Zheng Er chased Ye Zhen, and in an instant both of them disappeared from Li Xuangang's sight.
In fact, more accurately, it should be three, because it also includes the unconscious Zhengda.
Zheng Da was protected by Zong Er in his claws. His consciousness was weak and his energy was like a gossamer. Fortunately, through telepathy, it was confirmed that his life was not in danger.
After this was confirmed, Li Xuangang felt a little relieved.
The incident happened suddenly, and he was extremely reluctant to let Ye Zhen escape, so he ordered Zhan Er to chase him immediately.
"This sword cultivator from Dongxuan Sect has been seriously injured. Although the sword and shield technique he performed just now is fast, it should not be faster than Zhan Er...Zhang Da is protected by it for the time being, so he should be fine.
.....I just don’t know when I can return..."
With these thoughts in mind, Li Xuangang put the black evil-pointed spear back into his storage bag, and then looked around.
Swamps, corpses, blood, refining corpses, potholes, and the mud gradually gathering towards those potholes...
Just when he fixed his gaze on the sword tree that Ye Zhen was talking about, suddenly, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and a crimson color appeared in the air.
Feeling the surge of spiritual energy in his body, he had no time to clean up the mess on the battlefield around him, but chose to immediately sit down cross-legged on the spot.
Then he closed his eyes, held his breath and concentrated, and gradually explored the inside of his body with his consciousness.
Qing Ling's Demonic Transformation Technique is inherently powerful, and the secret method recorded in it that can once again enhance a monk's body by 30% is even more consuming.
If he hadn't encountered today's desperate situation, Li Xuangang would never have used this secret technique. Although he has been relieved of the predicament, he has actually reached the verge of real collapse.
Both his body and mind were pushed to the limit by him!
His spiritual consciousness entered his body, and when he looked inside, he found that his internal organs, meridians throughout his body, and flesh and blood meridians were all damaged. Wave after wave of severe pain was transmitted into the sea of consciousness, and his sea of consciousness was already chaotic. At this time,
I felt a kind of extreme pain, as if I was about to faint in the next moment.
Therefore, Li Xuangang no longer dared to hesitate. This was not the best place to heal his injuries. He had to temporarily stabilize his injuries before he could no longer support himself.
At least we have to wait until Zong Er brings back the final results.
With firm eyes, he forcibly used the little spiritual power left in his body to activate the Nine Corpses Return to Origin Art to soothe the turbulence in his chest and abdomen.
When the blood stopped pouring from his mouth and nose, he gradually felt relieved and opened his eyes.
He took off the storage bag at his waist and took out a crystal clear jade bottle.
The jade bottle tipped over, and three round white pills fell into his palm.
After staring for a moment, he put one of them into his mouth and swallowed it whole. When the elixir slid through his throat and entered his internal organs, he closed his eyes again and began to refine the potency.
These three white elixirs are called Baishui Dan and are of the third-level low-grade. Their main function is to stabilize the injuries in the monk's body and soothe the soul.
It also has a somewhat calming effect.
Before leaving Taiqiu Mountain, Li Xuangang exchanged his family contribution points for some at the Shanggong Hall just in case.
But he didn't expect that he would use this thing so quickly.
The power of the White Water Pill gradually dissipated, and the pain in his body began to decrease, so he took a second pill.
After a dozen breaths and the chaos in his mind began to be dispelled, the third one was thrown into his mouth.
The figure was still sitting cross-legged in a piece of muddy water, and the clothes on his lower body had already been soaked. He didn't know how long it had been. Li Xuangang opened his eyes, put the jade bottle in his hand back into the storage bag, hung the storage bag back to his waist, and stood
Get up.
At this time, his complexion was no longer as pale as before, and there was a rosy glow on both cheeks.
He coughed twice and looked around the swamp where he was again.
He staggered a few steps forward and finally stopped in front of Qian Jiamu's body.
The corpse was already cold, with no trace of life left. Li Xuangang looked down, and there was no special emotion in his face or eyes.
