In a courtyard, the beautiful wooden cage is verdant, and the strange flowers are blooming. Two stout and vigorous ancient trees stand tall, their shape is like a sycamore, with lush branches and intertwined roots. The golden leaves are dense and thick, and the breeze blows and sways. The courtyard is not big, but it has a chic quiet and elegant feeling.

A person lies on the cobblestone path in the spacious courtyard. This person was in a terrible state, his whole body was cracked, his face was pale, his clothes were ragged, and he held a pitch-black halberd in his hand.

Wisps of black mist on the body boiled endlessly, overflowing from the cracks in the body and seeping in, repeating and repeating, endlessly.

There was a rush of footsteps in the distance, and one could feel the distance getting closer and closer to the place.

A shadow stepped in from the moon gate, and its footsteps stopped abruptly.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at the figure lying on the ground, the mist in the eyes was filled, the beautiful eyes gradually became hazy, and the crystal clear tears could not stop overflowing, sliding and falling to the ground along the face of the country and the city, splashing fragments.

"Dust-free"

A cry of pain echoed through every corner of the courtyard.

This graceful figure suddenly lifted the lotus step and pounced straight towards the figure lying still on the ground. Then she stretched out her jade hand to pick up the body and snuggled into her arms.

The person who came was Xiao Yanran, and the figure lying on the ground was naturally Ji Wuchen.

Xiao Yanran stretched out her pair of jade-white slender hands, trembling and gently brushing them on Ji Wuchen's bloodless face. She looked at the miserable Ji Wuchen, and her heart was like a sharp dagger stirring vigorously, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe. Teardrops are like crystal pearls with broken threads, rolling down endlessly.

An old man and a burly man stood quietly outside the moon gate, raising their eyes to stare at the two people in the courtyard. These two people are Chu Lao and Tiger Spirit.

Chu Lao looked ashamed and embarrassed, he looked at Ji Wuchen who was unconscious, and he was extremely remorseful in his heart.

At such a critical moment, he should not be left alone. If Ji Wuchen was on the spot, he would definitely blame himself for the rest of his life. Death, he is not afraid. What I am afraid of is living in deep self-blame and condemnation for the rest of my life, and living like this is simply worse than death. What's more, he is so ungrateful to him, he is really ashamed of himself.

He was helpless, and looked up to the sky and sighed. At this time, Chu Lao forgot Ji Wuchen's entrustment, how could he be blamed for this matter.

The tiger spirit's eyes shone with a fierce light, and the green tendons on his forehead as thick as chopsticks were undoubtedly exposed. The burly body floated up and down with the heavy breathing, and a pair of huge fists creaked as he clenched them. He was extremely angry in his heart, he shouldn't have followed Ji Wuchen's intentions and turned around and left. Even if you die on the spot, you can be regarded as a companion on Huangquan Road, and you are not lonely.

He's a rough man, and he doesn't understand the truth. I only know that there is revenge and revenge, and there is resentment and complaining, which is a matter of course. He secretly took revenge in his heart, and it was not too late for ten years. This blood account will have to be recovered sooner or later.

Then, the two silently walked into the distance and left the place.

Ji Wuchen was brought back by the white-robed young man Feng Yuzhen, and then he hurried outside the city to find the three of them.

In an antique chamber, a man lies quietly in a wooden bed.

"Senior, please save him. Great kindness, this life is unforgettable. ”

In the wing, a beautiful figure knelt down sincerely to a white-robed young man, and her beautiful eyes overflowed with anxiety.

"I can't do it, I can't help it, please get up quickly. The white-robed young man raised his sleeve robe, and a pulling force shrouded Qianying, slowly lifted her up, and stood up straight.

The white-robed young man stared at the figure lying on the wooden bed, and he pondered for a long time before he spoke:

"The body and internal organs are almost fragmented, and the whole person has not exploded into a cloud of blood mist, which is already blessed by the gods. ”

"The muscles and bones and meridians are broken inch by inch, and they are also messy. I have also removed all the power of the Great Dao Law that was dormant in his body, and the Soul Protector Pill and the Vitality Pill have already been fed. ”

"The most indispensable thing in my Linglong Pavilion is the elixir, but the elixir is too strong, he is unconscious, the meridians are broken, and the medicinal power cannot be pulled, which is even more counterproductive and unworkable. ”

"Caught in the realm of nine deaths, the rest is up to him. ”

"During the time you are unconscious, do not touch him, lest you disturb the remaining wisp of consciousness. I'm not alarmist, and you should remember not to act rashly. ”

The white-robed young man's eyes overflowed with melancholy, and he pondered for a moment before admonishing in a deep voice again. As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh and turned to leave.

