No matter what others think, what I just said was just listening to Song Jinyu's question, so I had this answer.

These words were not only for Song Jinyu, but also for everyone in the Xuantian Sect present.

Because this in itself, it is also the intention of his heart, and there is no falsehood.

In this life, since he became the master of this Xuantian Sect inexplicably, the trajectory of fate has gone to an unknown direction, from the initial systematic persecution, the strangeness and shallowness of the world's cognition, to the later integration of more and more, Lin Xiaoyuan, Wu Yue, Situ Ling, accompanied by the appearance of one disciple, killing and fighting again and again.

Make him realize that this is not a game.

People live for one life, and there are not so many deaths coming back, and in the last life, he has a bad life, mediocre, and he doesn't know who he lives for and where he is going.

In this life, he inexplicably traveled to this world and saw too many bizarre things, blessings and misfortunes, and also had his own responsibilities and goals to protect, so he wanted to change!

Let this declining sect reappear, even beyond the name of antiquity.

Looking at the confused and silent old man in front of him, his eyes showed a touch of fierceness, and he said lightly: "The person who followed us in the immortal market that day should be you." ”

Hearing this, Gong Qingchen was slightly stunned, thought about it for a while, nodded, and said with a wry smile:

"Yes, that day, the sect master was in the Baihua Palace and the people's war front, the old slave went out to check the movement, because he didn't know the identity of the sect master, so he carefully followed and probed all the way, but he never thought that he still exposed his whereabouts in the fairy market, and was almost caught by the drunken Taoist and Dao Xuan. ”

In less than two sentences, an abnormal flush appeared on Gong Qingchen's face, and he coughed violently again.

Broken Sorrow Sword frowned slightly, stretched out one hand, and buckled directly on the opponent's wrist, and a stream of spiritual power induced vomiting, pouring directly into the opponent's body, looking at it.

The latter's complexion changed slightly, his eyes showed a touch of horror, and his movements were bland and very slow, however, at that moment, he subconsciously wanted to hide, but somehow he was still held by one hand, and the immortal gang on the surface of his body was directly dispersed before he could even float out.

At this moment, his wrist was buckled, and a god-like power was hidden, it seemed that it was just two fingers on the pulse, which was common, but in Gong Qingchen's eyes, it was like two divine mountains pressing down, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only watch the spiritual power of Broken Sorrow pour into his body.

In other words, if he wanted to kill him now, he would have no power to resist at all, and it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

As soon as he thought of this, Gong Qingchen's face turned pale, a little unwilling, a little frightened, and a little depressed, and finally honestly abandoned distracting thoughts and let the sorrow be taken as a look.

"Hmm, in addition to your own wood Dao method, you also have an extremely domineering divine fire spiritual power in your body, the two are fighting endlessly, the wood is burning, and the five internal organs and meridians are burning, you can't suppress it at all!"

Broken Sorrow opened his mouth in surprise, and spiritual power poured in, and along with it, there was also his extremely powerful divine thought.

In an instant, he took a general look at the injuries in his body, which can be described as a deep observation, but the deeper he found, the more solemn his face became, and he said in a deep voice: "Judging from the degree of your current essence depletion, you have been injured for a long time, and you have been using some kind of secret technique to maintain decay by depleting Shouyuan, and now, you can only support it for three months at most, and you will be wiped out." ”

"What!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that Gong Qingchen's injury had reached such a serious point, Song Jinyu was even more pale, her delicate body trembled, and her foothold was a little unstable, and she couldn't care about anything else at this moment, she looked at it and said urgently: "Master, are you mistaken, Uncle Gong, Uncle Gong, he is just an old injury that has not healed, and he is sick, how can he worry about his life!"

"Master, Senior Gong is Senior Sister Song's only relative in this world, you have cultivated as a Tongxuan, since you can see the injuries of Senior Gong, you will definitely be able to cure him, right?"

Lin Xiaoyuan was warm-hearted, and seeing Song Jinyu's panicked and chaotic appearance, she was also a little unbearable, and hurriedly spoke, but she believed that the master was omnipotent, and there must be a way to save it.

However, Xuan Chou shook his head and said nothing, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly.

With such an appearance, when they fell into the eyes of everyone, their faces were slightly condensed, and their hearts sank.

Seeing Song Jinyu's pale face, he couldn't help but feel a little pity in his eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Is there still three months?" It's enough, I was going to hide it for a while, but I didn't expect it to be discovered by the sect master today, so I don't have to hide it like this, I don't have to hide and hide." ”

"Uncle Gong, ....... you" Song Jinyu's eyes were red, a little sad and at a loss, this sudden change was completely beyond her expectations, she couldn't imagine that Uncle Gong, who had been by her side all the time, was so seriously injured that he would die soon.

"The young master doesn't need to be sad, everything that should be gone has already left, the old slave knows that time is running out, a cheap life, death is not a pity, in this life can watch the young master safe and sound, worship the strong as a teacher, it can be regarded as a good game in the world, worthy of the Hou Ye's deathbed entrustment. ”

When these words came out, Gong Qingchen's face was very calm, as if he had already looked down on life and death, and he didn't care about it.

Everyone was silent, even Dian Meng, who was originally dissatisfied with this palace uncle and old slave, and had a lot of complaints, was silent at the moment, and glanced at Chu Biao and the others beside him, all shaking their heads and sighing, with some sympathy.

Breaking sorrow and sighing secretly, the operation of the Dao method in the body suddenly changed, and the strong and powerful spiritual power that originally operated according to the Tianlin Sword Code suddenly turned into a desolate and silent meaning, like swallowing gods and demons, the power was infinite, and suddenly roared and swept in its body.

Everywhere he passed, he devoured everything, laid down a series of ancient prohibitions in the flesh and blood, forced the domineering and raging divine fire power to retreat and subside, and finally suppressed it in the Purple Mansion.

But regardless of the loss, he forcibly branded the seal in his body with the magical power of sealing the heavens and the earth, and calmed down the tyrannical divine fire in the cage for the time being.

Immediately, the Broken Sorrow Dao method changed again, and gave birth to a stream of Yuehua Star Qi to help him nourish his lungs, and then used Yimu Essence Qi to repair the incineration wounds on his flesh and bones, and then let go of Gong Qingchen's wrist.

The latter's expression changed greatly, revealing a great shock and surprise, the divine fire in his body was contained, the injuries changed, every detail was seen by him, but he was not only shocked by the power of the cultivation of the number of laws, but also surprised that the raging divine fire in the body was suppressed and quelled.

"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 profound cultivation of sorrow, among them, Song Jinyu noticed that Uncle Gong's face had faded, and the qi and blood in his body had recovered, and he suddenly asked with some surprise.

PS: I was going to write back to the sect today, but I accidentally talked a lot of nonsense, tomorrow, tomorrow I will take my disciples and elders home!!

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