Along the way, you may deceive others, and you may end up dead at some point.
But this time he was lucky enough to be the one who survived!
There was not much delay, and there was not much time left for Li Xuangang. The effect of the White Water Pill only temporarily suppressed the injuries in his body.
His physical condition actually didn't improve much.
So after a slight pause, he reached out and grabbed several storage bags in Qian Jiamu's arms. He then tapped his right hand, and a small ball of flame appeared at the tip of his finger.
The flames drifted to Qian Jiamu's body, producing a burst of bright and hot light.
After a while, a gust of breeze blew by, picking up a cloud of fly ash.
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After Qian Jiamu's death, her remaining three third-level refined corpses were no longer under control. Although they had all suffered heavy losses before, the bodies of the refined corpses were inherently strong. If ignored, the three remaining refined corpses would be destroyed in a short time.
The corpse will regain its consciousness and become a thing in the mountains and wilds.
So before they regained consciousness, Li Xuangang gathered them together from the swamp, and each put a forbidden talisman on their foreheads.
After confirming that the talisman was effective and that the three refined corpses would no longer move, he waved his hand and put them all into his storage bag.
After doing this, Li Xuangang coughed several more times. He had just disposed of Qian Jiamu's body and applied the sealing talisman to the three third-level refined corpses. This had once again consumed the spiritual power in his body, which had just been filled with the White Water Pill.
The stable injury has a vague tendency to explode.
His eyes moved slightly, and Li Xuangang knew that he had to hurry up.
So without any hesitation, he flew back to the armored corpse with a big hole in his chest, stretched out his right hand, and lifted it up.
The armored corpse, still trapped by the soul chain, floated in front of him from the swamp.
This armored corpse is the real best in corpse refining. Although it was severely injured by him before, and then trapped by the third-level high-grade soul chain, after losing the control of Qian Jiamu's mind, it was less than a short time ago.
Within a quarter of an hour, it showed signs of recovery again.
His eyes were scarlet, his body was squirming with flesh and blood, the fangs in his mouth kept closing, and he let out waves of hoarse and low roars in his throat, trying to break free from the soul-locking chain that entangled him.
Seeing this, Li Xuangang raised his eyebrows and his eyes became a little deeper.
He did not take back the soul-locking chain that trapped the armored corpse, but took out another yellow talisman.
He put his hands together and performed a strange spell. The next moment, the yellow talisman automatically flew up in the air, emitting a beam of light yellow light.
He whispered softly: "Seal!"
The next moment, this yellow talisman landed on the dantian of the armored corpse trapped by the soul chain.
As a ray of even brighter yellowish light dispersed, several chains about three inches wide appeared. In just a blink of an eye, the armored corpse was tightly wrapped, and the squirming movements of its body disappeared after a moment.
, the whole body became quiet.
A few beads of cold sweat slipped from Li Xuangang's forehead, but when he found that the armored corpse no longer moved, he still felt a hint of joy in his heart.
He called out Zi Yan's corpse coffin and immediately took the armored corpse inside.
Looking around again, he lifted his body up some distance and looked down at the entire swamp from above.
His eyes wandered through the potholes and soon settled on the sword tree protected by Ye Zhen's sword array.
A weak but still sharp sword intent emanated from there, and Li Xuangang's heart palpitated inexplicably.
Although he had never heard of such an existence before, a spiritual plant that could emit sword intent on its own, he realized that perhaps this sword tree was the biggest gain of his trip.
But before breaking Ye Zhen's sword array and transplanting the sword tree, he suddenly thought of another thing.
So he used some of the spiritual power he had just re-condensed in his body, and an invisible giant hand descended from the sky and stretched into the swamp below.
The muddy water surged, a splashing sound was made, and the entire swamp here was disturbed by Li Xuangang.
And as the invisible giant hand began to retract, countless sludge fell from mid-air, and a huge thing that was divided into two halves reappeared.
That was the corpse of the third-level high-grade earth beast.
