"Ah......h

Suddenly, an inhuman scream sounded in Zhang Yang's room, and Zhang Yang fell to the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands and wailing in pain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It turned out that just when Zhang Yang's spiritual power just touched the milky white liquid, a violent and extremely pure Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi rushed out directly along Zhang Yang's spiritual power, and suddenly recognized Zhang Yang, who released his spiritual power, and rushed into his brain.

This vitality swept everywhere in Zhang Yang's mind, stirring Zhang Yang's spiritual power, and Zhang Yang's mind was suddenly in chaos.

"Get out!"

Zhang Yang suddenly roared, endured the severe pain, and struggled to gather spiritual power to entangle towards this vitality, wanting to expel it from his mind.

But Zhang Yang still underestimated this vitality, as soon as Zhang Yang's spiritual power touched this vitality, it would be affected by it, and it would not play any role at all.

In the room, roars and screams came one after another, but Zhang Yang just couldn't find any way, and the most mysterious spiritual power did not help at this time, but was almost exhausted in the impact just now.

Zhang Yang on the bed opened his blood-red eyes angrily, his fists hit his head frantically, and the seven orifices had begun to bleed, if it continued like this, it would not take a moment of effort, Zhang Yang's head would burst open, and he would completely fall and die.

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, a cyan light spot hidden in the depths of Zhang Yang's mind suddenly emitted a misty blue light, the blue light was like a huge net, covering the sky and the sky, directly covering that vitality, and then slowly shrinking.

The milky white heaven and earth vitality was naturally unwilling to be captured, and frantically hit the giant net, but the huge net that seemed to be weak and could not help the wind was like an iron tong that covered the vitality like an iron tong, not moving at all, and then continued to shrink, and then turned into a blue light, and entered the vitality bead with the milky white vitality.

Zhang Yang lay on the bed panting heavily, and from time to time there were a few dry coughs and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

After a cup of tea, Zhang Yang, who was lying down, took a deep breath, supported it with his hands, and slowly wanted to sit up.

As soon as he moved, there was a pinprick-like stinging pain in his mind, and Zhang Yang almost lost his breath and collapsed on the bed again.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang supported his body with his hands in time and leaned himself against the railing next to the bed, so that he did not fall. He tore through the sheets and wiped them on his face.

Looking at the bright red blood stains on the sheets, the corners of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he cursed the damn dead vine thousands of times in his heart.

Zhang Yang's eyes glanced around, and finally saw the withered vines in a corner, still the same as before, unchanged at all. But Zhang Yang has already listed it as the most dangerous ranks, and under the premise of not having enough strength, Zhang Yang will never touch this dead vine again.

Leaning on the side of the bed and resting for a while, feeling that his head was no longer so painful, Zhang Yang finally couldn't help it, and carefully went into his mind to "look inside".

In my mind, it was empty, and the usual vast spiritual power filled here, but now...... Zhang Yang looked at the few traces of mental power wandering in his mind and wanted to cry without tears.

But fortunately, Zhang Yang's spiritual power is also like the vitality of heaven and earth, which can be restored through practice, otherwise Zhang Yang will really lose his wife and soldiers.

Zhang Yang was no longer sad about the spiritual power in his mind, but turned his gaze to the other side, where a cyan point of light was quietly floating, which was the vitality bead that Qing Lao used to seal the peerless "Wuwei Sword".

After successfully absorbing the violent Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, the cyan light spot did not change much, and it still stood quietly in his mind.

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was still relieved, and the envoy touched the cyan light spot with a trace of spiritual power.

When the spiritual power touched the cyan light point, a rebound force gently rippled, successfully resisting the spiritual power.

Zhang Yang's face changed uncertainly for a while, and finally sighed lightly and did not make any further attempts.

Although Zhang Yang believed that the vitality bead left by the old man would not hurt him, Zhang Yang was no longer willing to take that risk, and Zhang Yang, who had just been hovering on the verge of death, did not want to do it again.

The spiritual power was recovered, Zhang Yang returned to reality, looking at the mess in the house, and his brows furrowed.

"Martial cultivators are really an amazing group of destructive powers...... It seems that in the future, it is better not to practice in the room, otherwise there will be no place to live if you are not careful......"

Zhang Yang did not immediately clean up the room, but sat on the bed with his eyes closed and quietly cultivated.

In the sea of dantian qi, the speed of qi rotation increased sharply, and wisps of vitality were constantly released from the cyclone, and then traveled all over the body with Zhang Yang's mind.

In the accident just now, in addition to the basic exhaustion of Zhang Yang's mental power, his body was also injured a lot, and there were many cracks in some meridians and blood vessels.

Under Zhang Yang's control, the vitality slowly flowed through these wounded places, and began to repair those cracks. Under the nourishment of vitality, the injured area on Zhang Yang's body began to slowly improve at a speed visible to the naked eye, but if he wants to completely recover to his previous peak state, I am afraid it will take a certain amount of time.

After a while, Zhang Yang's ears moved slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he heard a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, and it was coming towards him.

Sure enough, after a while, a familiar voice sounded at the door.

"Yangzi, are you there?" was full of anger in his voice, and there was no one else except Zhao Dewei.

"Boss Zhao, I'm practicing, what's the matter?" Zhang Yang's voice was like a gossamer, as if it would be cut off at any time.

"It's good to be here, don't practice, the master is looking for you in a hurry, go quickly!"

"What, the master is looking for me?" was a little louder, but the tone of surprise in it could not be concealed.

"Yes. You go, don't let the master wait for a long time, I still have to leave beforehand!" After speaking, the footsteps sounded again, and they gradually faded away until they completely disappeared into Zhang Yang's perception.

In Zhang Yang's heart, the master is the most powerful martial artist he has ever seen since he cultivated martial arts, except for Qing Lao.

Zhang Yang only had a separate contact with him when he led himself into the sword spirit for the first time, usually he was the master of the sword spirit on top and was admired by thousands of people, and he was just a small Yuan Shi realm cultivator, in the Sword Pavilion, where the Yuan Shi was as many as a dog, and the big Yuan Shi was all over the place, Zhang Yang was nothing at all.

Zhang Yang, who was sitting on the bed, was puzzled, how could the master find himself? Among the sword spirits, his own strength could be said to be the worst, at least the cultivation on the bright side was like this.

If the lord has something important and needs to find someone to do, he can find someone else, and if someone else can't do it, it is useless to publicize it.

The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more clueless he became, but his head began to ache faintly again.

"Forget it, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, after all, I am a disciple of the sword spirit, and the master will not trouble me anymore. Even if he wants to make trouble for me, then I can't hide from a small Yuanshi Realm martial artist......"

Zhang Yang relieved himself in his heart, slowly got up and began to clean up.

Picking up the dead vines that fell aside, Zhang Yang couldn't help but pinch them hard a few times, but they were still so hard. Shaking his head, he no longer had any thoughts about it, and at the same time, he didn't dare to have any more thoughts, and waved his hand and threw it into his inheritance space.

It's just that what Zhang Yang didn't know was that the withered vine just smashed on a broken book, and the moment the withered vine touched the broken book, the dilapidated paper seemed to glow with a faint red light......