Chen Feng held Feng Xiaohan and gently placed him on the grass.

At this time, Chen Feng's hand no longer had that mysterious glimmer, and the 'Feng Yuan' had already passed through Feng Xiaohan's flesh and sealed his dantian.

On that day, He Xirou and the assassin each used a sword, and the walls of Zizhu Courtyard, including the stove room, were shattered into rubble, but fortunately, Zizhu and the remaining two wooden houses were carved with formations to avoid being affected, and people were just recruited to rebuild this place yesterday.

Due to the purple bamboo's independent absorption of spiritual energy, the small grass and wildflowers here have been reborn, and the growth is gratifying, and even a sapling has grown in the corner.

In the distance is a sea of green leaves and bamboo, and the flowers and plants are growing nearby, and the ruins of the Zizhu Temple look like a ruined temple that has been abandoned for many years in the deep mountains, and it looks more and more desolate in the moonlight.

Chen Feng sighed, not knowing whether it was for his beloved disciple or for the scenery in front of him.

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I don't know how long it took, Feng Xiaohan woke up, but he didn't open his eyes immediately, but first concentrated for a moment, and then looked inward.

Feng Xiaohan's divine sense swept over the mountains, through the stream, and along the complex river of meridians, and then stopped in front of the cave under the mountain.

The pylorus was already halfway open, and the current was noticeably thicker than the water of the Mimi stream when it first came here.

But there were other changes, a faint beam of light formed a circle within him, encircling the entire mountain, and the center of the circle was the Hidden Mansion.

"It seems that this is 'Feng Yuan', it can actually form its own formation in the body, and the method of Mochizuki Pavilion is really magical. ”

This formation can indeed seal Sancheng Yuan Qi, but it will only work when his Yuan Qi is about to be less than this amount, and it will not affect the normal operation of Yuan Qi at ordinary times.

When Feng Xiaohan "saw" the aperture, he already had insight into the mystery, but the lifting method was unknown, and he didn't dare to try.

The next moment, his divine consciousness returned to the sea of knowledge, and then he opened his eyes.

He could still feel a slight pain in his abdomen, Chen Feng's punch made him suffer a slight internal injury, but he had healed at this moment, as early as when he was in the Barbarian Domain, he found that he had a better healing ability than a demon beast, this was especially prominent after coming to the human world, the white fat man and the sick seedling and other disciples who participated in the battle are still bedridden, but he can already wander around lively.

Feng Xiaohan sat up and looked around, only to see the spirit insects chirping slightly, and the bamboo leaves swaying gently, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Feng had already left.

He knew that the master was doing this for his own good, but he also knew that when he encountered an enemy, as long as he still had the strength to fight again, he would definitely choose to fight hard, even if it was with physical strength.

This is not the hot-blooded and willful reserve of the teenager, but his nature.

Unless he encounters an absolutely strong man who can easily crush him, nothing can make him turn around and run away.

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Four days passed in a blink of an eye, and Chen Feng came to Zizhu Courtyard to pick up Feng Xiaohan and go to Langya Peak.

The walls of Zizhuyuan have been rebuilt, but the stove room has not yet been repaired.

He Xirou suddenly remembered yesterday that his good junior brother had not eaten the bamboo shoot black chicken soup he made well, so he promised to make it for him to eat when the stove room was rebuilt. As soon as Feng Xiaohan heard that there was something to eat, he readily agreed.

After seeing the master and apprentice leave, He Xirou stood in front of the door for a long time, then laughed at herself, and said in her heart: "When did I become so concerned about the safety of others?"

Chen Feng and the others came to the thatched hut on the cliffside of Langya Peak and bowed.

Guo Mingzhe's voice came out, and he smiled: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, come in." ”

Just like last time, Guo Mingzhe put two fingers against his eyebrows to check the slight changes in the toxins in his body.

The black line on Feng Xiaohan's neck spreads downward for one point, and it will extend to the whole body in two years, and even if it is a saint at that time, it will be useless.

After a long time, Guo Mingzhe withdrew his two fingers and asked him to wait in another hut first.

