During the breath, after half a minute, Fang Yang's consciousness returned, the clothes on his body were torn into strips of cloth, and fine and dense wounds appeared on his skin, but he still held the Black Tower firmly in his hand.

Looking behind him, under the diffusion of consciousness, he could no longer feel the group of women carrying the sedan chair, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

The movement just now should have also affected the other party a lot, but it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

A tingling pain suddenly came at this moment.

"Shhh

Fang Yang gasped, and when he looked down, he realized that his left leg was broken, and the part below his knee turned forty-five degrees in a very weird posture, bending inward.

In the lower abdomen, it is pierced by a slender branch.

Touching the top of the head again, it was full of blood, and the skull seemed to be recessed, and the tentacles were uneven!

It hurts, it hurts so much that my brain is dizzy.

But he didn't feel the breath of death, it stands to reason that this kind of injury, if you were an ordinary person, you might be killed directly, but you can still wake up.

Except for pain and dizziness, his legs couldn't move, and Fang Yang didn't feel anything else.

Those tiny wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Fang Yang's mood fluctuated, and he had long realized the special nature of his physique.

This body is very strange, and according to the scientific explanation of the previous life, it may be that the cell multiplication rate is amazing.

If it weren't for the fatal wound, it might indeed be immortal.

After half an hour of respite, Fang Yang felt that his state had recovered and he supported himself to get up.

Because he was holding the Black Tower, he could only pull out his left hand, grasp the branch that ran through his lower abdomen, and slam it hard.

Poof!

Blood splattered.

Fang Yang's eyes darkened, and he twitched in pain.

The will supports the body, and reason reminds him not to slack off.

Quickly tore off a strip of cloth on his body, like a hole, and stuffed it directly into the wound.

He has no medical experience and does not know how to deal with such a serious injury, but he knows that if there is more than blood, he will die even if he is beaten with iron, and there is no way to do it.

He stretched out his hand again, pressed it on his calf, and broke it very brutally to let it return to its place.

After doing this, Fang Yang was already in a cold sweat.

With one leg, he cast a big instant, and he did not hesitate to repeat it several times with his true qi, and went down a hundred miles again.

I found a safe open space, sat cross-legged like this, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, waiting for the injuries on my body to complete the repair by itself.

He knew that cultivators were conscious of perception, so even if they hid in the deep valley of the cave, it was better to be on the ground, and if they encountered a big movement like the one just now, they could at least prevent themselves from being smashed into the rubble.

A little stuffy.

As he expected, monks who have reached the formation stage should be able to cast some floating secret arts, which can avoid a lot of damage caused by physical collisions.

As you can imagine, this kind of secret art is very rare and scarce, otherwise there would not be no record in the Taoist scriptures.

Now I can only rely on foot, which is really troublesome.

Not long after closing his eyes, he suddenly felt a smell of blood in his nose.

He was stunned, and hurriedly opened his eyes again.

My vision pierced through the darkness and saw that the open space a hundred meters away in front of me was full of corpses, soaked in puddles, and the skin and flesh were swollen and rotten.

Because of the darkness of the previous environment, Fang Yang didn't even notice it, and the waterfall hanging from the cliff not far away was even more churning blood.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a pungent smell of corpses.

"It's all disciples who have gone down the mountain......"

Gasped, such a terrifying scene was the first time in his life that he had seen it, even though he had a strong psychological capacity, he still didn't feel his scalp tingle.

This also made him more and more cautious, it is conceivable that if he is caught up by the people of the three major forces and the opponent is strong, then his result will be the same as these corpses.

When I was thinking about it, I found that there was a sudden bright light between heaven and earth.

On the top of the mountain overhead, a golden light floated up, as if it had entered the form, and the whole body was surrounded by true qi.

On the opposite side of it was a hundred-foot vulture, and the eagle was standing on it, and there was also a black light entwined on its body.

The cyclone unleashed by the golden figure tore through the surroundings, sparking sparks on the eagle's stone-solid scales.

Because they were too far apart, except for the huge vulture, which was more conspicuous, the other two became small dots in their sight.

However, Fang Yang also faintly judged that the one bathed in the golden light should be the old immortal master.

Such a vast and mighty power made him can't help but secretly speak.

It didn't take long for countless vultures to gather in the entire heavenly dome, surrounding the golden light figures.

Go forward and follow, not afraid of death!

The huge bird of prey is like a mountain, and when it swoops down towards the golden figure, it is like the top of Mount Tai.

The gods were confused, and the golden light of the training spread, whipping the vulture, and the terrible howl echoed through the nine skies for a while, and then like a whale falling, several huge figures fell into the void.

When you land on the top of the deer low mountain, the earth will shake the mountain.

Fang Yang was bounced like a balloon to a foot high, and his body moved several meters away.

In the bumps, coincidentally and a corroded body fell into the deep tan.

The blood is rushing to the nose, and the smell of rancid is strong.

Grab the carrion with one hand and throw it away.

He understood from the bottom of his mind what it meant for immortals to fight mortals and suffer!

Compared to the level of the old immortal master, he is really no different from a mortal.

With his hands pressed on the shore, he was about to get up with his body propped up.

Suddenly.

There seemed to be something in the water, and he grabbed his ankle at once.

Fang Yang was startled, and instinctively kicked down.

Suddenly, the thing that grabbed his ankle tightened.

Before he had time to think about it, he sat down on the shore with his left hand.

His feet were still soaked in the water, and he could see that his right ankle was firmly grasped by a humanoid palm, and the skin on his hand became swollen and rotten due to soaking, and he grabbed hard, and his nails were almost embedded in his own flesh.

Seeing this, Fang Yang frowned slightly, and with a hook of his right foot, a figure was taken out of the water and smashed on the rocky beach not far away.

"Living?"

When my consciousness came out, I felt a faint hint of vitality.

This person was already unconscious, because of the irrigation, his stomach was bulging like a pregnant woman, his hair was messy, entangled in his entire face, and he was wearing a white Taoist robe that the disciples in the Taoist Academy wore uniformly, so he couldn't distinguish the gender for a while.

But Ju Fang Yang's first impression judged that if his chest was flat, it should be a man.

Stand up, the injury on your leg has almost healed on its own, and you can walk.

The wound in the abdomen also began to scab over.

Picking up a dead branch from the ground, he walked over to the figure in front of him and brushed the hair from the other's cheeks.

A pale face came into view, like gold paper, a little hideous.

From the other party's facial features, Fang Yang felt a trace of familiarity.

Quickly passed through his mind, and then he remembered the other party's name.

Lu Zhouzhou.

It's a woman, I remember meeting it when I was in the drizzle building.

Take a long breath, and the clammy cold air enters the lungs.

Fang Yang looked away from the other party and looked at the top of his head, the collision between the old immortal master and Jing Tingsi became more and more intense.

"You've begged for a blessing. ”

Knowing that he couldn't afford to waste any more time now, he finally looked at the woman on the rocky beach and turned around.

Invisibly, he poked out his true qi, simply laid an enchantment around her, and then jumped and disappeared into the dense forest.