Chapter seven hundred and ninety-six heart transplant
Among the old and young people sitting at the wine table, contemplating their drinks, the young man frowned slightly and said: "Zhuo Wen is actually a descendant of the Long family. No wonder the Qinglong Palace sent experts to encircle and suppress him."
"Is Zhuo Wen really dead?"
This young man was carrying a broadsword on his back and his eyes were shining brightly. He was actually Guo Sheng, who was ranked among the top ten in the Qinghuang Ranking. Opposite Guo Sheng was his master Ba Dao Tianzun.
"This news should be true. It is said that all the four Azure Dragon Guards in the Azure Dragon Palace, except Qing Yi, died at the hands of Zhuo Wen, and Zhuo Wen also died together because of this." Ba Dao Tianzun said calmly.
"Three of the four Azure Dragon Guards were killed? How terrifying."
Guo Sheng's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but feel shocked. He knew very well how powerful the Qinglong Guards were. The weakest among them was at the peak of the Xuanzun Realm, and the strongest was at the early stage of the Jinzun Realm. He was considered to be the high-level power of the Qinglong Branch Hall.
But three of them were killed by Zhuo Wen. This Zhuo Wen was really terrifying. Unfortunately, he died because of this.
"It seems that in two days, the position of Tianhou will fall into the hands of Huangfu Wudao!" Guo Sheng shook his head and said with some regret.
In the imperial capital, while everyone was discussing the news about Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen, the protagonist this time, was slowly falling into the aimless abyss.
A pitch-black abyss space, filled with darkness everywhere, Zhuo Wen landed slowly like a feather, his heart still empty, and blood was constantly flowing out.
Although Zhuo Wen's heart was hollowed out, his physical body was too powerful. In addition, Qing Emperor had been using his own power to keep him alive. At this moment, Zhuo Wen actually still had a breath left.
Whoosh!
A jet-black light swept over and turned into a little black dog standing on Zhuo Wen's body. At this time, Xiao Hei looked sluggish and his breath was weak.
Looking at Zhuo Wen who was gradually losing his vitality, Xiao Hei had a sad look in his eyes and sighed: "Zhuo Wen, are you going to die like this?"
Creak!
Suddenly, the demon-suppressing green coffin on Zhuo Wen's back suddenly opened, and a pair of blood pupils appeared in front of Zhuo Wen, it was the Blood Demon.
"Don't worry! This kid won't die? After his breath disappears completely, he will be reborn." The vicissitudes of the blood demon's voice sounded slowly.
"Huh? What do you mean? Didn't you see that Zhuo Wen is about to die? It would be better for you to let him die quickly, and you will be reborn as a result?"
Xiao Hei stared at the Blood Demon with unkind eyes, and his voice became extremely cold.
The blood demon's voice was still plain and weathered: "There is no need for me to lie to you. There is still a heart on my right chest, and it is a purple-black heart."
"This heart is very strange. It has extremely strong recovery power. The Qing Emperor's action just now was not to renew its life, but to prevent this heart from restoring Zhuo Wen."
Blood Demon's words immediately made Xiao Hei's eyes brighten. Qing Emperor's previous actions were very suspicious. If Qing Emperor really wanted to extend Zhuo Wen's life, he would have tried every means to restore Zhuo Wen's injuries.
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However, in Qingdi's hands, Zhuo Wen's heart injury did not recover at all, but worsened further. It turned out that Qingdi's life extension was just an excuse, and the real purpose was to prevent Zhuo Wen from recovering.
As for the heart that the blood demon mentioned, Xiao Hei naturally knew that that heart was the heart of the Netherworld King that Zhuo Wen had obtained in the Yuanqi Tower. It indeed had extremely powerful recovery power.
"Transplant this purple-black heart from his right chest to his left chest, and connect it to the source of the torn meridians. This child's recovery should be much faster." Gorefiend said calmly.
When Xiao Hei heard this, his eyes were full of joy. What the Blood Demon said was not unreasonable. He nodded. Xiao Hei glanced at the Blood Demon sideways and said: "He is indeed the king of the Blood Demon clan. He has quite a lot of experience."
"I am a blood demon, the embodiment of blood. I naturally know more about flesh and blood than you! But I can't understand your origin. I have come into contact with many dragons in ancient times, but I have never seen a dragon in your form.
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Those blood-stained pupils stared closely at Xiao Hei, with curiosity and interest in his voice.
"Haha! It's not good for you to know my identity. Then I'll leave the heart transplant to you. After all, you know better than me." Xiao Hei said ambiguously.
Seeing what Xiao Hei said, the Blood Demon stopped asking any more questions. After all, this was Xiao Hei's secret and he was not qualified to get to the bottom of it.
"Don't disturb the heart transplantation in the slightest, otherwise the success will be in vain, so you have to protect me!" Gorefiend said calmly.
"Don't worry!" Xiao Hei nodded in agreement.
Seeing that Xiao Hei agreed, the Blood Demon no longer hesitated. A stream of blood energy poured out from the demon-suppressing green coffin, and actually gathered into a slender bloody hand.
Zhuo Wen and the Blood Demon have already made an agreement. If Zhuo Wen's cultivation reaches the realm of imperial power, then the Blood Demon will be released and he will be free, so this is why the Blood Demon helps Zhuo Wen in this way.
Poof!
