Ah Qiu did not faint, in his memory he had the anti-stun of the Vermilion Bird cloak, although the anti-stun of the external force was also relative, but he was two hundred meters away from the big hand of the void, and what he received was only the aftermath, plus the protection of the boundary force stored in the two six-god suits, he was lucky not to hang up on the spot.

Needless to say, that big void hand was also done by the old woman, and he could feel the breath of the old woman.

Whether he can survive or not depends on luck next, because of the fall of his free-falling body from a height of hundreds of meters, he doesn't know if his forging body cultivation can withstand such an impact.

Ever since the Martial Saint came, he hadn't let his guard down, and he didn't feel at ease anymore with a kilometer aura, and he was sweeping in a straight line that grew to three thousand meters at any time.

When he sensed the changes in the void for the first time, he was ready to play dead, but this fake death was very likely to come true.

Fortunately, he was lucky, these people began to speed up as soon as the night fell, and he happened to be preparing to land without a trace, but when the Void Great Hands pressed down, he was still more than three hundred meters from the ground.

In the perception of the aura of concentration, he did not dare to have any hole card explosion, and at the moment when the aftermath impact shattered the floating car, he forcibly used a miserable snort to cover up the erection of sacrifice, hoping to increase the chance of survival in the fall.

The blood that Ah Qiu spurted out in the air was really seriously injured, and in just a moment, the full-realm defense of the two six god suits was gone.

During the free fall, he forcibly stopped choking and coughing, closed his breathing and tried to relax his limbs, showing that he was dead.

'Bang! ’

He exploded a drop of essence blood again, hoping that as the wanderer had said, the Thundermang Seal would cover up the aura, otherwise this free-fall of several hundred meters would inevitably fall into flesh.

Ah Qiu didn't even dare to run the exercises in the rapid descent, and tried to hold his breath to control not to have an instinctive reaction, and the super god of war's ability to perceive the details would definitely not be missed.

He knew that there was a dense jungle below, and while he was extremely grateful that Dongsen was full of forests, he hoped that there would be no high-level beasts below.

Countless branches clicked and snapped, and he vaguely saw a mask scattered high in the air, and when he smashed to the ground and almost screamed, the familiar and palpitating aura disappeared.

He knew that the old woman was gone, and with what he had just done, the old woman should believe that she would fall to her death if she was not shocked to death by the aftermath.

But Ah Qiu didn't dare to move, and desperately endured not to cough out, allowing a large amount of blackened blood to flow out of his mouth and nose.

Half an hour later, everything seemed so natural, listening to the chirping of birds and insects, and the roar of beasts from time to time in the distance, he relaxed and began to breathe.

This time, he pretended to be dead and forcibly held his breath in the midst of serious injuries and impacts, and the injuries in his body became serious, and as soon as he breathed, a large mouthful of black blood vomited out one by one.

Ah Qiu has already scolded the martial saint who died and can't die anymore, he was really shot lying down today, and it was a miracle that he survived.

The aftermath of the Void Hand and the impact of the high altitude, he knew that he would not be able to recover in ten days and a half months, and Suo Xin was lying in the deep pit.

Smashed down from a height of several hundred meters, he was lying in a big pit at the moment, and those broken branches and leaves were covered on it, but it allowed him to hide in this deep mountain and old forest for the time being, and there was a thunder seal to suppress his breath, even if there were fierce beasts, it was difficult to smell his existence.

It's not that he doesn't want to come out, but the aftermath almost paralyzed his mind, if it weren't for the anti-stun of the Suzaku cloak, he would have lost consciousness a long time ago, and the only thing he could do right now was

Slowly run the exercises to heal the wounds, wait for the limbs to recover their movements, and then use the Jiji Spiritual Spring to speed up the healing.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, Ah Qiu felt that mushrooms were about to grow on his head, and his right arm was slightly able to move, and he took out the Jiji Lingquan and continued to lie down and cultivate and recover.

It took nearly half a month for the paralysis on Ah Qiu's body to gradually disappear, and during this period, his true yuan and spiritual power have been in a state of exhaustion, as if he was consumed by that paralysis, I am afraid that the super god of war is completely experienced, just the aftermath impact made him dying, if it wasn't for the super forging body cultivation, he would have exploded on the spot like several other martial arts sects.

Ah Qiu was ready to continue to lie in the pit to recover to his peak state before going out, although a few fierce beasts had passed by it in the past few days, but none of them stayed here, which showed that the Lei Mang Tribulation Seal could indeed hide his breath, which was also a blessing in misfortune.

A few days later, Ah Qiu completely recovered, but unfortunately Lingquan was at least two catties less, he didn't want to stay for a long time when he climbed out of the pit, changed into a set of coarse cloth peasant clothes, and transformed into a fat man with slightly dark skin, he ran towards the land in the direction of Yuecheng, although more than twenty days had passed, he still had lingering fears about the super god of war, and he didn't dare to boldly fly in the air.

This jungle is estimated to be two days away from Yuecheng, and after half a day out of the forest, I saw a teahouse at a fork in the road, and I estimated that the water in the storage bag was almost drunk, and there was a slight desire to eat in my stomach.

The tea house is very simple, a shed supported by trees in front of a mud house, covered with several oversized bamboo mats, and a dozen tables and stools are placed under it.

Ah Qiu glanced at it, and saw that there were some ordinary merchants among them, most of them were martial cultivators, and the cultivation ranged from Dawusheng to Wuzong, during which the two young men were dressed as small servants, and they were busy refilling water and serving food to these passers-by.

Near the outermost column head, a table of four people had not yet been filled, and a half-step martial sect in his fifties led three young people to talk in a low voice around a table of food.

Ah Qiu called a small servant, took out the storage bag, and said, "Little brother, help me fill the porcelain altar inside with water." ”

At the end, a voice said, "The spirit crystals in the bag are all yours." ”

The little guy was surprised for a moment, reacted and took the bag and nodded and left, in fact, most of the people here were ordinary people in the past, and today suddenly came so many martial arts cultivators, this little guy was really a little trembling, seeing that Ah Qiu privately told himself that there were spirit crystals in the bag, he was naturally happy to serve, not to mention that some Qing Shui didn't need spirit crystals.

Ah Qiu stood outside the shed and waited, he didn't want to go in when it was full of people, so he could find a place to hunt some game to satisfy his hunger.

I didn't expect the middle-aged man on the side of the column to nod and smile at him, and said, "Little brother, there are still two people here, squeeze it!" ”

Ah Qiu inexplicably gave birth to a good feeling, the middle-aged and Yan Yuese called himself a little brother, obviously he regarded himself as an ordinary person, but he did not despise it because of this, but let himself be at the same table, this kind of simple martial arts cultivation is indeed rare.

"Then, you're welcome, hehe!" Ah Qiu pulled out the stool and sat down, clasped his fists and said, "Disturbed." ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and continued to chat with the three young men, talking about some things in the martial arts cultivation world.

With a seat, Ah Qiu just beckoned Xiao Er to come over and order two drinks and dishes, a group of martial arts cultivators with high strength landed in the air in the distance, the person at the head had a beard on his face, and the first floor of the martial arts sect was cultivated, and he frowned slightly when he saw the tea shed people, and when he saw Ah Qiu's table, his face suddenly showed a sense of banter.

The third update!

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