Fang Ran, who cut the screen back to the first-person perspective, almost didn't die of pain.

He had been searching for the necessary information in front of the Heavenly Machine Roulette, but he had completely forgotten that in reality, his body had suffered multiple injuries.

The three people who attacked before, especially the last third child, almost killed Fang Ran by that random fight......

When Fang Ran shouted in pain, a delicate ink-colored pop-up window jumped out-

"Is the pain sensing pressure overloaded, is it temporarily cut off?"

"Cut...... Cut off...... Why didn't you pop up when I was beaten just now?"

Fang Ran, who had a handful of snot and tears, hurriedly adjusted the sensor of the computer essence, but the pain was so painful that it still made him curl up on the ground.

"What to do, is there any way to heal the wound, wow......"

Several nodes on the Heavenly Machine Roulette were lit up, and a message was clearly fed back to Fang Ran's eyes, and he picked up the seemingly important thoughts:

"Self-test and auto-repair...... The self-test requires 500 units of spiritual power, after which the cost of self-repair is determined based on feedback...... Dao materials and spirit stones can be used to deduct the consumption of spiritual power in a large proportion...... You need to keep the sensor link open all the time?!"

Fang Ran's mouth was open enough to fit a whole fist.

"Oh the pit! I just cut off the pain sensor!"

Wiping his tears and snot with half of his sleeve, Fang Ran trembled and reconnected all the sensors.

In an instant, a great pain returned. Even though he was prepared, he almost fainted from the impact.

"Why do I have to endure this......

But after all, he has transformed into a computer spirit, and Fang Ran has shown great willpower in the face of this situation.

The pain that was enough for ordinary people to collapse was forcibly endured by him, and he even put on a posture of sitting with five hearts facing the sky in order to draw the violent spiritual power on the field of abyssal silence.

On the already not very calm Abyssal Field, a spiritual power vacuum quietly formed. The spiritual power vacuum slowly expanded to a range of one zhang, turning into a spiritual power vortex.

No one has ever done this to pull spiritual power in the Realm of Abyss, and no one dares to do this.

The spiritual power on the Realm of Abyss is mixed, derived from different avenues, mixed together, and irregular.

Regardless of the mutual reciprocal restraint, all of them are in a mess, and as the variety increases, the complexity also increases exponentially.

This wasteland is extremely vast, and when the spiritual power is running automatically, there are occasional collisions and frictions, resulting in a terrifying spiritual storm.

This is the most direct collision of the power of heaven and earth, enough to tear apart a person's body.

But Fang Ran took the initiative to pull these spiritual powers at this moment, swallowing the sea and drinking, regardless of what the attributes were, and no matter what kind of spiritual power they had with each other.

In the whirlpool of spiritual power, there are heavenly fires flashing, hail disillusionment, thunder, wind, and even a faint more original yin and yang qi, which disappear in a flash.

When these spiritual powers were close to Fang Ran's body by an inch, Qi Qi was completely shattered, and then swallowed by the ink that spread out of Fang Ran's body, disappearing, as if Fang Ran was a huge black hole, and he didn't know how to be satisfied!

On the celestial roulette wheel, the ink gradually became more condensed and thicker. The spiritual power required for the self-test was filled little by little, and Fang Ran shouted in a low voice: "Start the self-test!"

Qi and blood flow, like a great river. Fang Ran heard a surging sound in his ears, as if he was in a stormy wave.

Under the skin of Fang Ran's body, the meridians and blood vessels began to agitate. Ignoring the mutilation and damage on Fang Ran's body, this agitation followed some strange trajectory, outlining a diagram of Zhou Tian's 36,000 meridians, exactly the same as the ink that appeared when Fang Ran had gone berserk earlier.

This body was born with a waste vein, and the meaning couldn't be simpler or more straightforward.

If you are a wasted person, you will have nothing to do with cultivation for the rest of your life!

Unless he has the power of seven steps above the Yuan Realm and recasts the meridians with the Heavenly Divine Power, he can only be a mediocre mortal in this life, and there is no chance to turn over.