The bloody hand went deep into Zhuo Wen's right chest, and with one force he pushed in. The blood demon's control over the blood was almost abnormal. Although his bloody hand penetrated deep into Zhuo Wen's chest, no blood flowed out from the wound.
The bloody hand stretched out, and a thumping heart appeared in the palm of the bloody hand. Just as the blood demon said, this heart was purple-black, and it beat extremely powerfully.
At this moment, the movements of the bloody hand became very slow, and he slowly took out the purple-black heart and placed it on the left chest of Zhuo Wen, which had become empty. This process was extremely slow.
During the process of placing the heart, the Blood Demon was still controlling the numerous meridians on Zhuo Wen's left chest, accurately connecting them to the purple and black heart, so that the blood in Zhuo Wen's body could flow into the heart, thereby forming blood circulation.
This process took half an hour, which can be said to be extremely long. Finally, Zihei's heart started beating again in Zhuo Wen's left chest, and the beating rate slowly became faster.
As Zihei's heart beat faster, Zhuo Wen's originally pale face slowly turned rosy, and his complexion became much better than before.
"That purple-black heart is much stronger than Zhuo Wen's original heart. I'm afraid this son's recovery power will become extremely terrifying. Coupled with his powerful body, I'm afraid he will be an invincible Xiaoqiang."
After placing the heart, Blood Demon seemed quite satisfied, and his words seemed much more relaxed and comfortable.
Xiao Hei also saw Zhuo Wen's change at this moment, with a hint of joy in his eyes, and said to the Blood Demon: "Thank you very much this time!"
"Haha! This heart already exists in Zhuo Wen's body. Even if I don't transplant it, Zhuo Wen himself will slowly recover under the influence of this heart, but this process will become very long."
"Now that the heart is transplanted into his heart, it only speeds up his recovery ability."
After saying that, the Blood Demon's voice gradually became quieter, and finally the demon-suppressing green coffin slowly closed...
Xiao Hei nodded. What the Blood Demon said was right. Even if it does not help transplant the heart, Zhuo Wen will eventually recover slowly depending on the recovery power of the Netherworld King's heart.
It's just that what Zhuo Wen lost was his real heart, and the heart meridians were damaged, so the recovery process became extremely slow. The purple-black heart was connected to the heart meridians, which naturally greatly accelerated the recovery efficiency.
"The next thing we have to see is when Zhuo Wen can recover!" Xiao Hei murmured to himself as he looked at Zhuo Wen silently.
Time passed minute by minute, and very quickly, two days passed by in an instant, and Zhuo Wen still didn't look like he was awake at all, but his face became more and more rosy, and his breathing became much calmer.
At the same time, outside the Jinluan Hall and on the square, there were still a lot of people gathered at this moment, and everyone was staring at the suspended platform in the square.
At this moment, on the suspended platform, Huangfu Wudao stood with his hands on his shoulders like a cypress, but opposite him, there was no one.
Although the news of Zhuo Wen's death caused an uproar in the entire imperial capital, three days have passed and today, in the midst of the Tianhou battle, many people still come here to admire it.
Everyone was looking forward to Zhuo Wen's appearance to break the news of Zhuo Wen's death that had been making a lot of noise in the past few days. However, when the third pole was played that day, everyone was disappointed.
Huangfu Wudao was still standing on the suspended platform, and the opposite side of him was still empty. Zhuo Wen did not appear today.
Everyone knows that the death of Zhuo Wenwen that spread two days ago is probably true.
"It's past noon, and Zhuo Wen didn't show up as promised, so Huangfu Wudao wins this battle! Wudao, come and accept the Tianhou token!"
Qing Emperor stood on the high platform, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said loudly.
Nodding, Huangfu Wudao jumped off the suspended platform without any sloppiness. He came to Qingdi and took the Tianhou Token. At this point, the ranking battle was finally over.
"The ranking competition has ended, and the top ten candidates on the new Blue Emperor Ranking have been selected!"
As he spoke, Qingdi flicked his finger, and a huge scroll appeared in the sky. Then the scroll slowly unfolded, revealing the information inside.
The first place without exception is the eldest prince Huangfu Wudao, followed by the ranking of other geniuses, namely Zhuo Wen, Gran Lily, Qingyan, Zhu Bai, Guo Sheng, Murong Zhan, Qing Ming, Huangfu Wuji and Wudeng Monk.
In the square, most of the other people who had been born ten days ago had also arrived. Naturally, they came because they did not believe the news of Zhuo Wen's death and wanted to see if Zhuo Wen would come to fight Huangfu Wudao today.
But the result was that they were disappointed. Zhuo Wen never appeared at all. Perhaps Zhuo Wen might have died as rumored.
"What a pity! It seems that Zhuo Wen really died?" Guo Sheng frowned slightly and said unnaturally.
"Hehe! I think Zhuo Wen must be scared. You know, sometimes rumors are not credible! Maybe Zhuo Wen deliberately created news about his death, and then used this as an excuse to not come!"
A sinister voice sounded, and Huangfu Wudao crossed his arms and laughed coldly.
"Zhuo Wen is not this kind of person! And judging from the battle between Zhuo Wen and Huangfu Wudao three days ago, do you think Zhuo Wen needs to be afraid of fighting? Not everyone is like you, the second prince."
Guo Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to Huangfu Wuji. He left these words and left the square, leaving Huangfu Wuji with a gloomy face...