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Of course, if the viscera is only cracked, or even more seriously shattered, as long as it is not like Hei Yichen is now turned into fragments, through Xuan Xian's super repair ability, it can be slowly recovered. Although the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info may become a waste after restoration, at least it can save life.

Hearing the solemn admonition of the Black Knife Spirit, Mo Chen and the Dragon King both nodded solemnly.

The black knife spirit pulled the dagger sword spirit that was chasing after him, and rushed towards Hei Yichen's chest.

Hei Yichen's chest cavity now is a world of fluid stained red by red blood, and many fragments are floating in the effusion, confused, and he can't tell which part of his internal organs is at all.

The two sword spirits gasped when they saw such a tragic situation.

The dagger blade spirit pointed at the chaotic chest cage worriedly, and said, "Old Black, can you still save it in this way?"

The Black Knife Spirit nodded affirmatively, pointed in the direction of the heart, and said, "Look over here, an unknown torrent is surging from here. Last time, Yichen was at this moment of near death, and it was the black bead of Zhongdantian that mobilized the vitality of heaven and earth in Zhongdantian, forming this torrent and reshaping his internal organs. This time, it's here again! Go, let's go in, clean the ribcage, let that torrent come in and fix or reshape. Actually, we don't need to make these estimates, but if we do, Yichen's recovery time will be faster. ”

The dagger blade spirit let out an "oh" in surprise, he had never heard such a strange thing, but in view of his reverence for Lao Hei, he chose to believe it.

He hurriedly followed, and with the two spirit bodies of Lao Hei, it took a lot of effort to piece together Hei Yichen's broken internal organs, and the torrent had already filled his chest.

"Boom!"

The Black Knife Spirit and the Dagger Knife Spirit were hiding on the side and preparing to watch a good show, but they didn't expect that the torrent didn't appreciate their feelings at all, and a wave slapped them out of Hei Yichen's chest.

“”

We're doing good deeds, so if you don't thank you, you should be polite. Hmph, I've never seen such a big temper! The two looked at each other, and they were speechless.

However, as long as that torrent could repair Hei Yichen's viscera, they would be willing even if they were abused by that torrent a few times.

Seeing that the sword spirit floated again, although he looked a little embarrassed, he could see that the sword spirit's mood was extremely good, Mo Chen hurriedly asked, "Little knife spirit, how is it?"

The Black Knife Spirit said: "It should be no problem." We repaired Yichen's internal organs and returned them to their places, and waited for a miracle to happen. ”

Mo Chen and the Dragon King "chuckled" in their hearts again, and looked at the sword spirit with a happy face suspiciously. They didn't know that the miracle that the Black Knife Spirit said was a miracle created by the torrent, and they thought it depended on Hei Yichen's own fate.

Suddenly, the Dragon King shouted in surprise: "Third brother, the breath of the eldest brother is stronger!"

Mo Chen was stimulated by a volt, and felt Hei Yichen's extremely faint breath climbing, and immediately burst into tears, nodding excitedly, unable to say a word

At this time, Hei Yichen was still in a deep sleep stage, and he didn't know what was going on outside.

Receiving a fierce blow from Lao Qu, he felt that his internal organs had undergone the baptism of fire, and he could clearly hear the sound of shattering, and immediately, the heart-rending pain spread throughout his body, and then, he vomited blood in a big gulp, and his body fell heavily into the formation, and his consciousness instantly became confused.

His last glance was to see Li Li rushing towards him, as if shouting his name, and then he fell into darkness.

Hei Yichen in the dark, feeling so tired and tired, there is a feeling that he wants to sleep for ten thousand years. He felt no pain, no consciousness, just fell into the infinite darkness.

"Don't sleep, kid!"

An extremely gentle female voice sounded in his ears.

It's her again, Hei Yichen's mother in his dream, and his worried mother. He wanted to open his eyes to see her, but it was still a dark world.

