Giant peak Cui Wei, there is a flat wide land on the top of the mountain, with a radius of hundreds of meters, in front of a cave, there is a smooth and simple rock lying horizontally, and lying on it is the unconscious wind Xiaoyi. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Leaving the valley, the old man in gray brought Feng Xiaoyi here, this giant peak is very high, and the surrounding mountains are small, fully exposed to the blue sky.

Feng Xiaoyi's injuries were very serious, the wounds on his arms were very deep, the flesh and blood in front of his chest were blurred, and Bai Sensen's ribs were vaguely seen, and there were many places all over his body that were bruised and swollen.

The pill that the old man in gray gave him before only had the effect of melting away the blood in his body, and it did not help him recover from his injuries.

After bringing Feng Xiaoyi here, the old man in gray ignored him and stood quietly beside him, as if observing his physical recovery ability.

A large rock protruded above the cave, and the wind below was still in the shade, so he lay there, and the situation was relatively good.

Watching like this, the old man in gray had no distractions, the scorching sun slowly transformed into the west, and the blood-colored remnant sun poured out, bringing the dusk of the day.

When night fell, darkness covered the whole land, and after a day passed, Feng Xiaoyi still did not wake up, and the old man in gray was like a towering boulder, guarding there.

The night seemed to pass quickly, the next day the sun rose in the east, and wisps of gentle sunlight crawled out of the distant eastern sky, at this moment, after another night of sleep, Feng Xiaoyi's injuries actually improved significantly.

The old man in gray looked at those wounds, his face was solemn and rigorous, and if he could see it, he would find that Feng Xiaoyi's body, perhaps because of yesterday's serious injury stimulation, evoked a misty light energy, and his flesh and blood had a misty halo.

It was under the effect of this misty halo that Feng Xiaoyi's self-healing ability reached an astonishing and even terrifying level, and all aspects of his body were recovering in full force.

Of course! The misty aura emanating from the flesh and blood in his body was impossible for others to see or feel, and it was difficult for even those strongest people in heaven and earth to find it.

Only a person like the old man in gray who has had that misty bead for a long time can barely feel it, otherwise it will be difficult for him to notice.

"It seems that it is true as rumored, and it has a strong self-healing ability."

The gray-clothed old man groaned in his heart, this is just the beginning, but at this recovery speed, Feng Xiaoyi's serious injuries of this magnitude will only take three or five days at most, and he will definitely be healed unharmed.

You have to understand that if it were someone else, it would not take a month or two for them to heal as usual, and in comparison, it is enough to see how big the gap is.

"Then he really can't die."

The old man in gray muttered to himself, he didn't know what he wanted to do, he was still waiting, and after a few hours, Feng Xiaoyi's injuries had improved a little, and it seemed that he could almost wake up from his coma.

But at this moment, the old man in gray moved, he grabbed Feng Xiaoyi's shirt with one hand, and carried the latter out to the open and flat ground in front of the cave.

"Bang!"

The old man in gray threw it casually, Feng Xiaoyi fell to the ground, this fall was not light, and the shock made a thin slit open in the wound on his chest, and blood flowed out slowly.

There was a slight blur of consciousness, and the pain from the wound made Feng Xiaoyi's face a little hideous, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

It was noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the wind on the ground was exposed to the scorching sun, for a long time, like being in a furnace, the flames burned the wound, and the feeling was simply painful.

The wounds on his body, the wounds on his arms, were dried and cracked by the sun, the blood was like a thin stream, his face was sometimes distorted, and his body was sometimes lightly entangled, even if he was asleep, he could not bear this pain.

It's like being trapped in a nightmare and can't wake up, and I feel as if I've fallen into a sea of fire, and I've been struggling desperately, but I can't escape the entanglement of this nightmare.

I could only helplessly watch myself being burned by the flames, burning the flesh and blood all over my body, screaming viciously, screaming in horror, screaming like a demon, and everywhere was a terrifying scene like purgatory on earth.

The old man in gray was watching Feng Xiaoyi's painful and terrifying face from the side, he didn't care at all, he just focused on the blood that flowed from the crack of the wound.

Time passed little by little, but Feng Xiaoyi felt that it was going very slowly, like a long and endless night, and I don't know how long it was, it felt like it was a long time, and the pain had been haunted all the time, and it was already almost numb to the senses, and the pain was slowly lessening.

At this moment, it is already dusk, and he has been exposed to the sun for a day, and the setting sun has brought him a little pain, and the night is coming, the bright moon rises into the sky, and the bright moonlight is as soft as water.

The gray-clothed old man moved again, he grabbed Feng Xiaoyi on the ground, and immediately released his palm and placed it above the latter's head, and a gentle force gushed out, keeping Feng Xiaoyi in a volley posture.

As soon as the palm of his hand flipped, a array disk suddenly appeared above the palm of the gray-clothed old man, his arm shook slightly, and a light array on the array disk condensed, quickly enlarged, and was the size of a hundred zhang, and the volley slowly ran against the ground.

