A round of scorching sun hung high in the sky, countless blazing lights poured down, and the steaming ground was covered with a thin layer of ash, and even the space was a little illusory. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The grass on the side of the road was not covered, and it was a little tired of being roasted by the scorching sun, but it still grew strong and did not succumb to the scorching sun.

The humidity in the forest is heavier, but this does not mean that it is cool, it is relentlessly scorched by the sun, and even the mist in the air also turns into steam, which is even more stuffy.

Crossing the forest, pushing through the layers of dense grass, a wide and clear stream, flowing slowly, when the water crossed the boulders in the stream, brought a clear and quiet sound, in this extremely hot weather, brought a touch of coolness.

There was a flat pebble beach by the stream, and when the water was high, the water might overflow the rocky beach, and a few boulders were firmly seated at the water's edge, and I think the women from the surrounding villages would have come here with wooden basins to do their laundry.

Next to the boulder on the rocky beach, there are some relatively broken gray cloth shirts, and under the shadow of the boulder, there seems to be an unreal shadow.

The torn gray cloth shirt and the surface of some pebbles had dry brown stains, as if they were dried and coagulated blood.

It turned out that under the shadow of the boulder was a person.

It was a very clean and youthful face, with no emotion on it, as if it were asleep or as if it were dead.

The young man did not know how long he had been lying under the boulder, maybe a day, maybe two, maybe longer, but in any case, he was not dead, although his breathing was extremely weak, but relatively steady. It was only by looking at his somewhat twisted right arm that I realized that his arm was broken.

The young man is Ziran.

On that day, it rained heavily, and Ran Chuan stabbed out with a sword, and the black mist instantly swirled up, and then, he abandoned the sword and fled with his son.

Lin Xie broke through the fog and disappeared from Ziran, and the majestic rain cut off Lin Xie's idea of continuing to track, indirectly saving the two.

Ran Chuan was first injured by Lin Xie's powerful strength, and even seriously injured his body, and then for some inexplicable reason, an extremely terrifying force suddenly erupted in his body, this force was too terrifying, he couldn't control it, and he couldn't bear it, and then he forcibly fought with Lin Xie, and his body was already on the verge of collapse.

He abandoned his sword and fled, and at last he was exhausted by a stream, and he fell headlong and fell unconscious.

And Ziran's injury is worse than Ranchuan's, although Ranchuan's injury is serious, as long as he doesn't die, meditation recovery can always recover, but Ziran is different.

was first broken by Lin Xie with a punch, and then hit in the abdomen with a punch. In fact, if that's all there is to it, it's nothing, and if you don't die, you can recover quickly.

But in reality, there's more to it than meets the eye.

Lin Xie's punch was extremely vicious and vicious, the cultivator's lower abdomen was the sea of qi, which was the place where the vitality of the body was stored when the fifth realm was not broken, if the sea of qi was broken, there would be nothing that could control these irritable vitality, and at that time, you would not even need others to beat you, and you would be eaten back and die.

And the lower abdomen of ordinary people is the dantian, and people who practice martial arts usually store all their strength here, and the dantian will become extraordinarily condensed, and the strength of those who have not practiced martial arts will also be stored in the dantian, but it is relatively empty. Although the dantian is broken, it will not be eaten back and die, but the strength of the person will be empty, and it will be slaughtered by others.

Usually, the whole body qi is stored in the dantian, and it is just usual.

Zi Ran never stored his qi in the dantian, nor did he store it anywhere, his strength was in himself, in his arms, in his legs, in his waist, in his chest, and in his whole body.

Even so, the destruction of the dantian was also an extremely terrifying injury. The dantian passes through the whole body, the sea of qi is connected to the seven veins, and as soon as the dantian qi sea is broken, the whole body is injured.

Lin Xie's punch almost cut off his vitality, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would die on the spot if this punch continued, even if he survived at that time, he would die because the dantian was broken.

But Ziran is not an ordinary person, he is an incomparably powerful demon hunter, he has killed countless beasts, hunted countless demons, although his body is not as good as Lin Xie, but it is still a lot stronger than ordinary people, and more importantly, he can constantly surpass his limits, which gives him countless hopes.

So, Zi Ran, who was in the shadow of the boulder, opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, and then he closed his eyes again, and it took a long time to digest what had happened, and when he opened his eyes again, there was some pain in his eyes.

His right arm was broken, his dantian was destroyed, the pain had not gone away, and he could clearly feel that his broken right arm was swollen so much that it might even be blistered white. Especially the injury in his lower abdomen, which made him completely unable to move, and even when he woke up, he could only gasp with his eyes open, and there was nothing he could do.

In addition, after a long time of eating, his body has been extremely weak and has no strength at all, and it is difficult for him to even speak now.

He tilted his head slightly, trying to find Ran Chuan, but he didn't have that black and cold figure in his sight.

His mind returned to the day of the heavy rain.

He was unconscious by the stream with Ranchuan, and the rain poured down, and the stream swelled, washing them downstream, and he was washed on this pebble beach, but Ranchuan was not necessarily washed here.

He knew he couldn't put his hopes in that cold young man, because even he didn't know if he was still alive, because he was almost dead.

He lay in the shadow of the cobblestones, calm for a long time, and then trembled as he dipped some water from the cracks in the cobblestones with his only movable arm, and dripped it between his lips.

His eyes were extremely serene, but his face was extremely pale, and he dipped his hand in water several times in succession, making sure that he no longer needed to replenish it, and slowly placed his left hand beside him.

He rested for a long time, and during this time, he kept thinking about how to get out of the next predicament, but he thought for a long time and did not find a useful way, and he couldn't help but think of how no girl who had not left the pavilion came to the river to wash her clothes in a basin. Then he thought of the heavy rain the day before, and presumably those people had also stored a lot of rainwater, where did they still use it to come to the river to do laundry.

After making sure he was almost rested, he put his left hand on the ground, trying to see if he could sit up on his own.

As it turned out, he failed.

Halfway through his sitting, he fell back into the cobblestone, his brow furrowed in pain, as he touched the injury.

If you fall, give up and continue to get up, this is not Ziran's style, his style is to never give up easily.

He continued to rest, gathering strength and waiting for the next one.

The boy lying on the river beach tried hard to stand up, and every time he tried and failed, he would take longer to prepare for the next one.

It was as if he would succeed next time, as if he would never succeed in getting up.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many times he went through, he finally sat up, his back against the huge pebbles with a hint of heat, his pale face with pain, but what he couldn't hide was the smile after he had successfully sat up.