"As long as he doesn't breathe for half an hour, this life will be saved!" added the Blood Tiger.

Blood Fire Kill breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "That's okay, this kid's life is very hard, he will definitely survive...... Haha......' Seeing the worried face of the Blood Tiger, the laughter suddenly stiffened in his throat, and he said urgently: "What?"

"He was so badly injured that he didn't know what technique to use, most of the meridians were broken, even the main vein was broken, and he was pierced through the back by a sword, and his lungs were pierced through ......" Blood Madness Tiger said.

"It's okay, as long as you keep getting angry, Yan San can survive, just like me, you can't beat Xiaoqiang!" Blood Fire Kill didn't know whether to comfort the Blood Tiger or comfort himself, so he smiled miserably and said, "Senior brother, I only have this one black-clothed guard, you must save him!"

"Hey...... I'll do my best!" The Blood Mad Tiger let out a long sigh, not daring to look at the scorching eyes of the Blood Fire Kill, helped Yan San up, and put a palm on Yan San's heart.

The blood and fire killing heart was in a hurry, at this time, the real pill dissolved, and he had to use his strength to regulate his breathing, but his mind was not at peace for a moment, his whole body trembled, his face was blue and white, and he was on the verge of going mad, Murong Qingyi pressed his palm on the heart of the blood and fire killing, helping him guide the medicinal power, and Wen Yan said: "Senior brother is relieved, Yan San must be auspicious, you have refined the medicinal power, Yan San will wake ......up."

Only then did the trembling body of the Blood Fire Kill gradually calm down, and he concentrated on refining the medicinal power to heal the wounds.

In the chaos, within the sea of souls, the Snow Jade Swallow and the Ice Wind Cicada King, who were "beating" the sky, seemed to have a sense of crisis that was about to be in trouble, and suddenly pounced into the soul wall, and in the blink of an eye, they all rushed into the skylight.

Luo Luo also realized it, but his body was placed in the tiger seal space by Yan San, and there was no way out, so he was so anxious that he turned around, and suddenly grabbed Wu Duotian with a claw, almost destroying Wu Duotian's already dying soul body on the spot.

As soon as the soul of Snow Jade Swallow and the Ice Wind Cicada King entered Yan San's body, the Blood Madness Tiger was shocked, only to feel that Yan San's body had a vast vitality, endless, and he almost didn't need his spiritual yuan to warm up, and quickly repaired the injured meridians and body.

At this time, Yan San's chaotic soul was also shrouded in coldness, maintaining a little lucidity and immortality. This is a place that the Blood Tiger can't detect.

The thousand-year-old meat Buddha and the true pill in his mouth quickly flowed into his abdomen, and Yan San was already awake, and he struggled to encourage the waves to wash the sand oven, turning the medicinal power into a steady stream of energy, replenishing it into the flesh for Xue Yu to swallow.

The Blood Mad Tiger frowned again and again, his Lingyuan was almost useless, and before half an hour came, the life-threatening serious injuries had already improved, and Yan San's two huge wounds stopped bleeding, and the blood coagulated into a blood scab. Under the blood scab, where the Blood Mad Tiger Spirit Yuan detected, the newborn muscles and skin began to collude with each other......

......The Blood Tiger let go of his palm, watching in disbelief as Yan San's injuries slowly changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his heart was full of doubts: "Is the effect of the thousand-year-old Flesh Buddha so great? Or is this kid practicing some strange exercises? Or is this kid having a special physique? Is he recovering quickly? How can he be like a monster?......

Cao Meng saw that the Blood Madness Tiger let go of his palm, and hurriedly asked, "Okay?" If the guard is not Yan San this time, I don't know what the consequences will be, if Murong Qingyi has three lengths and two shorts, Cao Meng and the others will inevitably die, at least one crime of 'poor guarding' will be cured, and Yan San will naturally be very grateful in his heart.

The Blood Mad Tiger glanced at Cao Meng strangely, and said, "It's okay!" Then he got up and grabbed the Mo knife, frowned and left.