After the formation was constructed, the old man in gray put away the formation plate, and then turned around and walked away.

"Bang la la"

There seems to be a slight sound of running water, and if you look from the outside, you will see a light array running almost against the ground, and Feng Xiaoyi is sitting in the center of the array, and the bright moon in the sky is falling with a wisp of silver-white moonlight, flowing like a milky way.

Under the attraction of the formation, the moonlight gathered one by one, and the light moonlight did not stop Feng Xiaoyi, which felt like a spring breeze, bringing people a comfortable feeling, which greatly relieved the severe pain on Feng Xiaoyi's body.

Under the bath of the moonlight, Feng Xiaoyi's painful expression slowly disappeared, and the laceration in the wound on his body also accelerated the healing strength.

The night passed, the bright moon sank into the mountain, the formation dispersed by itself, Feng Xiaoyi also fell to the ground again, and those cracks at this time were all closed.

After a night of recuperation, the pain in Feng Xiaoyi's face had disappeared, and with the arrival of the day, the scorching sun rose, and he was exposed to the scorching sun, and the wound was cracked, and the feeling of unhappiness returned.

Still like yesterday, the old man in gray exposed the wind to the sun for another day, and the cracks on his body from time to time leaked out of a thin stream of blood, and whenever he wanted to lack blood, the old man in gray went to catch a low-level demon beast and poured the beast blood into his mouth to replenish it.

At night, the old man in gray reconstructed the formation, gathering the moonlight, which not only relieved the pain, but also played some role in warming the wounds.

And in this so-called torture, Feng Xiaoyi has always been made unconscious, every day seems to be wandering on the edge of death, if he wants to die and can't die, it's simply better to live than to die!

As the days passed, Feng Xiaoyi's body seemed to be stimulated step by step, and his self-healing ability became stronger and stronger, but in five or six days, the wounds on his body had healed to the point that it would be difficult to crack again even if he was exposed to the sun.

Seeing this scene, the gray-clothed old man's face turned cold, and he actually came up with another formation, gathering the scorching sunlight during the day, and a large area of flame energy fluctuated, like a flame burning!

And after the old man in gray did this, Feng Xiaoyi's wound was burned and cracked, and even the blood that flowed out was hot and hot, and the blood mist was filled.

Seven days have passed, and the solar flame energy gathered in the formation during the day has begun to strengthen day by day, although the degree of increase is not very large, but it still tortures Feng Xiaoyi to death.

This torture continued until more than a month, when the old man in gray finally let go of Feng Xiaoyi, stopped the exposure of the sun to him, and the light moonlight at night eliminated the pain, and finally made Feng Xiaoyi's face change back to its usual calm.

Stepping into the formation that gathered the moonlight, the old man in gray was expressionless, stuffed a healing elixir into Feng Xiaoyi's mouth, and then took him back to the rock in front of the cave and let him lie there.

After more than a month, the injuries on Feng Xiaoyi's body have almost all healed, but the old man in gray has new injuries every day, so he has not been able to heal.

Now he stopped and swallowed another healing pill for Feng Xiaoyi, so in just one night, the wounds on his chest and arms had healed and scabbed over, falling off, leaving no scars, as if new flesh and skin had been born overnight.

When Feng Xiaoyi woke up, his heavy eyelids opened with difficulty, and wisps of bright light came into his eyes, and the scorching sun in the distance shone brightly, and the space was faintly distorted.

Pain! It hurts a lot!

This is Feng Xiaoyi's first feeling after waking up, his body seems to have been weighed down by Xiongshan, and it took half an hour to recover, and there was no injury on his body, but there was still residual pain.

Soon I saw that the old man in gray next to him stood coldly, silent, and waited until he got used to it, only to see him say coldly: "If you don't die, get up for me!" ”

During the period when Feng Xiaoyi was in a coma, he only subconsciously felt as if he had fallen into a sea of fire, not knowing that the old man in gray had been treating him with torture all along.

"Even today, no more, no less, it's a month and a half, do you know how you came over during this period?" As soon as he got up, the cold voice of the old man in gray came again.

Feng Xiaoyi was surprised, he didn't expect that he had been in a coma for a month and a half, and then he replied with a calm face: "I don't know!" ”

"Then I'll tell you now, since that day I was injured, every day I have thrown you outside, let the scorching sun expose your wounds, until they crack, until they bleed, and you will be in pain all the time!"

The old man in gray didn't hide it, he didn't leave anything to say, Feng Xiaoyi listened to it and his face twitched slightly, no wonder he was so worse than dead, it turned out that he was doing it.

Until now, there is still an inexplicable pain in his chest, which is a pain that shocks the soul, and can make people feel palpitations for the rest of their lives!

"What? In your eyes, I see a flame of soul rage, are you resenting me? The old man in gray sneered unkindly.

"There is no resentment, but if these actions of yours are disregarding my life, I will not turn a deaf ear!" Feng Xiaoyi said coldly.

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