"Child, you are already a Xuan Immortal, and it is time for your memory to be restored. When you wake up, I will tell you everything, about your background, about your father, and about me, your mother. Child, be strong, you can't sleep, and if you sleep, you won't know anything. ”

The voice was quite magnetic and kind, like a hot spring, slowly flowing into Hei Yichen's heart, arousing a strong thirst for life in Hei Yichen's heart. After he knew about his dragon body, he had been inquiring about his origins, but his memory had never been able to be opened, and there was never an answer about his father and family.

Whenever he asked his master Black Cloud Lord about his own background, the Black Cloud Lord always said in a profound manner: "It's not time yet. ”

Hei Yichen knew that the master would not lie to him, but he was anxiously waiting for the day when the secret would be revealed.

The day seems to have arrived.

"Son, go ahead! Don't stop. ”

The voice was still guiding him, keeping him focused on keeping his mind clear and not letting himself fall into endless darkness.

But he couldn't ask, he couldn't speak, and he didn't know who to ask. The voice seemed to come from far away, more like the sound of the universe. He was sleepy, but he had to pick himself up, follow the guidance of the voice, and walk aimlessly in the boundless darkness.

I don't know how long he walked in the dark, but just when Hei Yichen was about to fall asleep, he suddenly saw a beam of light coming from the front. The light was very soft, but it was like a waiting lamp that illuminated his tired way home, warming Hei Yichen's heart.

He mustered his spirits and followed the light, deep and shallow, to the end.

In front of him was a door, a small door. The door was wide open, as if waiting for someone.

"Kid, come in!"

It was still that voice that gently hit Hei Yichen's heart, making him feel a sense of longing for the milk swallow to return to the nest.

Hei Yichen plucked up his courage and stepped into the small door.

The dark world in front of him and just now were two completely opposite worlds, and the brilliant light made Hei Yichen's eyes instantly unable to adapt to it, so he had to quickly cover his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly adapted to the light here.

Hei Yichen opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was an extremely beautiful ancient country.

Under a blue sky, a vast land, a bustling city.

It is a lively city full of flowers, and ancient relics and cultural heritage have filled every corner of the country. The luxurious palace, the exquisite mansion, and the wide road, the tourists are weaving, and the streets are noisy, a warm and peaceful scene, impacting Hei Yichen's inner world.

Hei Yichen walked on the street, feeling the leisure and happiness here from the crowd.

However, the people here were like no one around, chatting about the topic of the East and the West, as if Hei Yichen did not exist. There was a messenger-like soldier who rode his horse and galloped towards him, and Hei Yichen, who couldn't dodge, watched the other party pass over him, only to completely wake up Hei Yichen, who was immersed in it.

The horse flew past him!

Hei Yichen looked at his intact body in surprise, he seemed to understand something. He walked briskly in front of a man and patted him on the shoulder with his hand, only to find his hand running through the man's body, unaware of it, still haggling with a merchant.

It turns out that in this world, he is an illusory body, and he is just a spectator, through the memories or visions of others, as he sees the world.

"Child, it's getting late, you keep walking, go to the palace and have a look. ”

The voice was full of melancholy, as if he didn't want Hei Yichen to see that scene, but he had to lead him to see that terrible scene.

"Where is this?"

Hei Yichen asked. Suddenly, he found that he couldn't make any sound.

Hei Yichen sighed, and had to listen to the voice to guide him to a huge wall.

A silver glow of the full moon fell on the earth, casting a hazy yellow light on the inside and outside of the high walls, and the entire vast palace was shrouded in sacredness, mystery and silence.

There were strict guards on the sides of the two big red palace gates, and they turned a blind eye to Hei Yichen's walking figure, still looking around vigilantly.

Hei Yichen stretched out his hand and wanted to push open the heavy palace door, but found that his hand shuttled through without encountering any obstacles at all.

Hei Yichen walked into the palace step by step as if no one was around. Standing in front of the palace gate and looking from afar, the crimson palaces, located under the clear light, appear ancient, lonely, and full of gorgeous and sacred brilliance.