Above the sky, the rolling aura was still surging and endless.

Under the whirlpool of aura, Bai Zhanpeng remained motionless, and there seemed to be no difference from what he had thought before. Above his chest, the weak flame burned more and more.

Time ticked by, I don't know how long it took, the sun in the distance had disappeared behind the foot of the mountain, leaving only patches of dim clouds, barely leaving a faint light.

"Are you coming?"

Looking at the sky, Yuanyi Cangye, who was standing not far in front of Bai Zhanpeng, slowly became serious. muttered to himself.

Sure enough, as soon as Yuanyi's words fell, Bai Zhanpeng's always silent and serene figure suddenly changed.

I saw that above his chest, the faintly burning candle flame had come to an end, and finally flickered for a moment, and finally went out. At the same time, the sound of sacred chanting, reciting indescribable bytes, rose in front of Bai Zhanpeng and sang in a low voice.

Under the Zen sound, the peculiar textures slowly emerge as if engraved in the sky. Then, a trace of flawless, pure, glass-like luster, softly wrapped Bai Zhanpeng's scarred body. It can be seen that under the luster, the wisps of light on Bai Zhanpeng's exhausted body shuttle uncertainly, and the slightest trace of anger seeped out of the darkness and flowed into Bai Zhanpeng's body.

In a short period of time, the skin around Bai Zhanpeng's body actually became like a new life. And the huge scar in front of his body is a miraculous rebirth of flesh and blood, restored as before, and there is no trace of the previous injury.

As the injured body repaired, Bai Zhanpeng's breathing gradually stabilized and soothed, his chest rose and floated regularly, and his expression was extremely peaceful, like a sleeping baby.

After a while, Bai Zhanpeng's eyelids jumped, as if he was about to wake up at any moment. In the corners of his eyes, drops of blood and tears, crystal like jade, kept sliding down from the sky.

On one side, Motoichi Aono, who had been quietly watching, couldn't help but whisper to himself, "Are you awake?"

Rumble!

At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the sky. It rumbled up, like countless boulders crushing from the heavens, and it was endless. The land in front of Bai Zhanpeng, including where Motoichi Sono stood, suddenly fell into endless darkness, and the faint light of the sky was completely obscured.

Standing in the darkness, Aono Motoichi's expression was still unwavering, and his eyes looked at the direction of Bai Zhanpeng without blinking.

From a distance, a huge black sphere appeared in the sky. Around the sphere, countless silk threads are constructed, like spider webs, intricate, vertical and horizontal, interspersed in every corner of the void. Wisps of smoke, like smoke and mist, countless strange black streamers continued to overflow from all over the space, pouring into the sphere along the silk threads.

Within the sphere, at this moment, Bai Zhanpeng's figure had gradually submerged in the black mist. Then, as the black mist continued to condense, around him, it was like a dark and dead deep spring, viscous and cold.

"Dead gas?"

Inside the sphere, Yuanyi Aoye, who was not far from Bai Zhanpeng's body, felt the dead qi that was constantly trying to invade his body, and suddenly snorted coldly. Then, the terrifying murderous aura that was as majestic as the sea around him exploded like blood, and forcefully repelled the seemingly pervasive dead qi.

And Bai Zhanpeng's body, which was deeply submerged in the dead air, seemed to turn into a bottomless pit at this moment, continuously absorbing the dead qi that was wrapped around his body. Gradually, the black curtain that shrouded for several miles, and the return of hundreds of rivers disappeared into Bai Zhanpeng's body. It can be seen that with the influx of dead air, Bai Zhanpeng's body, which was still extremely strong, was slowly dyed with a gloomy and decaying color, and finally cracked and shattered at a visible speed;

In the blink of an eye, Bai Zhanpeng's majestic figure had become like a withered body, drooping and old, and it seemed that he would completely die out at any time. And the dead air is still pouring in. If this continues, Bai Zhanpeng will definitely die!

Aono Motoichi, who witnessed all this, couldn't help but wrinkle together with a pair of thick eyebrows.

"Waste! There are people who are willing to give everything they have to save you!

The indifferent and domineering voice pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and the sharp arrow pierced into Bai Zhanpeng's eardrum.