The Xuanyuan guards had no mouth in the back

Compliment: "Thank you, sir. Thank you, my lord!" In the crowd, only Wu Kui's loud voice was heard: "I'll just say that Lord Bloody Guard's miraculous skills are world-famous, don't say that this little injury, even if it is split into two pieces alive, the two adults of Blood can fight it back, and with a press of the palm, they will immediately jump alive......

The Blood Tiger's footsteps were in a mess, and he almost stumbled! He scolded in his heart: "Your mother's feet, this bull blows ......."

The most fatal moment has passed, and the follow-up is the long process of recuperation and repair, Yan San continued to be "seriously injured and unconscious", and at the same time launched "Cicada Concealment" to hide his breath in a "weak" stage, the "Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts" was wide open, but his mind sank into the "Wind Blowing Sand".

The Yuan Weapon enters the body, unless the owner's Qi and Blood Spirit Yuan is triggered, outsiders will not be able to see it even if they investigate, and if it is integrated with the physical body, Yan San's tiger print gloves and wind blowing sand are not worried about being discovered.

This trip to the secret realm was dangerous, but it also gained a lot, and the most gratifying thing was to receive the "Nine Heavens Wind Source" and three fragments of the blade.

Yan San's mind probed, and the wind and sand were already complete, at least on the outside.

The hilt of the wind-blown sand is one foot long, and it is integrated with the "Nazhu Tornado". The head of the handle ring, there is a hideous little tiger head in the ring. The whole handle of the knife is straight and slender, Ying Ying grasps, there are black and white unknown coarse cloth juxtaposed and intertwined, forming a neat diamond-shaped pattern, the cloth strip is coarse, to prevent the knife from slipping, but the wind blows the sand is a yuan weapon, obviously not like the general knife will have the possibility of "slipping", the role of these cloth strips is "sealing the yuan" and "guiding the yuan".

The Nine Heavens Wind Source is hidden deep in the hilt, or the entire handle is the Nine Heavens Wind Source, and it is through these strips of cloth that the energy absorbed by the wind source is prevented from leaking out, and the vitality absorbed by the wind source is also gathered again through these strips of cloth, and then introduced into the owner's body. At this time, Yan San's mind was there, and he could clearly perceive that in the ring head of the knife handle, the small black tiger head opened its mouth widely, and a small Feng Yuan outside the body could not help but be sucked into the knife handle, and then slowly diffused into the body through the black and white cloth strips, and merged into it with the encouragement of the spirit yuan.

It's subtle, but it's endless. If it is deliberately urged, it can also strengthen the absorption effect, with this wind-blown sand knife handle, Yan San's body is equivalent to an inexhaustible treasure house of spirit yuan, no wonder the Nine Heavens Wind Source is regarded as one of the supreme treasures of cultivation.

Within the "Nazhu Tornado", the four fragments are in their respective positions, except for one vacant near the handle, and a large section vacant under the tip of the knife, the knife shape can already be faintly seen. This is a long knife that is different from the Tang knife and the Yuan scimitar, and it looks a bit like a saber or a drawing knife. However, the blade is slightly thicker than the drawing knife, and the handle is shorter than that of the chopping horse, and the blade is slender and powerful, as if it brings together the strengths of the descriptor and the chopping horse.

The more parts he refined, Yan San seemed to have a faint perception of the other parts, but it was vague, like an intuition, and he couldn't explain it. But there is definitely no more in this secret realm.

Yan San thought about it and entered the sea of souls. The largest snake in the secret realm has been reduced to a prisoner, and there are some things that need to be asked carefully.

The sky is dying. His physical body was gone hundreds of years ago, and at this time, even his soul could not escape the poison, and the pain of splitting the soul was better than slashing the sword ten thousand times, and Wu Daotian finally regretted it at this time.

The main soul of Yan San landed on the soul platform and teleported directly to Lechuan, in front of Wu Daotian. A steady stream of soul sand gathered into his soul body to replenish the consumption of the life-and-death battle just now. And there is not even a soul sand around Wu Duotian, looking at Yan San is like a beggar who hasn't eaten for three days watching the children of a rich family eat meat......