However, the self-examination of the Heavenly Machine Roulette directly outlined the most perfect diagram of the cultivation meridians.

This is indeed a self-test, but it is not a disability or illness, but a direct detection of any imperfections in Fang Ran's body.

For the Heavenly Machine Roulette, there is only one purpose of self-examination and repair, that is, to construct a body that is most suitable for cultivation - to open up 36,000 veins, pointing to the flawless!

What the ink just turned into was only a temporary connection.

After the load was 100% lowered, it was restored to its original state.

And after this repair structure is completed, Fang Ran's body, which was originally a waste vein, will be transformed into the most perfect physique on the cultivation path.

However, this kind of repair also comes at a huge cost.

Fang Ran looked at the number of spiritual powers needed for repair in front of him, counting one zero after another, with a dull expression.

"Boom...... Why do you need so much spiritual power to repair it......? I'm so miserable......"

The final count, excluding trivial fractions, totals about 400 million.

Accumulating enough spiritual power, even if it is in the Abyssal Silence Field, it is a delusional thing.

Fortunately, next, the self-inspection system listed a detailed list to be repaired, which appeared in front of him before Fang Ran continued to grab the sky.

"What, this is all of this? Ren is not able to pass the pulse and the governor is not able to pass the three focal points...... Ignore these for now, the highest priority should be trauma. Then ...... Screening for physical damage?"

Fang Ran poked at the list.

The clutter quickly faded away, and after sifting through it, there was only one page or so of options left. Fang Ran glanced down, and muttered in his heart: "This injury can be put on the earth and can directly enter the crematorium......

The damage to his muscles, bones, flesh and internal organs looked terrifying, but it didn't take much spiritual power to repair. Calculated in the list, it is only more than 10,000 units of spiritual power, but it is just sitting in place for more than half a day and swallowing spiritual power.

Although he was anxious in his heart, he understood that if he left these injuries untreated, he rushed back in a panic, not only would he not be able to help at all, but he would be a drag.

Therefore, he suppressed his anxiety, and while separating the load of the Heavenly Machine Roulette Wheel and drinking the spiritual power of the sea, he continued to optimize the algorithm for analyzing the sword intent of the stone cave.

In the wilderness, the vortex of spiritual power that suddenly gathered attracted the attention of many people.

Those sinners who are lonely, who can live one day at a time, face this kind of scene, and flee to the opposite place. They don't have anything to protect themselves from, and if they are accidentally swept into this spiritual storm, there is only one end - they will be completely shattered and their gods will be destroyed.

And the forces that have been operating for many years have more ideas.

In a pavilion rarely seen in the wilderness, an old man and a young man looked at the whirlpool rising into the sky.

"Uncle Ou, in that direction...... The Fang family's Huangchen is said to have stabbed a big basket, do you want to go and see it?"

"Hmm...... It's good. The Fang family has become more and more arrogant in recent years, and it is the right time to knock and knock at this time. ”

Under a lush giant tree, a young man crushed the small ball of spirit violence that rolled around him, and his eyes shone with a cruel light.

"Fang Qingyu, do you have today? Hehe, you don't eat Ben Shao's toast to you, now it's good, how does it taste like the punishment wine that was plucked open and fed by someone?"

There were four women in Xuanyi kneeling behind him, but none of them dared to make a sound.

A middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the top of a cliff, held a long beard in his hand, and instructed the person standing behind him: "Prepare to take over the property of the wasteland." Arajin ...... Finally going to die. ”

Fang Ran sneezed, woke up from the Tianji Roulette, pulled up his sleeve and wiped his face.

"Who's talking about me behind my back?

He looked at his hand, which had recovered to its original state, and moved his body again, and found that the injury had healed, and he was more comfortable with the control of his body.

It seems that the Heavenly Machine Roulette not only repaired the damage to the body, but also further improved the fit between the soul and the body that Fang Ran had crossed over.

Standing up, the bone joints let out a series of explosions, and Fang Ran felt that his body was full of strength again.

