In the face of the self-explosion of the second elder of the Han family, although I understood that this self-explosion would bring terrifying destructive power, and I tried my best to escape, but the speed of my escape was still not fast enough, and the second elder of the Han family, who burned his spiritual power, was far faster than me. The moment I was hit by the second elder of the Han family, my body had already lost control, but I didn't give up the chance to escape because my body lost control, and still followed the direction of the impact, trying my best to stay away from the center of the self-detonation, and finally the self-detonation shock wave knocked me down on the Cloud Mountain.

But these are still not enough, so that I can avoid breaking my bones from the self-explosion of a great cultivator. But why didn't I break my bones with the second elder of the Han family who blew himself up?

It was because at the moment when I was hit, a small tree more than a meter high, feeling the danger of my life, appeared behind me. The moment the little tree appeared, I just tried to run away, so I didn't feel this magical scene. The appearance of the small tree helped me block most of the self-detonation shockwaves, so I was able to avoid the fate of being crushed and falling into the cloudy mountains.

With the small tree taking on most of the shockwave, I avoided being crushed, but I still couldn't escape the residual power of the self-explosion, and I was still shot down in the cloudy mountains by the remaining shockwave.

I was like a puddle of mud, my flesh and blood were blurred, my meridians were destroyed, my spiritual power was emptied, I was weak, and I was lying in a coma in the clouds and mountains.

Time passed slowly, the strong sunlight stung my eyes, and I finally regained consciousness, my mind still in a mess, trying to get rid of the headache, thinking about everything I had been hit against. I opened my eyes slightly, and the sunlight shone on my body through the gaps in the leaves, and I wanted to feel my physical state with my spiritual power, but I found that my spiritual power was almost completely empty. Gently move my arms, lift my legs, move my head slightly, and even take a deep breath, there are bursts of tingling sensation, which makes me break out in a cold sweat, and my newly awake consciousness is almost unconscious because of the pain again.

No matter how hard it is now, no matter how painful it is, I have to try to move. Because I understand that in the current situation, if I go unconscious again, I may never wake up again. Enduring the severe pain all over his body, he struggled to turn over his body, and moved to a giant tree with difficulty, and every time he climbed a step, a cold sweat broke out all over his body. Half a day's crawling was no more than a meter away, and it was less than a meter away, and it took me a little bit of strength to recover from my coma, exhausting all my willpower, and finally succeeded in reaching the bottom of the giant tree. After adjusting and recovering for a while, I got up with difficulty, sat down with my back against the giant tree, and entered meditation.

The most important thing for me now is to recover some spiritual power and enter the cave of the steep waterfall, where is the place where I can safely recuperate. Now this place is too dangerous, and anyone who passes by can give me a fatal blow.

I entered a meditative state and came to another dimension of me. The first time he flashed to the small tree, although the little tree was still here, all the branches had been broken, all the leaves had fallen to the ground, and only a withered trunk stood in front of him, and even the withered trunk was scarred.

How a miserable can describe the little tree at this time.

Only the aura that slowly flowed into the small tree made me feel that the small tree that had been destroyed in every way still had a little breath of life.

Fortunately, no matter how badly I was injured, I was able to do whatever I wanted when I entered this space. I tried to use the little spiritual power I could only muster to establish a connection with the little tree. Although this trace of spiritual power could not do anything, it still succeeded in connecting me with the little tree.

With the slightest hint of spiritual power output and input, my spiritual power is also recovering at an extremely slow speed.

Day after day, the sun rose and set, and after three months, I sat motionless and meditated, the leaves of the giant trees outside covering my body. At this time, even if someone passes by here, it is impossible to find that there is such a cultivator sitting here under this pile of leaves.

In three months, I have more spiritual power available, although it is less than one percent of my strength, but I think it is enough for me to climb the cliff behind the waterfall.

Brushing away the fallen leaves, I went to the waterfall, took a shower, changed into a set of clean clothes, climbed the cliff, and entered the cave behind the waterfall.

After three months of recovery, the external injuries of the body have basically healed, and the spiritual power that can be used is also being drained again in the cave. The little tree is still so miserable, only a withered trunk remains, but fortunately, in these three months, the little tree can still establish contact with me, otherwise I really don't know when and what month I can have spiritual power to come to this cave.