The three Heavenly Kings have limited intelligence, but fortunately, they are listening

You have to understand the order of "don't kill", at this time, Wu Duotian was illusory, and was hung in the air by two soul sands, relying on the subtle soul sand to take a breath, the soul body had just condensed a little and was scattered by a punch, a real hanging. The remnants of the heaven-shattering soul seemed to be blown away by the wind, leaving only the last hazy shadow unextinguished.

When Yan San arrived, the soul sand was immediately decided, and he threw himself on the ground, and hurriedly presented the soul seal, saying, "I'm served! Uncle, you let me go, I'm willing to be a slave and a maid!"

Yan San was noncommittal, and he didn't answer his soul mark, with a wave of his finger, a piece of soul sand was injected into Wu Duotian's body, and said, "Ask you something. 』

Wu Duotian hurriedly said: "The old slave knows everything, and he says everything......

Once upon a time, the Wu Boss of the Yuan Cultivation Realm had become a submissive old man at this time, and it would really scare people's jaws when he said it. But this is true, because Wu Duotian clearly knew that the inch-headed boy in front of him would kill him, and he had no scruples and did not hesitate to kill him. Because his soul is 'Ten Thousand Beasts Yama', in the eyes of the emperor, all living beings are ants.

"Do you know that the wind blows the sand?" Yan San asked.

"Yes...... Can I not know? Murong Kuo, that old dog is the one who sealed me with the Nine Heavens Wind Source......

"Be polite to Murong seniors, I am now an errand under Murong Qingyi, if he is an old dog, what am I?"

"Yes...... Be...... Old Murong ...... I didn't know where I got the Nine Heavens Wind Source, and I used it as the core of the Sealing Spirit Array, absorbing the endless Heavenly Wind Spiritual Qi, which trapped me in the secret realm. 』

"Have you heard of the other parts of the windblown sand?" I also got three fragments of the blade at the Shadow Soldier's Edge......

"At the beginning, Murong Lao'er got all the fragments of the blade, thanks to which he collected them for many years, but it was useless, the fragments could not be fused, they could only stare dryly, in addition to not being able to destroy, it was just a pile of iron pieces...... Murong Kuo consulted for many years, and later got the handle of the wind blowing sand, but the two still couldn't blend, so in desperation, he simply gave up and put the fragments into the Shadow Soldier Blade, and he lost a lot of money over the years......

Yan San waved his hand, and a long knife phantom appeared on the side of the two of them out of thin air, the handle and scabbard were complete, and the four fragments in it were fused tightly, except for the vacant part, where could not be fused.

Wu Duotian grew his mouth, couldn't say a word, and said in a half-loud voice: "You fused with the wind and sand?"

Yan Sanyi waved his hand, and the phantom disappeared, and said, "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Wu Duotian suddenly was terrified, and the soul seal in his hand was raised higher, and he said, "Senior, are you reborn, right? Which immortal king was you before?......

Yan San stared at Wu Duotian quietly, originally wanted to say 'you guess', but after thinking about it, it would be better for this old boy to misunderstand, his face was solemn, and he said with a cold smile in his mouth: "You know too much!"

Sure enough, the soul of the sky flew out of the sky, knelt on the ground with a chirp, and even said that he would spare his life.

Yan San's heart was full of laughter, and the play was going to go on: "What about the other parts besides the blade?

Seeing that Yan San was no longer pursuing it, Wu Duotian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and thought for a moment and said, "I only know that there are four parts of the wind-blown sand that are scattered in the Mangfu Burial, and the other three are in the Ethereal Realm. It is rumored that there is one in the Great Heaven Luo Sect. But as time goes by, I don't know what happens now. 』

Yan San Dao: "Ethereal Realm?"

Wu Duotian glanced at Yan Sandao strangely: "It's the Yuan Cultivation Realm in the mouth of mortals, and it's ...... to cross the endless sand sea Don't you know?'

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