Chen Feng asked, "Uncle Shi, how is it?"

Guo Mingzhe said slowly: "Those toxins have not undergone major changes in his body, and Xiao Han has even reduced the number of toxins by a few points with his extraordinary recovery ability. ”

Chen Feng smiled and said, "This is a good thing. ”

"Yes, but the ink candle is deeply rooted, and no matter how weakened it is, it is only a drop in the bucket, and in the end, it will have to rely on external forces to detoxify. ”

Guo Mingzhe nodded slightly and said, "What do I want you to prepare?"

Chen Feng handed him the bag in his hand, Guo Mingzhe put the things neatly on the table, arranged them in a square formation, put the crescent stone in the middle of the formation, and then dripped the ever-bright lamp oil on the crescent stone.

At the moment when the lamp oil dripped down, the faint light around the crescent stone suddenly became brighter, and the surrounding aura throbbed with it.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, a surprise flashed in his eyes, and said, "This is ......"

Guo Mingzhe waved his hand, signaling him not to speak, and then spread out his palm, where a trace of black swimming qi was writhing, as if struggling to break free from his restraints.

This was the trace of toxin he had captured in Feng Xiaohan's body seven days ago.

Chen Feng's face changed, and he said in his heart: "I thought that the ink candle poison was just a powerful toxin that I had never seen, but now it seems that it is far more than that." ”

Guo Mingzhe didn't see the change in his expression, but forced the black swimming qi to the crescent moon stone with the force of his palm, and obed with what was going to happen next.

I saw that the moment the toxin encountered the crescent stone, it seemed to be put into the snow in the brazier, which melted in an instant and finally completely annihilated. But the crescent stone also lost its previous spirituality, and even some subtle cracks appeared on the surface, and the other four things were directly shattered into powder.

Guo Mingzhe's face became gloomy, and he said: "It seems that the ink candle is really not an idle thing, and it needs to be paid attention to." ”

Hearing his words, Chen Feng's face also changed, and a character like him could change color for it, what kind of thing was that?

"Uncle Shi, what is this ink candle, can Xiao Han's poison still have a solution?"

"This ink candle should be a product left over from the war of gods and demons, and the antidote to poison has long been lost, but it is not completely hopeless. ”

Guo Mingzhe answered very briefly or deliberately avoided his first question, and said: "What I just put on is a square formation, the crescent stone is the essence of the moon, and the lamp oil of the Changming fairy lamp is the product of the sun. ”

Chen Feng frowned slightly, and said, "You mean, use the treasure of Yang to Yin, and then extract the innate qi from it and pour it into Xiao Han's body?"

Guo Mingzhe nodded calmly, making Chen Feng gasp.

The conditions for using heaven and earth treasures to produce innate qi are extremely harsh, first of all, the yin and yang poles must be completely balanced, otherwise it will only be a situation of mutual restraint and then explosion, and the "fryer" phenomenon that often occurs when alchemy apprentices refine pills is the result of the imbalance of yin and yang in the furnace.

Secondly, the combination of a treasure like a crescent stone and immortal lamp oil can only produce a very weak innate qi, and the quality of the treasures needed to obtain a sufficient amount of innate qi is unimaginable.

"But more importantly, Xiao Han's body must be able to withstand such power. ”

Guo Mingzhe rubbed the tiny cracks on the surface of the crescent stone and said, "Otherwise, everything will be in vain." ”

Balance, quality, and endurance are all indispensable.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible, unless it's a miracle.

"Nothing is impossible. ”

Guo Mingzhe looked at Chen Feng, his tone was flat and seemed a little natural, and said: "Xiao Han has a lot of miracles, and even he himself is a miracle, so I believe that he can create miracles again." ”

There are many people who can survive in the Savage Realm because they are strong enough, but it is impossible for anyone to live there, not even a saint.

So there is nothing more miraculous than a child without the slightest cultivation who has lived alone in the Savage Domain for twelve years.

The miracle they need now is nothing compared to this miracle.