The pale golden phantom behind Fang Dong slowly moved forward, beginning to merge with his body, and when he flew to a distance of about three meters above the ground, he was completely covered by the phantom.

The 'Cold Shore' also fused with the long knife in the phantom's hand.

A golden figure appeared in the air.

"Be careful!" Zhuang Xuecheng drove the wooden staff to resist the blade for Fang Dong.

"It's okay, you can just wait to protect Xiao Ce!" Fang Dong's faint words sounded.

His voice directly acted on Zhuang Xuecheng and the sea of knowledge of middle-aged men and women.

The blade of the sword in the sky stabbed at the golden figure and turned into ashes.

The golden figure raised the long knife in his hand, pointing at the blood-colored long sword.

"Evil spirits, dissipate!" Fang Dong's voice sounded, raising his hand and swinging his sword at the blood-colored long sword.

A golden arc of sword flashed away.

The blood-colored blade in the sky stopped in mid-air.

The golden figure faded until it was gone.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood mist erupted from Fang Dong's mouth, and then his body fell, and Xiao Chu broke away from his body, showing a transparent form.

The middle-aged man hurriedly grabbed Fang Dong's body and slowly placed it on the ground.

Fang Dong's eyes slowly closed, but his consciousness was blurred, and before he fell into a coma, he muttered: "Who is Lao Tzu......

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall on one side of the laboratory collapsed, and a cold wind blew in from the outside.

At this moment, a thin vertical golden line appeared in the middle of the blood-colored long sword.

The blades in the sky began to turn into points of light.

"Absorb it quickly, otherwise it will collapse!" Zhuang Xuecheng said to Xiao Chu.

Xiao Chu was so weak that he couldn't even speak, he rotated directly, and those points of light in the sky were sucked into his body one after another.

The blood-colored long sword began to dissipate along the thin golden line, and finally turned into a galaxy-like match, rushing into Xiao Chu's body.

"Grandpa, how is Fang Dong, how is he?" Zhuang Xiaoce recovered a little as the blood mist in her body dissipated, and the spiritual power that protected her was transformed into nourishment.

She sat up with her support on the ground, she didn't lose consciousness just now, knowing that it was Fang Dong who saved her at the critical moment, the red mist came too suddenly, she didn't even have time to save her life.

"He should be out of strength, but it's just ......" Zhuang Xuecheng hesitated for a moment and looked at Xiao Chu.

"That's Fang Dong's companion, what's wrong?" Zhuang Xiaoce was stunned, Xiao Chu's state was a little ......

"His companion spirit is on the verge of collapse, and even if he absorbs all these points of light, it will be difficult to guarantee it...... Hey!" Zhuang Xuecheng sighed, very annoyed in his heart.

He thought that his own strength was enough to deal with this operation, but he never thought that his most beloved granddaughter was almost killed, and he relied on Fang Dong to kill the blood-colored long sword.

Zhuang Xuecheng has been able to fight the blood-colored long sword, but he may not be able to keep it, if it weren't for Fang Dong's knife to destroy it, once the blood-colored long sword escapes, Zhuang Xiaoce is likely to be seriously injured.

Moreover, Fang Dong is the person whom the ancestor has indicated to be treated kindly, but now because of his carelessness, if Fang Dong's companion spirit dissipates......

"Grandpa......" Zhuang Xiaoce looked at Fang Dong who was in a coma in a daze, and then looked at Xiao Chu, who was almost transparent in the air, and his heart was sour.

"Take them back to the family first, quickly!" Zhuang Xuecheng said in a deep voice when he saw that Xiao Chu had finished absorbing it.

......

It smells so good......

It's so soft......

It's so warm......

Fang Dong felt in a trance that he felt as if he was in the warm sun of winter. The crackling sound of burning wood in my ears, the thick goose down cushion that made my body sink into it, and the quiet aroma between my noses made people intoxicated and obsessed, and they didn't want to wake up.

Where am I?

Body......

I don't have the strength anymore......

Fang Dong wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be held down by someone's hand.

"Wake up! he's awake!" the familiar voice sounded in Fang Dong's ears, and the aroma became clearer.

Xiao Ce?

Is that you?

Fang Dong wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

"Still haven't woken up?" Zhuang Xiaoce's voice was hurried, full of worry, "Grandpa, you want to think of a way?"

