It's useless, I went to Daxitian to see the Buddha before I came back, and he couldn't help it, the most prosperous technique to save people in the galaxy was the Buddha of Daxitian, he had healed the wounds of the God Emperor, and even he had no way What can you do. ”

The abbot of the Holy Courtyard sighed and said.

In his opinion, although Jian Fengyun is peerless, in terms of the art of saving people, he will definitely not be stronger than the Buddha of Daxitian.

"Let me try."

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and he continued.

He could vaguely feel that there was a palpitating force in the wounds of the abbot, which made his injuries more and more serious.

If this is the case, he can completely use his own exercises to absorb and dissolve this power.

However, because the dean's cultivation is too high, and maybe because this injury is too extraordinary, he can't be sure yet, and he needs to see it to know.

"You can see it, but don't be intimidated."

The dean of the Holy Academy saw that Jian Fengyun insisted, and a look of helplessness appeared on his old face, and said.

Anyway, he was already injured, and he wouldn't get bad if he showed Jian Fengyun, so he simply let Jian Fengyun die.

Jian Fengyun stretched out his hand to uncover the white robe on the Holy Dean's upper body.

Suddenly, he was stunned,

What kind of body is this, the well-proportioned body is covered with dense scars, and hardly an inch of skin is intact.

A cursory look at these scars shows that there are at least thousands of them.

There were a few wounds that healed, but the scars left behind were so huge that they almost split the back.

Forcibly calming down the shock in his heart, Jian Fengyun looked at the wound on the dean's left chest.

The wound was a penetrating wound that ran through the heart.

The wound was about three fingers thick, and the flesh had begun to turn black and spread in all directions.

Jian Fengyun lightly placed his hand on the dean's back.

A stream of pure soul power poked out.

In an instant, he felt a surging demonic qi stirring in his heart.

"It's a terrible demonic aura."

Jian Fengyun's eyes sank, the power of this demonic qi surpassed all the demonic qi he had ever seen, and it was even more powerful than the demonic qi emitted by the soul power of the God Emperor in Yin Yang City.

If it weren't for the fact that his soul power realm had reached the silver level, I am afraid that the investigation just now might have been affected by the demonic qi.

It is worthy of an injury that can make the head of the Holy House helpless.

It's scary!

Secretly amazed in his heart, Jian Fengyun's gaze looked at the Dean of the Holy Academy.

With the power of that demonic qi, it continued to wreak havoc near the most fragile heart in his body, and this kind of pain was simply worse than death, and ordinary people would have committed suicide a long time ago.

However, the dean in front of him turned calm and could even laugh.

This shows how strong the dean's state of mind is.

"Say whatever you want, I know my injuries, even if it's bad."

The dean of the Holy Courtyard looked at Jian Fengyun's calm face, and said lightly.

"Nope. There is still a way to solve it. ”

Jian Fengyun came back to his senses, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for knowing the injuries in the body of the Holy Academy, ordinary people would still think that he was just a minor injury, which is why he could communicate with people so calmly.

"Oh, there's a solution?!"

The abbot of the Holy Courtyard was stunned for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Obviously, he didn't expect Jian Fengyun to say that there was a way to solve it, you know, this is something that even the Buddha of Daxitian can't do.

"Well, this method will take a long time, so the dean may have to live in Tianyi Hall these days."

Jian Fengyun nodded.

Indeed, he had a way to deal with the injuries in the Abbot's body.

The most fatal thing about this injury is the demonic qi in the wound, as long as the power of this demonic qi is devoured, without this demonic qi, with the dean's cultivation, it is just a trivial matter to recover a single penetrating wound.

Sword Fengyun's Heaven Devouring Immortal Sutra can just devour any power, and the amount of this demonic qi is very huge for him, so it will take a long time to devour.

Of course, it won't take too long, about ten days or so.

"What's the solution, but do you need peerless divine materials, or is it an elixir?"

The abbot of the Holy Courtyard frowned, and immediately asked.

The demonic qi in his wound was a means left by a sleeping god emperor of the demon clan, and he couldn't force it out with his strength, so in his opinion, Jian Fengyun's method must need to rely on external objects.

"No, the source of the dean's injuries is all due to the demonic energy in the wound, the exercises I practice are quite weird, and they can devour all kinds of power into divine power, so I can help the dean devour the demonic qi in his body."

Jian Fengyun's eyes swept and said.

He wasn't sure if the head of the Holy Academy would guess the Heaven Devouring Inheritance, but he believed that even if he did, he wouldn't do anything to him.

"What?!"

The abbot of the Holy Courtyard was startled, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

In the cloudy eyes, it seemed to remember something, and it instantly became a little weird.

"Dean, don't resist, you can try it now."

Jian Fengyun's eyes froze, and he said immediately.

The abbot of the Holy Courtyard didn't speak, letting Jian Fengyun's hand rest on the wound on his back.

"Devouring the Sky Immortal Sutra!"

A golden glint flashed in Jian Fengyun's eyes.

The next moment, a huge devouring force emanated from his hand and poured into the wounds of the abbot.

Burst!

The wound on his back suddenly cracked open, and then a stream of pitch-black power poured into Jian Fengyun's hand.

After the transformation of the Devouring Immortal Sutra, it turned into pure divine power.

In an instant, Jian Fengyun felt that the spiritual sea in his body was expanding, and he was a little unable to withstand the divine power transformed into magic power.

It took less than ten breaths to swallow it, and Linghai was a little unbearable.

Just when Jian Fengyun felt that he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to stop.

In the center of his spiritual sea, the Heaven Devouring Immortal Sword that alternated between virtual and real suddenly floated up from the spiritual sea.

The rich divine power around him poured into the Heaven Devouring Immortal Sword like a sea of rivers.

In just a few moments, those swollen divine powers were devoured completely.

Jian Fengyun accelerated the urging exercises, and began to devour the surging demonic energy.

The divine power rolled, like a waterfall torrent, rushing into the spiritual sea of sword wind and clouds.

And the Heaven Devouring Immortal Sword, like a bottomless pit, frantically devoured these divine powers.

"You really can!"

The Abbot of the Holy Courtyard looked shocked.

He felt that the magic power in his body, which he couldn't force out no matter what method he used, was actually pulled out by a devouring force, and the number was slowly decreasing.

God, how is this possible?

He felt incredulous.

Could he really be the one the being said to be?

The face of the abbot of the Holy Courtyard became horrified, and a look of remembrance appeared in his old eyes.

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