After freeing up a special storage bag to put it in, Li Xuangang turned around and slowly floated towards the sword tree.
However, he only flew more than ten feet when his vision suddenly went dark, and his mind suddenly felt like the world was spinning. He secretly muttered something bad and tried to regain the clarity in his eyes, but his body fell straight down as if he was out of control.
Until the whistling wind in his ears disappeared, Li Xuangang lost all perception of the outside world.
"Bang..."
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White mist fills this underground space, sometimes gathering and sometimes spreading, like wisps of smoke in the mountains and forests in the morning.
By the time Zombie Er returned from the outside world, its huge body was already covered with countless ferocious sword wounds.
The sword intent in some wounds has not dissipated, and is still eroding and cutting its flesh.
Zheng Da was prostrate on Zang Er's neck. At this time, he had regained a little consciousness. Although his body was still unable to move, his consciousness was clear and he was able to communicate with Zang Er.
There were some blood stains on the huge white canines, and a black-yellow long sword penetrated from the lower jaw and then came out from the other side.
He was seriously injured, but he was better off than Zombie, so when Zombie had just dispersed the white mist and reappeared above the swamp, he was in a good mood.
Of course, the reason why it is happy is not only that, but more importantly, it has completed the task assigned to it by Your Majesty!
No matter whether the process is tortuous or not, at least the result is good.
But Zhuang Er's good mood soon disappeared. A familiar figure fell into the swamp, motionless, and covered in stains.
As fast as the wind, even faster than when he was chasing Ye Zhen before.
Zang Er and Zheng Da hovered next to the fallen Li Xuangang. Before Zang Da could communicate, Zang Er let out an extremely tragic sob.
It's just that because the lower jaw was penetrated, the whimpering sound seemed a bit incomplete, well... and even more unpleasant to hear.
A bad thought occurred in Zong Er's simple mind, and his mood suddenly fell to the deepest bottom.
"Oh... Your Majesty..."
The sobs continued, but stopped abruptly at a certain moment, because a hand that was still white and plain was raised with trembling, and slowly reached towards Zhuang Er, who was immersed in sadness.
Blinking his fist-sized eyes, Zong Er was a little confused.
Immediately afterwards, the index finger and middle finger of this beautiful palm curled up slightly, and lightly tapped its forehead.
"Take that spiritual plant and leave here...Also, you idiot, shut up..."
The words that were passed into Zong Er's mind with his spiritual consciousness disappeared before he could finish speaking.
At this time, Li Xuangang, who had been supported to the point of stiffness and returned stiffly, had truly completely lost all consciousness.
When the palm that kept its original movement fell from Zong Er's forehead, the latter was stunned for a moment, with a touch of human sluggishness appearing on the huge dragon head.
Zang Da reluctantly opened his eyes, then closed them silently, and began to direct Zang Er to clean up the mess.
About half an hour later, a green dragon left the underground space, passed through the passage, and jumped out of the pool outside. Soon, its figure disappeared into the vast Yunmengze.
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In the middle of Chaoyang Continent, there is a steep peak as tall as a cloud.
This is the mountain gate of Dongxuanzong, the great swordsmanship sect.
Today, in a simple building within the Dongxuanzong sect, a wooden sword about three inches long was quietly broken into pieces.
But soon a boy in a blue gown crossed over the tens of thousands of wooden swords hanging in the lobby, carefully removed the broken wooden sword, held it on a tray, and left the building.
The broken wooden sword represents the death of Youmen.
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To the southeast of Shuangjiao City is a place called Huangling.
In the ancestral hall of the Qian family of the Yuanying family, a soul lamp floated for a few times, and then gradually dimmed.
There was an old man with white hair and beard guarding the ancestral hall. The moment the soul lamp was extinguished, he suddenly opened his eyes.
With a slight move of his right hand, the soul lamp fell into his hand.
He lowered his eyes, and when he saw clearly the remaining wick in the soul lamp, he sighed softly.