"No, no. ”

Qianying seemed to have lost her ability to support herself, her delicate body fell to the ground heavily, raised her beautiful eyes to look at the unconscious figure in the tent, and muttered to herself.

She looked crazy, and suddenly crawled forward, a pair of slender hands on the edge of the bed, raised her hands tremblingly and lifted the curtains, staring at the face with closed eyes, the silent tears in the eyes like a spring, uncontrollably slipping and wetting the clothes.

"The path you have chosen for yourself, this is not half walked, how can you be unconscious and bedridden. You are Ji Wuchen, the Ji Wuchen who does not respect the heavens and the earth. Now, your pride, your ambition, have all been annihilated? ”

A hysterical roar echoed through the chamber.

......

The sky can be replenished, the sea can be filled, and the South Mountain can be moved. The sun and the moon are in the past, and they cannot be traced.

Time doesn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, and it comes in a hurry. The world doesn't know how time has passed, and it has gone away.

The years are like a shuttle, the light is fleeting, like a white horse passing through the gap, and months have passed inadvertently...

A noble moon hung in the dark silence of the night, surrounded by starry light.

The starry sky is still so mysterious and deep, which is desirable.

Wisps of moonlight cast through the carved window lattice, swaying in hazy light, illuminating the figure lying on the wooden bed.

The figure was covered in a black mist, like smoke and boiling fire.

Somehow, all of a sudden, it skyrocketed, like a raging flame. The black mist rose into the air, gradually filling the entire chamber, turning into a black barrier to cover the figure on the bed.

"The secret of the creation of gods and demons, the chapter of washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, enlightenment!"

An ethereal voice arose at some point, as if flowing from the long river of ancient years, faintly spreading to every corner of the wing.

In the black mist, there was a divine pen, engraved in the black fog one by one, writing golden runes. It was even more wrapped in a mysterious and unpredictable aura of Taoism, turbulent and void.

The ethereal and mysterious Taoist sound endured for a long time, like a trickle of stream. The golden runes in the black mist sprung up like mushrooms after a rain with the sound of chanting.

The golden runes floated in the black fog like a static sink, constantly flashing with golden light, dazzling, revealing a very strange aura, as sharp as a blade, and as bright and bright as spring.

After a long time, the ethereal sound came to an abrupt end. In the black fog, a full two hundred and four golden runes were dotted among them, like a little starlight embedded in the boundless night sky.

The two hundred and four golden runes in the black fog crumbled like wild fruits ripe and about to fall from a tree. The golden runes shimmered with a gleam, plucking from the black mist and spiraling over the body. Then it infiltrated from the head of the body to the feet one by one in an orderly manner. With the invasion of golden runes, the body suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, bursting out in all directions.

Golden runes flowed through the flesh, carved into each bone. The golden light burst out, moistening the broken bones and gradually healing, reorganizing and adjoining into a whole.

The golden runes engraved on the bones were radiant and slowly melted, flowing with golden brilliance, like a trickle of streams. Flowing endlessly in the flesh and blood, washing through, eroding every inch of flesh and blood, every vein and vein, emitting bursts of sonorous sounds, as if tempering iron. Under the nourishment of golden brilliance, the damaged flesh and blood were gradually repaired, and the chaotic blood and meridians were reshaped, returning to their original places in an orderly manner.

The whole body was filled with golden brilliance, radiant and incomparably bright, like gold leaf. Blood and broken bones, and streams of black scum oozed from the cracks in his body.

The golden stream overflowed from the body, and the cracks slowly healed as the naked eye could see, and the strong body was bathed in the golden stream that shimmered brightly.

Then, the golden stream slowly flowed backwards, seeping into the body again, splitting into two hundred and four golden rays, corresponding to the two hundred and four bones of the human body. The brilliant golden light disappeared, condensed into golden runes and manifested again.

The two hundred and four golden runes gradually disintegrated, turning into clumps of golden filaments that stretched out towards the bones. The golden Dao patterns are intertwined, all over the bones, evolving into a strange Dao texture, crisscrossing vertically and horizontally, and row upon row. The golden light flows on the lines, and the cycle repeats itself, endlessly.

Outside the wooden window, there were several hazy figures standing, their eyes shining with clear light, quietly watching all this.

"The day you wake up is just around the corner. ”