"Hey!" a long sigh sounded, "He has no spiritual power, the Yuan Infant is exhausted and has no response, no matter how much spiritual power is input, it will not help, and the meridians are seriously damaged." ”

Fang Dong didn't know who this old voice was, but what he said was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

No spiritual power?!

Yuan Infant Exhaustion?!

What happened?

Fang Dong hurriedly looked inward, and the black and white Yuan Ying in the dantian sat cross-legged, his head lowered, without a trace of aura. The Taiji diagram that Yuan Ying sat on also stopped rotating, and it was dim. Even the 'cold shore' has changed into its original rusty appearance, lying between black and white.

Turn!

Hurry up and turn it around!

Fang Dong tried to make the Taiji diagram rotate, and after using all his strength......

"Click-"

The Taiji diagram under Yuan Ying's body made a crisp sound, and cracks like tree branches appeared.

Is Lao Tzu deposed?

Fang Dong panicked, when he looked inward and 'looked' at the rest of his body, a heart instantly fell to the bottom, and the meridians of his whole body were more than twice as thick as before, full of cracks, as if they would be broken in the next moment.

There was spiritual power input from the dealer master in his meridians, and these spiritual powers overflowed and dissipated from the cracks, and they could not reach the dantian at all.

"Third Grandpa, didn't you say that he was just out of strength?!" Zhuang Xiaoce's voice sounded.

"I ...... Hey!" Zhuang Xuecheng blamed himself and was powerless to refute.

"Xiao Cece, don't panic first, the ancestor has already spoken, and he will use the power of the whole clan to save him, his ...... The body will recover. The old voice said at first.

"His body, grandpa, you say it all!" Zhuang Xiaoce Bingxue was smart and heard that something was wrong in his words.

An ominous premonition rose in Fang Dong's heart, although his whole body was weak and he couldn't even open his eyes, his hearing was not damaged.

However, Zhuang Xiaoce and the others didn't know that Fang Dong had woken up, otherwise they wouldn't have told the truth in front of Fang Dong.

"His body can recover, but ...... The dantian is silent, and the cultivation must be wasted. ”

The old man's voice just fell.

"Poof—"

"Fang Dong!" Zhuang Xiaoce exclaimed, "Grandpa, why did he vomit blood again?!"

"I'll see...... It's fine, it's just angry and spitting blood. ”

Spit blood?

Try to spit on me, old man!

Fang Dong's mind repeatedly echoed the sentence 'Cultivation must be wasted', and his consciousness was blurred again, and he lost consciousness.

A week later.

Zhuang Xiaoce and the others were afraid that Fang Dong would be desperate and couldn't think about it, so they didn't tell Fang Dong that his cultivation would be exhausted.

After a few days of recovery, Fang Dong could barely walk a few steps, but he would collapse weakly in no more than a minute, and all parts of his body were like ants and insects all the time, and the pain was extremely itchy.

It is estimated that the dealer saw that Fang Dong vomited too much blood, and all kinds of tonic products in the clan were fed to Fang Dong in exchange for thousands of years......

After a week, Fang Dong did not vomit blood again, but sprayed a nosebleed several times a day, and the heat was unbearable.

What made Fang Dong even more embarrassed was that he had not broken Yuanyang for many years, and he was made up by this mess, and he maintained a 'morning stand' posture all day long......

He persuaded him many times not to feed him these things, but Zhuang Xuecheng flatly refused.

Zhuang Xuecheng had never encountered such a thing as a broken meridian, and he didn't dare to rush into medicine, so he could only take out the supplements treasured in the clan.

Fang Dong really wanted to ask: Ginseng is just a spiritual wisdom, what the hell is the tiger whip! What is the use of this for restoring the meridians?!

Zhuang Xiaoce thought that Fang Dong would be injured, and it was entirely to save her, so he insisted on taking care of Fang Dong in person, but the elders of the clan couldn't resist her, so he could only nod helplessly.

Fang Dong's situation made Zhuang Xiaoce's face red every time he took care of it, but for the sake of his commitment, he could only avoid not looking there.

"Fang Dong, you lie down well, don't worry, it takes time for the meridians to recover, and when your meridians are restored, your cultivation can naturally recover. Zhuang Xiaoce said softly.

"Don't worry, after eating so many good things from your family, I am quite confident in recovery. Fang Dong lay on the bed and responded with a smile.

"I'll get you medicine!" Zhuang Xiaoce thought of the effect of taking supplements, his cheeks couldn't help but flush, and he turned around and walked out.