Xiao Yan woke up from his coma and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He seemed to have had a dream. He also dreamed of Xun'er, Cai Lin and even Xiao Xiao. The family was reunited, harmonious and beautiful.
After a sleep, the injury will be healed. Xiao Yan smiled bitterly. The next time he is seriously injured, he should simply close his eyes and take a nap. However, Xiao Yan's sleep was miserable and painful.
This is something.
Xiao Yan took out the Linglong Fruit. The Linglong Fruit was golden and emitted golden light. Xiao Yan's eyes showed a look of relief, finally he got this thing.
Xiao Yan relied on the Linglong Fruit to stabilize the aftereffects of swallowing the Life-Eating Pill. Xiao Yan believed that given enough time, Xiao Yan could successfully get rid of the control of the Life-Eating Pill even without using the purifying water. After all, the Life-Eating Pill was just
For fifth-grade elixirs, if Xiao Yan can reach the level of Douxian or sixth-grade alchemist, then he will not be afraid of the Life-devouring Pill.
However, whether it is to break through the Dou Immortal or become a sixth-grade alchemist, Xiao Yan is still far away.
What's more, this time he had already formed a conflict with the Black Alliance in the core simulation area. Although he didn't know why the Black Alliance failed to kill him in the end, Xiao Yan knew that the Black Alliance was by no means so easy to deal with.
The Black Alliance has arranged people in various major families, and you can see how terrifying the Black Alliance's mysterious methods are.
Of course, there is another point: the Murong family.
This time Xiao Yan understood why Murong Qingfeng asked him to change his name, but this time Xiao Yan also completely lost the qualification to stay in the Murong family. (Because the memory of fake Xiao Yan killing Bai Yiran disappeared, so Xiao Yan
No one in the Murong family knows who killed Bai Yiran)
Xiao Yan felt helpless. He still remembered that Xiao Yan had promised Murong Qingcheng that after he came out of the core simulation area, he went to the Murong family to ask Murong Qingtian to let him agree to marry Murong Qingcheng to him. Now it seems that even if Murong Qingtian is willing, he
They are no longer qualified to marry Murong Qingcheng.
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Xiao Yan looked at the Linglong Fruit in his hand, ate it, and suddenly felt a burning sensation coming from his abdomen.
Xiao Yan immediately calmed down and began to refine the Linglong Fruit according to the method he learned from the Murong family.
As the Linglong Fruit was refined, Xiao Yan's body continued to change between red and white. Obviously, the Linglong Fruit was not as easy to refine as imagined.
If the absorption of the Silver Spirit Fruit is a kind of enjoyment, the refining of the Linglong Fruit is undoubtedly a struggle with hell. Sweat is constantly flowing down Xiao Yan's forehead, and his tattered black robe has also been beaten.
When it gets wet, the veins on Xiao Yan's face are exposed, which shows how painful the process of refining the Linglong Fruit is.
But this is a hurdle for Xiao Yan. If he cannot cross it, Xiao Yan will die without a burial place.
However, gains always come at a cost.
The fighting spirit in Xiao Yan's body also began to solidify, and Xiao Yan's aura began to become stronger, and finally reached the peak of the emperor, and there was a tendency to continue to make breakthroughs.
The emperor is the emperor, but there is a thick wall blocking Xiao Yan's progress.
The emperor level is by no means comparable to that of the emperor. Therefore, even though the Linglong Fruit is very precious, it cannot allow Xiao Yan to directly break through the emperor level from the emperor, but it also allows Xiao Yan to make great progress.
Xiao Yan's soul power did not go any further. It still stayed at the late imperial stage, but it also became much stronger. Although Xiao Yan was a little regretful about this, there was nothing he could do about it.
As time continued to pass, Xiao Yan's skin gradually became normal, and Xiao Yan's aura reached the peak of an emperor.
Half-step to the emperor, this is Xiao Yan's estimation of his own strength. Although Xiao Yan has no way to step into the emperor, what Xiao Yan lacks is a process of precipitation.
Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes. He had been practicing for a long time this time, so he was probably the last one to go out.
Xiao Yan looked at the layout of this room. It was still exactly the same as when he entered the core simulation area. Xiao Yan took off the Na ring in his hand, put his things one by one into his original Na ring, and re-
After putting on some clothes, Xiao Yan felt nostalgic for a moment before walking out of the room.
However, looking at the figure standing outside the room, Xiao Yan stopped in his tracks, not knowing how to face him.
Murong Qingfeng was wearing a long gray dress, and he felt uneasy as he stood there. Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingfeng, and Murong Qingfeng looked at Xiao Yan, but neither of them spoke.
"Has your strength improved again?" Murong Qingfeng said to Xiao Yan, with curiosity in his eyes.
"Well, I was lucky enough to reach the peak of the emperor!" Xiao Yan said helplessly. He knew that Murong Qingfeng must have something to do with him.
"You should also get the Linglong Fruit!" Murong Qingfeng said to Xiao Yan.
"I got it, at least it won't break out for a short time!" Xiao Yan said.
"In this case, let me tell you about the situation in the mainland at this time. This period of time is unfair to us. The earlier we come out of the core simulation area, the more time we have on the Creation Continent. This
In ten years, someone has made a judgment on this matter. I hope you can calm down. Because it is not a good thing for you!" Murong Qingfeng said to Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan could tell from Murong Qingfeng's face.
Know that things will never be simple.
Xiao Yan nodded. He was a person who had experienced strong winds and waves, so how could his mood be affected so easily.
Murong Qingfeng saw Xiao Yan's indifference in his eyes. Xiao Yan was worthy of being a hero of his generation, but he didn't know whether Xiao Yan could maintain his composure when he heard the news that followed.
"Before I came to you, I went to see Lan Bin once, which was the fake Lan Bin incident that Qingcheng encountered. Lan Bin told me that when the Noble Elite Academy sent the mission, Lan Bin didn't expect that the other party had a disguise.
Xing Dan, after taking the elixir with their blood, you can change into the same appearance as them. I want to know if your blood was collected during the battle in the core simulation area." Murong Qingfeng said solemnly.
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"I also heard Lan Bin say this. It's just that I was seriously injured many times in the core simulation area, especially at the end...I'm not sure how many people got my blood," Xiao Yan said.
"Okay, if that's the case, forget it. The first thing is that there is a rumor among the families that you killed Gu Xuanlin, the captain of the ancient clan." Looking at Xiao Yan, Murong Qingfeng dropped the first bomb.
"How is it possible? Doesn't it mean that everyone's memories will be wiped out? How do they know that I am the one who killed Gu Xuanlin!" Xiao Yan said in surprise.
"This is very simple. You only need one person to leave the core simulation area when Gu Xuanlin is looking for you. Within a period of time, a second person will leave the core simulation area. The first person has the memory of Gu Xuanlin.
, Gu Xuanlin happened to be looking for you at that time, and the second person did not have the memory of Gu Xuanlin. As long as the time difference between these two people is one day in the core simulation area, it is ten days in the outside world. The ancient tribe found two such people,
So the possibility of you being the murderer reaches 50%. Secondly, your fighting power shows that you are fully capable of killing Gu Xuanlin, so your possibility reaches 60%. For a super power
, there is more than 50% chance that they will think it is you!"
Hearing this sentence, Xiao Yan had the urge to scold his mother. His memory was gone. Sixty percent of the accuracy of their reasoning depended on him. Is there anything more unreliable than this?