"Uncle Gong, how are you feeling now?"

Everything just now was seen by everyone, and he had a more intuitive and profound understanding of the Dao of Breaking Sorrow, among which, Song Jinyu noticed that Uncle Gong's face was flushed, and the vitality of qi and blood in his body gradually recovered, and he suddenly asked with some surprise.

"With Sect Master Lao's action, the fire poison in the old slave's body has been suppressed, and now it is fine. ”

Gong Qingchen bowed and said gratefully.

Hearing this, Song Jinyu thought that Uncle Gong had been completely cured, and her expression was slightly relieved, and she expressed her gratitude to Broken Sorrow.

However, Xuan Chou only shook his head slightly, ignoring Song Jinyu, but looked at the other party, and said lightly: "The divine fire spiritual power that invaded your body is brilliant and unquenchable, and now it is even more nourished by the spiritual power and life essence in your body, with the flesh as a melting pot, it has completely taken root and grown stronger and stronger." ”

"You are too badly injured, and all I can do is to temporarily delay your vitality and make you suffer less, and you must know this. ”

Gong Qingchen fell silent when he heard this, and nodded, he knew very well that the divine fire power was only temporary, and everything was just as Duan Sorrow said, the divine fire spiritual power that invaded his body had already fused with his breath and bloodline, and it was not the original alien spiritual power, the source of no root.

However, he is a Changchun Dao body, and his cultivation is a wood Dao method, and this divine fire power remains in his body, just like burning firewood, which can neither be refined nor controlled.

It's like oil pouring on fire, it will only burn more and more.

Judging from his current injury, as long as this divine fire cannot be refined and expelled, and remains in his body for a day, his injury and life essence will be aggravated by one point, even if he is suppressed by the seal, he will inevitably fall sooner or later.

"This divine fire spiritual power is so domineering, it is rare in the world, if I guess correctly, this should be the Dao method of the Great Sun Holy Palace, but I don't know who this person who hurt you is?"

There was a strange color in his eyes, and he asked lightly.

After some investigation, he was able to know at this moment that Gong Qingchen himself was also a True Monarch of the Holy Realm, and when he was not under Aunt Gongsun, he was just hit hard, and he fell from the Transcendence Realm to the Returning Origin Realm, and the divine fire power that raged in his body, the domineering attributes, were also extremely rare and amazing.

It is conceivable that Gong Qingchen has been injured for so long, not because he doesn't want to expel the fire poison that invaded his body, but because he is helpless at all, so that it has accumulated deeper and deeper, and he has today.

This kind of tarsal bone damage, Broken Sorrow can also be done, whether it is the Great Collapse Heavenly Fist, the Ancient Divine Evil, or his newly acquired Seven Killing Sword Weapon, as long as it is stained with a star and a half into the body, the destruction caused will not be under this divine fire spiritual power, but it is undeniable that the strength of those who can deal such damage should not be underestimated.

So this also made him a little curious, who could directly destroy a dignified true monarch and seriously injure him and fall into a dying state.

Broken Sorrow is the sect master of Xuantian Sect, his cultivation strength is unfathomable, and he can see which force is doing it with some injuries, Gong Qingchen is not surprised, and when he hears this, he does not shy away from it, and nods and says:

"Although I haven't seen it, but since a few months ago, the old slave found the young master who was rescued by the Taifu and escaped from the imperial palace with the help of a mysterious person. ”

Hearing the word mysterious person, his heart suddenly moved, his eyes swept over, and when he saw Song Jinyu's cold face, he immediately understood that this mysterious person must be that Ao Chenxiao.

He takes the world as a chess piece, and he has no last resort, and the layout is so big that even the major sect forces of the two realms of immortals and demons are played with applause, and even the emperor of the Han Dynasty, the male lord of one side, has suffered in his hands, and the chickens and eggs are beaten, which shows the superb means.

If it weren't for the outlier of Broken Sorrow, it suddenly appeared at the end of the final chess game, triggering a series of unpredictable changes.

It is very likely that now, Song Jinyu and the Shenwu Seal have been brought back to the Jade Void Concept.

Of course, there may not be his presence, and there may be other unknown things going on.

But when he saw the nine-tailed demon fox in this iron cage, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered Luo Jianping of the Danxia faction.

This kid is a person from later generations who has crossed over, and it stands to reason that it is not in Ao Chenxiao's calculations.

But even so, Ao Chenxiao is worthy of being a jade void, the heir of the Heavenly Dao Academy, the demon is like him, and the interruption of the same generation is also the only one in his life.

Even Lei Xiao Tianzun personally took action, but he was calculated, and he almost let him escape, such mental means really made people's hearts chill.

Even today, Ao Chenxiao is still uncertain whether he is alive or dead.

Although he was on the verge of death and seriously injured that day, he was deprived of sorrow and used the six heavenly wheels to banish him outside the wild realm, the land of the demon clan, it stands to reason that he would definitely die, even if he survived in the end, he may not be able to return to Zhongtian in this life.

It's just that after cultivating the Divine Fetus Sword Body, there is always a premonition that this matter does not seem to end so easily, and the two of them may have to do it in the future.

All kinds of thoughts, it was only a matter of a moment, just when he was thinking about whether Ao Chenxiao was still alive, Gong Qingchen was already speechless, and then said:

"The old slave fled all the way with the young master, nothing happened for days, seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the capital of the Han Dynasty, and the strong pursuers encountered on the road were gradually decreasing, I thought that there would be no more danger, but I didn't think about it, but I still couldn't dodge, and I met that person. ”

Hearing this, Song Jinyu's body was shocked, as if she had thought of something, her face turned pale, and she said, "Uncle Gong, when you went out that day, you were injured in his hands?"

Gong Qingchen sighed abruptly, as if he didn't want to say more, but looking at the young master's gaze staring closely, he still couldn't bear to be deceived, and nodded silently.

"It's him! Sure enough, it's him!!" In an instant, Song Jinyu's face turned pale, and she muttered, and the whole person was like being bombarded by a giant hammer, and she took a few steps back, trembling.

"Who?" Broken Sorrow raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked lightly.

Gong Qingchen's expression changed, and he was silent for a long time before he slowly said three words: "Proud and unequaled!"

"It's him!"

"Wushuang Hou!"

"The Great Sun Holy Palace, proud and unequaled!"

Almost at the same time, several exclamations sounded, and Aunt Gongsun, Lu Xiangsheng, Dong Fangmiao, and even Ximen Fuxue all changed their faces and were shocked.

Even the Dragon and Tiger Grandmasters like the Black and White Tigers, and juniors like Wu Yue and Situ Ling, who are still shallow in cultivation, are all shocked and inexplicable.

If you want to say that there are no people in the field, there are many people who don't know them, such as Lin Xiaoyuan, Xu Tong, Jiang Yunfei, such as Xiao Yun, Dian Meng, generals, and even ..... Break the sorrow!

"Who is Ao Wushuang?"

Just when everyone was silent and uncertain, a faint voice sounded, as always, the clouds were light and the wind was light, without the slightest fluctuation in mood.