Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Healing of Scheming

On the night of the snow wolf crying moon, the decisive battle in front of the cloud gate of the South China Sea is about to start, and the bloody battle in the Void Cold Valley will also be carried out at the same time. Xi Mutong was waiting for the battle, but heard Sanya's heart-rending screams.

She rushed to the Tianyun Condensation Zone, and thought that the screams were coming from a waterhole deep in the Iron Dragon Cave, so she dived over.

The waterhole is the source of Nangong Xiang's life, even if he is seriously injured, as long as he is not dead, he can get rejuvenating energy by jumping in. But when it comes to absorbing nutrients from the pool, he has to follow a set of rules, rather than absorbing the water directly.

Sitting on the round platform that rotated out of the whirlpool, the steam of the pool was neutralized by ice and fire, seeped into the edge of the stage, and then was transported into his body by many vain-like hoses.

When he first escaped, he was completely dying, and Xi Mutong even felt that he would soon turn into a puddle of fire, and he would no longer be able to distinguish his internal organs.

But as soon as the hose was inserted, he immediately changed. At first, his whole body spasmed, so much so that sparks flew on the round platform, and when he fell into the pool, it intensified into a small cloud of maroon smoke.

After a long time of tossing and turning, he calmed down until the spasms subsided, and when he saw that the molten iron had solidified and formed a dry, dead bark-like skin.

"Jiangnan Zimo--"

As soon as his strength recovered, Xi Mutong heard him howl hoarsely: "Jiangnan boy, you think that with that little cleverness, you can put the old man to death, it's really a big mistake!" Mo said that the nucleus is hidden in my body, acting as my heart, even if the old man I have no heart one day, as long as I don't leave this brown blood pool, I can live by my master's spirit! It's a pity that you, a genius in the human world, are buried in the sea of fire in Tianyi Pavilion in vain, and you have to be a scorched corpse that can jump, sad and pathetic! You just die, but you still catch my Sanya, what can I do in the future......"

He shouted on the round platform and grabbed the ground, Xi Mutong was shocked when he first heard it, and he couldn't wait to rush out of the Void Cold Valley to rescue Jiang Nanjun immediately. When I calmed down, I was glad that I didn't do anything bad because of impulsiveness.

She is now just a wisp of immortal yuan, leaving the bamboo tree she depends on for survival, floating out of the Void Cold Valley, and probably dissipating into the sun. At that time, the mission of God can no longer be completed, and will not become a sinner who has abandoned thousands of living beings?

As an undead monster, Jiang Nanjun has been in the world for a hundred years, even if it is the tiger's den in Longtan, he can break alone without frowning. This time, she believes that he can still turn evil into good fortune and tide over the difficulties. However, through the vicious battle between Jiang Nanjun and Nangong Xiang, she actually gained the biggest secret of Tianyi, which was an unexpected gain brought by Jiang Nanjun's Sifang Village action.

From then on, she knew that the pool of water that would bring the dying back to life was called the Brown Blood Pool. The whirlpool water is a round platform that flows to the bottom of the sedimentation pool, condenses energy by rotating it, and then sends it into the platform.

Let's talk about Sanya.

Usually, the more scheming the conspirator, the more suspicious he is, and the same is true for Nangong Xiang. After Sonya and Ling Xuanluo reconciled, Ling'er hid in her heart, always reminding her to stay awake, and indeed for a long time, she was no longer controlled by Nangong Xiang.

She often hid in the Zen room in the strange cloud fantasy world, and stayed for several hours. Nangong Xiang thought that she was cultivating the blood yuan to build a foundation, so she naturally didn't care about her, but she actually looked through Ling Xuanluo's past life records in Jiluo Mountain from Ling'er's memory, sometimes sad for him, sometimes happy for him, and couldn't extricate herself.