Hurt!

The intense pain came, making Yang Xuan feel as if he had been stabbed into his body by thousands of sharp knives.

The next moment, he opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the white roof, and the special light source of the temple that emits a constant and soft light source at all times.

The decoration on the walls is special, like a mountain peak, but it exudes a soothing and holy atmosphere.

"Are you awake?" a voice came from beside him.

Yang Xuan turned his head with great effort, and a person dressed in black who couldn't see his face clearly stood next to the bed.

"You...... Who is it?" Yang Xuan let out a faint voice.

"You may call me a holy servant, a servant of the Holy One. The man in black's voice was low.

Yang Xuan exhaled softly, turned his head back, and stared blankly at the light source on the ceiling.

After a while, he asked softly, "You saved me?"

The holy servant shook his head, and seeing that Yang Xuan didn't look at this, he spoke again: "No, you saved yourself." ”

After a pause, he continued: "When I got there, you and Zhang Cheng'an only had one breath left, I just healed your wounds and brought you back to the Holy Mountain. ”

Yang Xuan sighed softly, as if he remembered something, and asked, "Twenty-three and twenty-four ......?"

"Dead!" said the servant lightly, "They are all dead, and they are back in the arms of the Holy Spirit." ”

Yang Xuan's eyes were calm, and he didn't make any waves, just pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Is Zhang Cheng'an dead?" he asked.

"It's not dead, there are people in the Ice Palace, and we were all in a hurry to save people at that time, so there was no conflict. The servant said, "But all four of his men are dead, and you killed them." ”

Yang Xuan was noncommittal, under the shroud of the fifty times five elements in one, it would be strange if the four of them could still survive.

"You go out, I want to sleep. He closed his eyes and said softly.

The holy servant didn't go out, he looked at Yang Xuan who was lying on the bed, and then asked, "What are your plans?"

Yang Xuan felt the shattered bones all over his body, as well as the empty dantian where the Yuan Infant had disappeared, and he wanted to laugh a little.

However, he didn't laugh, and the intense pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.

It doesn't matter if the injury is serious, he can recover, but the regression of the realm makes his heart cold.

Yuan Ying disappeared, and at this time, his realm had regressed to the early stage of Yuan Ying.

Fifty back borrowed swordsmanship, and it was really not something he could afford at the moment.

"Let's take one step at a time!" he said lightly, closing his eyes.

The holy servant paused for a moment, and then said, "The Holy One said that there is a place that may be of great help to you. ”

"Where is it?" Yang Xuan opened his eyes and asked.

"Soul Palace, Sea of Ten Thousand Souls!" the holy servant said in a deep voice.

Call~

Yang Xuan exhaled softly and closed his eyes again.

"I don't want to be one of those thousands of souls!" Yang Xuan said lightly.

"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work. The servant seemed to mean something.

Yang Xuan didn't speak, as if he closed his eyes to recuperate, and only after a while did he open his eyes and said, "Let's talk about it when I can move." ”

"By the way, what about my monkey?"

"Don't mention the monkey. The servant seemed troubled: "He is running out of wine from the holy mountain. ”

Yang Xuan wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't laugh after all.

"And then?" he asked.

"The Sage sent it to a place to exercise, this kind of innate xenomorph is rare, if the training is successful, it will also be a great help for you in the future. The holy servant said.

"Where is it?" Yang Xuan asked.

"You'll find out later. The servant did not answer directly.

Yang Xuan didn't ask again, presumably the Sage wouldn't have deceived him because of a monkey.

Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't want to speak, the holy servant took out a thin booklet from his arms and put it on Yang Xuan's bedside.

"What is this?" Yang Xuan asked.

"The whole book of the art of sincerity. The holy servant explained: "If you can cultivate the Sincerity Technique to one, two, three, such a thing will not happen in the future, and you will be able to avoid the crisis in advance." ”

"There are crises that do not depend on the will of man. A trace of coldness flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes.

"What?" the servant didn't seem to hear.

"Nothing. Yang Xuan closed his eyes again and didn't speak again.

A month passed in a flash.

Under the effect of the wood aura, his injuries had fully recovered.

But the cultivation stopped at the early stage of the Yuan Baby, and there was no way to condense the Yuan Baby.

"Heh, the blood corpse is seen by His Highness the Holy Son!" a voice came from outside the door, and immediately after, the blood corpse ancestor in dark red clothes walked in.

He said that he had seen it, but he didn't mean to see it at all, just a look of banter and a little anger.

It was his shame to let Yang Xuan escape from his hands.

"Someone, send off!" Yang Xuan shouted unceremoniously.

No one came in.

The mansion of the Qingtian Holy Son of Nuoda seems to be empty at the moment.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, don't you know that this room has been completely blocked by me?" the Blood Corpse Ancestor sneered and sat down on the chair next to him.

Yang Xuan looked at him, especially the cold eyes of the Blood Corpse Ancestor, and after a moment, he suddenly smiled.

"You want to kill me?" Yang Xuan reached out and poured himself a cup of tea, and after taking a sip, he said lightly.

"That's good!" the Blood Corpse Ancestor was still the same as last time, he didn't hide it in the slightest, and he confessed very frankly.

"Oh, why don't you do it then?"

"Ha!" The Blood Corpse Ancestor smiled: "You think too highly of yourself, killing you here is bound to take me on my own, you are not worth the price." ”

"Then what are you doing here, are you lost?" Yang Xuan didn't even glance at the Blood Corpse Ancestor, and said lightly.

"Hmph, what's the use of trying to use the power of the tongue?" the Blood Corpse Ancestor snorted coldly, and continued: "I just want to tell you that the First Holy Son has returned, if you know each other, you will ask the Holy One to resign, hand over the right to exterminate, and stay here quietly in the future, the old man may not be able to let you go." Otherwise, hum. ”

"Is this what you mean, or is it the meaning of the First Holy Son?" Yang Xuan asked.

"I mean!" the Blood Corpse Ancestor sneered.

"Then let him tell me for himself. Yang Xuan said lightly.

"Are you worthy?" The Blood Corpse Ancestor sneered: "I see that your breath is weak, much worse than last time, it seems that this battle with Zhang Cheng'an has made your realm regress, if you don't surrender early, when?"

"If you're done, you're good to go. Yang Xuan didn't even bother to say anything about sending off guests this time.

"Oh, I hope you'll be so tough when you leave here. The Blood Corpse Ancestor smiled and turned to leave.

After the Blood Corpse Ancestor left, Yang Xuan sat on the chair and didn't move for a long time.

At this moment, his heart was by no means as calm as he appeared to be.

Could it really be that he can only stay here quietly and be a son of peace in peace?

Hehe!

Yang Xuan smiled.

It's just a smile, but it's a little cold.

With a long exhale, Yang Xuan stood up.

His gaze fell through the window to the western corner of the Holy Kingdom.

There, there is a place called the Temple of Souls.

Ever since he sensed that absorbing a large number of souls would have unpredictable results, he had resisted absorbing soul power any longer.

But at the moment, he didn't want to think about it so much.

For the sake of greater power, he will not hesitate.

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