The shattered chest was filled with a black storm, and blood spun and scattered, scattering on the stone walls on both sides of the cave.

"Spirit Snake, evil qi, I need more evil qi!" Ye Changsheng said in a deep voice, and he didn't know if the spirit snake could understand it.

From the time the killer shot to the time he escaped into the cave, it happened in less than ten breaths, but in it, there were countless moments of life and death.

Under the instinct of survival, Ye Changsheng almost overdrew all the energy in his body.

Especially when he decided to take a punch from the Edgesmith, he almost arranged all the energy in his body in his chest, and used the dragon elephant defense, almost emptying the energy of the seventh-level floating slaughter.

Changsheng was very conscious, and his hard response to that punch was extremely dangerous, but it was also his only chance to escape.

Otherwise, he would not be able to break through the canyon that was inherently guarded by half a step, let alone use his flesh and blood to crash through the mouth of the cave.

Despite Changsheng's decision and preparedness, he underestimated the swordsman's strength.

The swordsman's punch not only shattered his sternum, but also moved his internal organs out of position.

The cold qi that invaded his body, along with the energy that had invaded before, had even messed up his meridians.

Without the five organs shattering and dying, Ye Changsheng was already a blessing in misfortune.

Now that his body was completely empty, all the spirit cores in the acupuncture hole had dimmed, and the seventh-level floating slaughter in the Spirit Sea Space was also hidden in the darkness.

If he wants to activate the fourth self-healing technique of the "Secret Record of the Floating Slaughter", Mo Lian, he needs more energy, and he needs more evil qi to transform energy.

He had to use his precious time to regain some strength as quickly as possible before he could deal with the killers who were chasing him.

The Purple Shadow Spirit Snake, which was dragging Ye Changsheng to fly, suddenly stopped when he heard Ye Changsheng's words.

The next moment it seemed to remember something, and hurriedly flew upward, its petite body almost clinging to the top wall.

Fortunately, the master grabbed the immortal sword with both hands, and when his body fell down, he didn't drag it to the ground.

Ahead, there was a three-way intersection, and every cave passage was dark, and it was unknown where it led.

The Purple Shadow Spirit Snake followed Ye Changsheng to the ancient tomb and knew that the master preferred a place with a heavy aura, so it sensed it, and its body stiffened violently, flying towards the passage on the far right.

Ye Changsheng's body was flattened again, flying forward sideways, and the pain in his body was also reduced a lot.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, this underground labyrinth had many forks, and the gloomy aura covered the aura on his body.

Otherwise, the swordsmen who were tracking him would have caught up with him.

However, with the strength of that swordsman, it was only too long before he caught up with him, so every minute and every second counted.

"Suck up!" Ye Changsheng snorted again, and the "Secret Record of the Floating Slaughter" of the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique was activated, and a black storm rolled up in his chest.

The yin qi continued to enter his chest, quickly transforming into floating slaughter energy, flowing into the spiritual sea space, and injecting into the seventh-level floating slaughter.

The seven-story pagoda in the dark, the fourth layer, suddenly revealed a faint light.

Immediately, the self-healing ability of "Mo Lian" was automatically activated, and the energy of the floating slaughter flowed out of the four-story tower, wandering towards Ye Changsheng's internal organs.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand that straightened Ye Changsheng's displaced five organs, eliminated the cracks on the surface of the organs, and reconnected the broken blood vessels.

Ye Changsheng twitched in pain, but his eyes flashed with joy.

"Mo Lian"'s self-healing ability is even stronger than he imagined, as long as the five internal organs are saved, his life can be regarded as truly preserved.

"Hey, how can the evil aura in front of you be so strong?" Ye Changsheng suddenly sensed something, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

When the Purple Shadow Spirit Snake flew to a corner, Ye Changsheng hurriedly said, "Stop!"

The Purple Shadow Spirit Snake hurriedly stopped, its body flew high, and it stuck to the top wall again.

It sensed something, too, and lifted its triangular head, as if looking upwards.

Above its body, there was a circular hole, and the cold air was constantly escaping from the hole, and the evil qi that Ye Changsheng sensed was also emitted from here.

"Spirit snake, let me down. Ye Changsheng commanded.

The evil aura emanating from here was so powerful that it was enough for him to suppress the serious internal injuries, regain some strength, and give him a desperate chance.

In this huge labyrinth, if he simply escaped, he would definitely not be able to escape, and he would eventually die.

In that case, it's better to take a gamble.

Holding the erected Immortal Sword in his hand, Ye Changsheng was sweating in pain, and finally sat down cross-legged in the posture of "Snake Dance".

The evil qi above his head was sprinkled on his body like a rain, and Ye Changsheng inhaled intoxicatedly.

The storm rumbled and swirled in his chest, and the seventh-level floating slaughter in the Spirit Sea space was covered with a faint light.

In the four-story tower space, the light flashes, and the healing energy flows throughout the body.

Gradually, Ye Changsheng's body was also covered with a layer of black light, like a black jade statue in the dark.

A faint black mist filled the surroundings, entangled with the light outside the body, and a black lotus flower was both real and illusory.

When the black mist was so thick that it could not be increased, the petals of the lotus flower finally took shape and stretched outward lightly.

Black streamers flashed from the nine petals, and the nine huge petals slowly closed, wrapping Ye Changsheng's body in it.

The speed of self-healing has suddenly doubled!

Ye Changsheng was pleasantly surprised: "Mo Lian, this is the real Mo Lian!"

If it was said that before, there was only one invisible big hand that was helping Ye Changsheng heal his internal injuries and heal his wounds, but now, at least a dozen invisible big hands were piercing into his body and coming out of his body.

The five internal organs become stable and begin to function normally again.

The allogeneic energy flowing in the chest cavity was invisibly obliterated, bringing a sense of relaxation, accompanied by fresh pain.

Black blood mixed with necrotic muscles and fascia, as well as fragmented fragments, kept shooting out of the body, wetting the clothes on his body.

The ribcage has finally been regained.

Ye Changsheng was relieved, and under the multitasking of his heart, he urged the worry-free prayer bead in his wrist again, and the vitality that entered his body suddenly increased.

Ignoring the shattered sternum, Ye Changsheng harnessed the energy in his body and began to clean up the alien energy that had invaded the meridians.

Most of these invading energies were left behind by the three half-step innate killers, and the most of them was the Yin and Cold Qi of the Imperial Sword Master.

They are coiled in the meridians, and even occupy the acupuncture points, still unconsciously flowing around.

Although they are not fatal, they disrupt the normal functioning of the body's energy and leave many hidden wounds.

Only by allowing the meridians to return to unobstructed can Ye Changsheng concentrate all the strength of his body and burst out in an instant.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to fight hard.

"Buzz, buzz!"

In the heart part, the Demon Heart Sword suddenly trembled slightly.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but sigh secretly, time was not enough after all.

Swordsman, catch up.