Unconsciously, the dumb man carried Mu Ziyun deeper, and the surroundings had already become much more spacious, and the place where he was standing at the moment was a wetland, with a lot of white spars standing on his head, and some vague things floating in a few pools of black water.

Gently put the unconscious Mu Ziyun on the ground, and the mute took advantage of the monster's arrival to immediately treat him. Tianhemen may lack any pairs, but there are only a lot of good medicines, and they are all high-quality, which can be seen from Zhang Qin's pills before.

They have the most complete pharmacological knowledge in Huzhou, and only they know it, just like the Hundred Refining Soldiers, they have the value of existence, so if nothing else, Tianhemen will also prosper for a long time, and even exist longer than the Hundred Refining Soldiers.

The medicine that the dumb man took out was Bone Water and Life Pill, even in Tianhemen, only a core figure like him would have it. Carefully butted Mu Ziyun's right leg to its original position, and then poured the raw bone water on the seam, the redness on the skin began to disappear, the blood vessels recovered, and the flesh and bone were reconnected.

This is not easy at all, before it is finished, Mu Ziyun screamed in pain, squinted his eyes and pulled his nose, and grabbed the gravel under his body fiercely, the pain of this leg is no less than a broken leg, it is very good to be able to stay awake.

After a full stick of incense, Mu Ziyun seemed to have spent a day, and finally came to an end, the dumb man motioned for him to stand up, and told him with medicinal powder that he had to put as much force on his right leg as possible to prevent the blood from flowing inside, and it was likely to leave trouble.

Mu Ziyun didn't dare to relax, stood up staggeringly with his body propped up, and began to deviate to the left, lest he break his right leg again, and slowly, he found that his right foot could move his fingers, and a numbness quickly struck, "Ah... Ah! ”

The dumb man held him and dragged his right leg, stomped on the ground violently, and stomped more than ten times, Mu Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief, as soon as he was all right, the leg came back again, Mu Ziyun jumped around in front of the dumb man excitedly, there was nothing more comfortable than coming back from the edge of death.

The dumb man took out the life-gathering pill and motioned to Mu Ziyun to eat it, Mu Ziyun swallowed it after the result, and immediately refreshed, and said in surprise: "This is alfalfa grass." The dumb man nodded, this is indeed made of alfalfa grass, and other sects only know its preciousness, but they don't know how to use it to the extreme.

"Thank you, you saved my life." Mu Ziyun said sincerely.

The dumb man sprinkled the medicinal powder and condensed it into words: "I will return the favor you gave me in Baoshan for saving me, and the two will not owe each other from now on." When he was done, he was leaving, and he turned around halfway and said, "There's a monster looking for us, it's very mysterious that you can't die, be careful." Then he disappeared into the darkness.

"Alas" Mu Ziyun sighed softly, human affection, human affection, human affection, there is really no friendship between the sects, which the heads of Qingshan Peak and Chang Ke Sect did not realize back then. How can there be an unchanging friendship, two independent people can, but if there are tens of thousands of people standing behind each person, hundreds of thousands of people are different.

What can the brothers do, this is not a question of who is good and who is bad, he believes that the children in the Changke Sect will definitely think that Qingshan Peak is a bad corner, of course, Qingshan Peak is not a saint portal, and there is no shortage of muddy waters, but in their own position, it can't be said to be bad.

If he can, he hopes to be friends with the mute, Song Hua, Zhang Qin, Enquan, and even Zuo Zhiwei and Xiaohongniang, and most of them will die in the end, which is not a result that everyone wants to see, but unfortunately there is no possibility of changing the trend of this era, and even everyone hopes that he will die.

Mu Ziyun was right, the mute who saved him wanted to slash him more than once, but none of the sects got the news, and the Tianhemen was not announced internally, the mute was already the new head of the Tianhemen Medicine Sect, it sounded too incredible, the head of the sect who was less than twenty years old, this was unprecedented, and it was even impossible.

But Ouyang Bai had already made the dumb man his heir when he was alive, and no matter when he died, the dumb man had to ascend to the throne. The original mute is a disciple who is protected by his master, and his biggest expectation is to compete with the other two Huzhou geniuses, Zuo Zhiwei and Mu Ziyun, and he does not want to grudge with the two.

But now, as the head of the mute sect, he wants to protect the entire sect, and even the people of the entire Tianhe Gate Domain, how can he tolerate hundreds of thousands of people being controlled by the Qingshan Peak Sect, and maturity happens after holding the power.

Sighing heavily, Mu Ziyun deepened his thoughts of going into hiding, he didn't want to cause a battle in the sect, he didn't want to be a sinner, although his crimes could also be listed.

Plop, and there was a dragging sound behind him. Looking back, the monster's forelimbs were thrown off, the hind limbs were amputated in half, and the body was twisted comically, and after seeing Mu Ziyun, the upper and lower jaws were stretched wide, and they rushed towards Mu Ziyun feverishly.

Mu Ziyun let out a low roar in his throat, jumped up when the monster was a few feet away from him, raised his right leg, and slammed his heel into the monster's head, the monster's brain was already brittle, so that the few pieces of good skin also peeled off.

The yellow brain slurry flowed into the eye socket, and the monster didn't matter, it was unconscious, and it could bite as long as it could move.

Mu Ziyun thought about Zuo Zhiwei's methods, why the two of them were Yan Xiu Mahayana, and the difference was so big, thinking, Mu Ziyun took off his clothes, only wore shorts, bent his fingers, and exerted his whole body, from the toes to the forehead, all the skin turned red, without the pressure of clothes, Mu Ziyun could better feel the changes in his body.

The temperature on Xu is body is too high, constantly emitting white gas, making a loud sound. Mu Ziyun gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth grinned back, and soon the white qi covered him, and kicked the monster that pounced on him with one kick, and when he recovered, Mu Ziyun's right hand stretched out, and a strong wind spun out from his left hand.

Pushed into the palm of his right hand, then punched his right hand with his left hand, and continued to smash the wind into the wind ball, hissing...... The sharp voice became higher and higher, and the white crystal above his head shattered in the aura, and soon, Mu Ziyun reached the limit, but there was no crack in his body.

This time, I didn't rush to throw the wind ball, but waited for the monster to pounce. The monster was really unconscious, and when it recovered, it pounced on Mu Ziyun, who waited for his feet to continue to accumulate strength.

When the monster stood with him, his feet kicked off the ground, and when he was a few feet away, the wind ball in his hand fell, and the explosion and Mu Ziyun's escape were completed almost at the same time, which was even more turbulent than when it was in Baoshan, which was deep in the cemetery, and a loud sound spread through every corner of the darkness.

In an unknown space, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, his whole body was covered with dust, and there were hundreds of pounds of something pressed on his chest, which cut off all his energy, and he didn't know how long he had been sleeping and waiting here, and finally, someone was finally coming.

And in the skull of the real tomb, Feng Jing and Huzi heard a sharp sound from the crack in the stone, looked at each other, Feng Jing said worriedly: "This is Ziyun?" Huzi nodded and said, "Eldest sister, an hour has passed early, and we should go out." ”

"No, Ziyun is still inside, don't you hear that he is still alive?" Feng Jing said anxiously.

Huzi's face was pale, and he said tremblingly: "Eldest sister, Liu Xiaoxiao, they are all out, there is illusion here, stay for a long time, no..."

Looking at the stone crack again, gritting his teeth, Feng Jing, a delicate person, desperately picked up the tiger on his back and walked out step by step, the tiger wanted to come down but couldn't move his hands and feet, and his consciousness slowly became blurred.