When the words fell, Bai Zhanpeng's lifeless face actually showed a hideous color. A huge desire for life miraculously erupted.

In Bai Zhanpeng's dead body, Pang Bo's energy surged fiercely, frantically fighting against the endless dead qi that was constantly surging towards his body.

Gradually, the dead qi in Bai Zhanpeng's body was slowly squeezed out, and with the flow of spiritual energy, a little bit of vitality slowly overflowed from this dilapidated body, trying his best to repair this decaying body.

The next moment, Bai Zhanpeng's thin hands slowly bent deeply, shook the short gun in his hand, and suddenly opened his eyes. A bright arc of light bloomed in the sky.

"Sink your mind and carefully comprehend every inch of flesh and blood in your body! ”

Brush!

A gloomy gaze suddenly fell on Motoichi Aono. Coupled with Bai Zhanpeng's extremely hideous face at this time, it can be described as extremely terrifying.

Yuanyi Cangye's expression was indifferent, and he did not dodge or dodge looking at Bai Zhanpeng's lifeless eyes.

After a while, Bai Zhanpeng slowly closed his eyes, and the breath around him gradually disappeared. Like a rock, it stands motionless in the sky.

Seeing this, Cangye Motoichi lifted his official robe and sat quietly not far from Bai Zhanpeng, but he didn't leave.

Time passed, the sun rose and the moon set, and as a ray of light sprinkled from the sky, Bai Zhanpeng's dead body, like the newborn sun, suddenly burst out with endless vitality. At the same time, the surging spiritual power on Bai Zhanpeng's body burst out. The strange thing was that in its original silver-gray spiritual power, there were countless pure white faint spiritual powers. It feels as if the silver-gray spiritual power is carefully caring for this weak spiritual power.

Facing the rising sun, Bai Zhanpeng raised his head slightly, and two lines of tears quietly flowed out again in his closed eyes. And with the rejuvenation of vitality, Bai Zhanpeng's dilapidated body that was not in human form gradually recovered and filled. It only took a short moment, and Bai Zhanpeng's figure looked the same as before. The only difference is that Bai Zhanpeng's long hair was as white as snow at this time.

"Wenzhi, how do you want me to go from here?"

Before, although he was seriously injured by the bombardment of Mobis, his body was unable to fight again. But as a powerhouse in the Heaven Stepping Realm, his consciousness was sober. He knew exactly what was going on.

After opening his eyes and looking around at the Yanggao Mansion, which had become devastated for a week, Bai Zhanpeng's heart at this time no longer had a trace of ups and downs. Just stared into the distance with blank eyes, as if stupid.

seemed to know that Bai Zhanpeng had survived the death tribulation, and the rumbling sound in the sky finally calmed down. At this moment, Bai Zhanpeng suddenly had the feeling of being suspended in the air, and his limbs were pulled and fixed in the void.

The next moment, he only felt that every inch of flesh and blood was covered with countless strange veins. The veins look tiny and inconspicuous with the naked eye, but they are dense and ubiquitous. Strangely, there was no trace of pain during the whole process, and soon he was back to normal.

Unconsciously moved his hands and feet, and a strange feeling appeared in Bai Zhanpeng's heart. At this moment, he deeply felt that he was a foreign body! It seemed that the surrounding environment was rejecting him all the time. The exercises worked, and the surrounding aura gathered together, but it was extremely difficult to enter his body. After repeated efforts, only a small part of the spiritual power was absorbed by Tuna, not even one-tenth of the usual day.

What's even more terrifying is that although Bai Zhanpeng's strength has not regressed, he can no longer summon the Heavenly Ladder Phantom! And the power of the law he had comprehended before had become even more ethereal and difficult to capture, as if he was separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Is this the Floating Massacre of Tomorrow?"

Bai Zhanpeng muttered to himself. Immediately, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp!

"What about Futu tomorrow! What if heaven and earth do not tolerate it! Wenzhi, I will definitely go on the path you have chosen for me! I will not stop until I die!"

After saying that, Bai Zhanpeng turned his head to look into the distance again, and the newborn sun was reflected in his dark pupils.