The bodies of the three people who attacked had been torn apart by the spirit storm just now, and only the fragments of the severance charm remained on the ground.

Fang Ran picked it up, wiped it, and put it in his arms: "Next time, it's better to be lighter, just such a little loot...... I remember that there should have been a deviation from the path, and it was inconvenient not to navigate...... Hmm, the map is complete, the path planning is complete...... Let's go!"

When he first saw this world, Fang Ran struggled with every step, but at this time, he jumped about a zhang, and his body was extremely light. There is also an indescribable intuition that reminds him of the ubiquitous spiritual turbulence around him. Even when Fang Ran was running at full speed, he deftly avoided the dangerous spiritual storm.

With path planning and spiritual intuition, the way back is much smoother. The places that needed to be detoured in the past were all straightened at this time, and they went on a rampage.

After less than half a day, the surrounding spiritual power turbulence gradually calmed down, and Fang Ran knew that he had arrived at the residence of the Huangchen Chamber of Commerce.

It's just that...... It's a mess in the eyes, broken walls, and it's not desolate.

"It's ...... Broken camp?sister?sister!"

Fang Ran panicked and rushed into the camp while shouting.

He still remembered what the three men who chased him said when they talked about their sister—

Forced to obey and accept as a concubine!

He was so anxious!

There were people from the Wasteland Chamber of Commerce in the camp who were cleaning up, and when they heard the shout, their muscles tensed for a moment, and they almost immediately reflexively entered a state of combat readiness.

But when they saw Fang Ran, although the tension of the muscles in their bodies had relaxed, there was a strange expression on their faces.

"Little boy...... Why did he come back? Didn't he run away?"

"Hmph, like this, he's embarrassed to come back?"

"What can he do when he comes back? In the past, he didn't care about anything and pushed it to Fang Chief, but now I think about it?"

"Hey...... Poor little boy......"

Fang Ran's sense of hearing at this time was keen, and he could clearly hear the people around him pointing at him, with disgust, anger, and sympathy.

Although he knew that he was not talking about his current self, Fang Ran still felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart, and he was even more anxious.

He grabbed a person beside him casually and asked, "What about my sister, what about Fang Qingyu, and what about her?"

The person who was pulled lowered his head and silently brushed away Fang Ran's hand.

Fang Ran was stunned, and then grabbed another person. But before he could speak, the man also silently took a step back and pulled his sleeve out of Fang Ran's hand.

"You ......"

"We have suffered heavy casualties. But this is not important, the most important thing is that with such heavy casualties, Fang Qingyu has not been able to protect it. Yours...... Sister. ”

The sound was like thunder, reaching Fang Ran's ears, and he trembled.

At the end of the long street, a burly figure like a mountain slowly approached.

One of the figure's arms appeared to be broken, bandaged and fastened to its chest.

The blood on his shirt had dried up and turned black. is so tragic, it can be seen what a vicious battle he has experienced.

And what really made Fang Ran feel uneasy was the monstrous aura emanating from this figure.

"Zhong Mingtai ......" Fang Ran recognized this person.

Zhong Mingtai, the beginning of the three-step martial arts. The head of the Guards sect in the Huangchen Chamber of Commerce is also the strongest person in the Huangchen Chamber of Commerce under Fang Qingyu.

"Fang Ran, do you still have the face to come back?"

Zhong Mingtai's voice was like thunder, with a very heavy anger and coercion, rolling towards Fang Ran.

Fang Ran was almost unsteady by the oncoming coercion. But he soon came to his senses, stood firm, and did not retreat even a step.

Zhong Mingtai narrowed his eyes.

This gentleman with memory, who locks himself in his room all day long, has nothing to do, and his body is weak, and it is impossible for him to stand firm under his coercion.

But Fang Ran stood firm, and in addition to the initial panic, he looked at himself calmly at this time.

Zhong Mingtai was even more angry.

"You asked Director Fang what's wrong? Three days ago, the camp was broken, she had been captured by the deputy commander of the Tianlei Gate, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead. Are you satisfied with this answer?"