The pain and horror of a person watching his body being torn apart and reassembled by some powerful force is definitely not something that ordinary people are willing to try.

How Zhang Wuji wished he could faint with a crooked head now. But his spirit was so high that it was hard to faint. And this exuberant spirit made his pain nerves more developed, and the feeling that his soul was trembling made him think of suicide.

Obviously, it is difficult for him to commit suicide at this time.

Xiao Zhang Wuji evolved spontaneously after devouring the idol, and Zhang Wuji's pain was just a by-product of this evolution. In this regard, the two obviously did not communicate well.

Time in the spiritual realm seemed to stand still, and Zhang Wuji couldn't estimate how long he had been in pain, and he couldn't care about thinking about anything else, so he could only roar consciously. Since he couldn't faint, he could only keep his consciousness awake. Beware of going crazy with the pain.

I don't know how long it hurts, because he won't be hungry, he won't be sleepy, he will hurt. When the pain disappeared, I felt that my eyes were dark, and I immediately grinned.

"It hurts!" The first thing he felt after regaining control of his body was the pain of cramping and peeling.

Zhang Wuji was exhausted, although he was in pain to death, he still couldn't faint, but he fell backwards as soon as his body was weak.

Wei Yixiao saw that Zhang Wuji moved, and hurriedly supported him.

"Sect Master, how are you feeling?"

Zhang Wuji's mouth squirmed a few times, but he couldn't make a sound, only a hoarse "Hehe" sound, and bursts of sharp pain came from his throat. I wanted to use the Jiuyang True Qi to use the method of transmitting sound into the secret, only to find that the body had already been a thief and went to the empty building, and the strong Jiuyang True Qi in the past was gone.

I could only wave my hand with difficulty to show that I was fine. As long as he can control his body, he is full of confidence.

Hou Cheng, Fan Yao, Zhuang Zheng and others surrounded him, only to see Zhang Wuji's face pale and twisted, the skin on his neck was open, and the blood was still flowing non-stop, all of them were worried about him.

"Sect Master, how about my subordinates stop the bleeding for you first?" Wei Yi said with a smile.

Zhang Wuji nodded slightly.

Wei Yixiao stretched out his finger and clicked a few times on his acupoints, and the amount of bleeding immediately became much smaller, and he was about to bandage his neck, but looking at the bloody neck in front of him, he really didn't know how to start.

Zhang Wuji leaned on Wei Yixiao, stretched out his right index finger with difficulty and dipped it in the blood on the ground, raised it, looked at everyone, and signaled.

His throat couldn't make a sound, Jiuyang's true qi was completely gone, and the strength of Xingyi's inner family was now absolutely useless, which would only accelerate the collapse of his body. But now that communication is the most important, this is the only way to go.

Everyone reacted at a glance, and when they looked at each other, Wei Yixiao's body was covered in blood, and his clothes were inferior to beggar's clothes, Zhuang Zheng, Hou Cheng and others were also injured, and their clothes were stained with blood, but although Fan Yao's body was covered with blood, it was all the blood of the enemy.

Fan Yao ripped off the collar, tore off a piece of cotton cloth from his underwear, squatted beside Zhang Wuji, and stretched the cloth straight and flat.

This loyal man couldn't help but burst into tears as he looked at Zhang Wuji's bloody neck.

Zhang Wuji really couldn't comfort him, and with difficulty he lifted his finger and wrote on the cloth: "Bat ...... Finger...... Brandish...... The big picture, I ...... Need...... Quiet...... Raise. ”

"Sect Master, do you mean to let the Bat King command the overall situation and give you a place to recuperate?"

Zhang Wuji nodded with difficulty, and turned his head with difficulty to look in the direction of the wooden tower.

"Sect Master, don't worry, we will rescue the leaders of the six major factions." Wei smiled solemnly.

Zhang Wuji's heart was relieved, his eyes were closed, and he fainted.

"Master."

……

"Brothers, do not be in a hurry, do your duty, do your own thing, with the power of the master, it is only a matter of time before it recovers." Wei Yixiao hugged Zhang Wuji and said.

"Obey."

…….

Looking at Zhang Wuji's flesh-and-blood neck, everyone's eyes flashed with a hot gaze, and they all started to do things within the scope of their duties.

Dozens of milky white lusters filled with divine brilliance rushed towards the World Tree in the Sea of Divine Consciousness in an unknown passage.

Hou Cheng and his guards put a stretcher aside, and Hou Cheng also reacted, taking out a roll of clean gauze from the special backpack of their personal guards and gently wrapping Zhang Wuji's neck a few times.

Wei Yixiao put Zhang Wuji on the stretcher and stood up beside him.

"Hou Cheng, the pro-guard team will not leave to protect the sect leader, understand?" Wei smiled and said solemnly.

"Yes, Bat King." Hou Cheng's voice was a little choked.

"Zhuang Zheng, get ready for a tough battle."

"Yes, Bat King."

"Brother Fan, I'm sorry for you to go up to the wooden tower to see Brother Ouyang and the heroes of the six major factions."

"Okay." Fan Yao turned around and rushed towards the wooden tower.

"Brothers, hurry up and dress your wounds and recuperate, there is still a great battle waiting for us tonight." Wei Yixiao's voice was not very high, but it clearly reached the ears of every Mingjiao person in the courtyard.

Zhang Wuji's eyes closed and he fainted, but he fainted consciously. The physical injury is too serious, and at the moment, the only way to enter the sea of knowledge is to find a way to feed the body with the World Tree, and only after recovering the ability to move can he think otherwise.

Consciousness has entered the sea of knowledge many times, and he is familiar with this. Just as soon as he entered the sea of knowledge, he was startled.

I saw that the entire sea space had become more than five or six times larger, and the World Tree had almost doubled, and now it was really a bit of a leafy one. Under the tree stood a juvenile version of Zhang Wuji with his eyes closed.

Zhang Wuji's consciousness and mind moved to the bottom of the World Tree, looking at the familiar figure in front of him, exactly the same as when he had just returned to the land, that glance and nose were so clear and kind.

This may be a magical mirror that allows people to see their past selves.

Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand and touched the cool World Tree, looking at the figure in front of him with a thousand thoughts. These are his most precious treasures, but these treasures come very strangely and suddenly. Although they were precious, he had no way to use them.

The memories of the two lives, especially the memories of Zhang Gong in the previous life. Although that world is dominated by steel jungles, the cultural industry in that world is quite developed, and many immortal characters who can fly into the sky and even cosmic wars have been created in films, television and literary works.

But that's all fake, there are no such creatures in reality. Whether it is the cultivation of the true qi internal force now or the cultivation of the inner fist in the future, no such character has been born.

So his cultivation path seemed to have come to an end, and he didn't know what to do next. It wasn't until he met the Yin Yang Archmage that he knew that there were really some transcendent people in this world.