Sigh again and continue to practice and recover, day after day, year after year.

In three months, a great cultivator named Mo Yu, who stepped into the realm of knowing fate at the age of only eleven or twelve, in order to avenge the destruction of the Song family twenty years ago, entered Liancheng alone to challenge the Han family, and successively destroyed the two elders of the Han family who had already stepped into the realm of knowing fate, and forced the two elders of the Han family, and finally died with a self-explosion, which has already spread throughout the entire Qinglong Empire.

In this world, there are not many people in this Blue Dragon Empire who know Mo Yu, and even more people just sigh that a cultivation genius who is rare in tens of thousands of years has fallen like this. Those few people who know me also have different feelings.

The old lady of the Song family, Uncle Laifu, knew that there was a young man named Mo Yu who went to Liancheng alone, in order to avenge the destruction of the Song family, and finally died with the second elder of the Han family. The two of them dried their tears, only calling God why he was so unfair.

"Although your life is as short as a shooting star, it also shines with its own light."

At Qinghe College, President An stood in my practice room on the seventh floor, staring blankly at the starry sky outside the window.

Teacher Liu Shan leaned on Teacher Xu Weiguo's shoulder, and Teacher Xu Weiguo comforted the sad Teacher Liu Shan.

"Hey, you stupid boy, you're really stupid to death, why are you in such a hurry to send you to death, who will I bully in the future."

Li Yudie stood in her small room, looked at the sky outside, and sighed lightly.

"It's a pity that I couldn't go with you, but don't worry, I will definitely work hard to cultivate and help you complete what you haven't done."

Chen Hui stood in the school's cultivation ground, looked up at the scarlet moon in the sky, and said silently.

Liancheng Tang family, the patriarch of the Tang family, Tang Yuan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "It's a pity."

"We will rest assured that we will step on the Han family."

Tang Yan, the second son of the Tang family, Tang Hao, the third son, and Tang Tang, the younger sister, the three of them were in the courtyard of the Tang family, looking at the direction of Yuncheng in the distance.

"You are really strong, stronger than I imagined, I believe that you are not dead yet, and only I can take your life."

Ji Ruyue of the Yan family may be the only one in this world who believes that I am not dead。。。。。。

After almost two years, my spiritual power has finally recovered, and in the past two years, the bones and meridians in my body have been slowly recovering. The little tree finally has new branches and leaves, and it is no longer in such a dying state.

After another three years, I continued to wash the meridian bones with spiritual power, and the destroyed meridians were broken and reborn. Now the small tree is more than two meters tall, the green leaves grow very luxuriantly, the light brown trunk is thick enough to have a bowl mouth, tough and straight, the left and right branches, stretching upward, full of vitality, full of infinite imagination and hope.

Recently, my practice has come to a standstill, and I know it's time to go out.

I haven't walked out of the cave for a long time, and when I walked out of the hole, the dazzling sunlight was a little uncomfortable, and I stretched my waist, and the feeling of being in a different world arose.

I don't know how long it took to recover from my injuries this time, but when I came to the east gate of Cloud City, where the second elder of the Han family blew himself up, those broken city walls, collapsed houses, and messy streets were long gone. Now everything at the east gate of Cloud City has been restored to normal, and the streets are full of traffic, shoulder to shoulder, and lively.

I casually came to a refreshment and found a place by the window to enjoy the people coming and going in Cloud City.

Sure enough, no matter which world time is in, it is the best healing medicine, and I learned from the mouth of the shopkeeper that it has been five years since the second elder of the Han family blew himself up, and five years is enough time for ordinary people to forget everything that happened here.

Five years is also the time for me to recover from this injury and recuperate, and five years to recover from a self-explosion in a well-known realm is already a blessing.

In five years, I am no longer an immature teenager, now I am more than one meter eight tall, black and vertical hair, heroic and straight sword eyebrows, slender and containing sharp black eyes, like an eagle in the night, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outline, slender and tall but not rough figure, cold and arrogant but grandiose, and independent exudes the momentum of arrogance and world.