aura on his body was gradually becoming more stable, and the murderous intention and aura he had inadvertently released was also restraining, so he felt a lot more relieved.
When late at night fell, Wang Jian opened his eyes and was about to get up, but the injuries to his bones and organs were affected, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"You, your injuries are so serious, why are you holding on in front of us?"
Gwen and Tsunade, who were waiting quietly at the door, came out of the laboratory underground of the palace and heard the descriptions of the girls. They have been waiting at the door.
Seeing that he had stopped practicing, he immediately came over.
Tsunade rolled her eyes at him angrily and was about to use medical ninjutsu.
"No, these injuries are very serious, but I can treat them. I am not taking action now. I just want to use these injuries to further temper and consolidate the foundation."
Tsunade listened and said speechlessly: "Severe injuries can be considered training? Are you overestimating yourself?"
"Martial arts are not ninjutsu. Although they both pursue strength and longevity, there is a big difference. Now I feel that after being injured, I get a lot of benefits."
When Wang Jian said this, he didn't know where the wound was, and he couldn't help grinning.
When Gwen saw it, she said angrily: "Just keep showing off!"
The two women supported him and walked out of the palace, standing in the small courtyard.
Next to it is the main hall, where the living room is located, and it is already quiet at the moment.
Seeing Wang Jian's eyes on the quiet living room, Tsunade quickly explained: "They were all here before, but we took turns."
Wang Jian shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not that stingy. It's just an injury. It happened often before. There's no need to guard him like he's dying."
He really didn't think so, and even wished that Tsunade and Gwen would go back to rest.
It will be quieter and more casual this way. There is no need to endure a lot of severe pain like now.
He understood that these pains were nothing in the past.
Unfortunately, my soul was traumatized, my willpower was severely damaged, and my endurance was greatly reduced.
Otherwise, even if it exceeds the limit of physical endurance, he is confident that he can resist, and even use this to strengthen his willpower.
Moving forward, I finally arrived at the living room.
Wang Jian sat on the sofa, took out the bone soup from the storage space, drank a few big gulps, felt the warmth in his body, and then let out a breath of turbid air.
"This time, it's really sad."
Gwen looked at him faintly, with a hint of pride and admiration between her eyebrows: "That's right, I actually met your mythical Tathagata Buddha, and you are able to come back alive. You should be lucky."
If she had never learned martial arts before, she might not have understood the Eastern power system and misjudged her strength.
But it was different now. As she was about to enter the realm of a master, she naturally understood how terrifying the legendary immortal Buddha was, let alone the Tathagata Buddha.
"That's just a Dharma image, maybe even just a projection. You're lucky to be able to come back alive."
Wang Jian swallowed a piece of green dragon meat and smiled bitterly.
This time I entered the world of "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons" and gained so much.
But the biggest gain is that in the final battle, I understood the gap between my own strength and the real strong.
Although a huge price has been paid for this, freedom of movement may become a luxury in a short period of time.
But he feels that this has greater benefits, at least he is satisfied with it. (To be continued)