No one knew that there was also a phantom array in the phantom array.

An old man sat upright.

His face was like a dry bone, and he looked like a dead man.

The off-white robe was ragged, and it looked more like a skeleton that had lost its blood muscles.

The old man had gray hair, his chest was exposed, and his expression was wooden.

And when the wind blew, and stirred up the garments, as if they were to be carried away by the wind, away from the flesh.

The old man sat like this, letting the wind and rain blow, without any movement.

In the mountains and forests, no one can feel his breath.

The rain seemed to feel fear, and they scrambled to avoid the old man, not daring to come closer.

Underneath him, the grass and trees moved away, and withered into a bald ground.

It's so weird, but it looks like it has the charm of a fairy bone.

At this time, the old man was as quiet as a tree, and like a statue of the Daomen.

He exists here, and he doesn't seem to exist.

It's like a tree, and it's like a green grass.

If someone passes by, they won't even look at the old man.

He has blended into the forest.

No one knows where the old man came from, let alone what the old man meant.

Not far in front of him, Xie An lay quietly.

His body was covered in bruises, burned by the dragon's might, and there was not an inch of intact skin.

If you look closely, you can see it.

Xie An's body unexpectedly emitted a jade-like light.

The jade light was faint, enveloping Xie An, making him look like he was wearing a golden jade robe, crystal clear and clear.

Under the light, Xie An's skin was cracking.

Soon, cracked fine lines formed cobwebs that spread all over Xie An's body.

Click, click!

The skin begins to dry out.

A small patch of skin begins to detach, and finally a piece.

Immediately afterward, all the burned skin fell down like falling wood.

The old man looked at Xie An with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Body refining sword cultivation, Xuanwu refining armor ......"

"Well, it seems that in this world, there will be more than one sword immortal!"

The old man looked at Xie An tightly, he sat cross-legged, and his hands were naturally spread on his laps.

In the palm of his hand, there was a blurred shadow.

The shadow seemed to be constantly looking around.

Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could feel the fear and anxiety in his heart.

The old man ignored the shadow, and his gaze remained on Xie An.

At this time, Xie An's burnt skin had faded.

In front of me, the skin was as white as jade, like a baby.

Gradually, Xie An's face regained its flush and complexion.

Life has been restored, and he is like a sleeping baby, and people can't help but want to look twice.

Exhale, inhale!

More evenly!

It's like a turtle changing its shell, and its transformation has ushered in a new life.

Xie An came back to life!

His brow furrowed, as if he was in great pain.

"Huh?"

The old man's brows furrowed slightly, and he found that the aura in Xie An's body was drying up.

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and finally sighed.

"Little guy, the old man cultivates life and death, it seems that you and I really have some fate."

The old man decided to accept this karma.

He raised his hand and pointed at it, and he saw two black and white breaths.

The black and white qi lingered with each other, slowly turning at the old man's fingertips.

"Go ahead!"

The old man flicked his fingers.

The black and white qi engines lingered with each other and flew towards Xie An's eyebrows.

At the moment when the black and white qi submerged into Xie An's eyebrows, Xie An's frowning brows were finally relieved.

The originally suffocating pain continued to torment Xie An.

But now, as soon as the two Dao Qi entered Xie An's body, they went straight into Xie An's dantian.

There was a thunderous sound in the dantian, which shook Xie An's whole body, and finally regained his calm.

When the Dao Qi enters the dantian, it is a seed planted.

Nourished by the warm spiritual river, it gradually blooms with vitality.

Soon, Dao Qi formed a Dao Seed.

That one was planted under the nourishment of the Spirit River, and slowly pulled out the shoots.

On Xie An's dantian, you can see a strange scene.

In the past, Xie An's dantian cracked and collapsed.

There, there was only a dead air, like a planet without light.

But now, a chasm has opened in that planet, and shoots have risen within it.

The shoots continue to grow, slowly pulling out a leaf.

The leaves are round and fresh, full and vigorous.

It didn't take long for another sprout to grow.

The shoots soon grow into lotus leaves.

Soon, another piece.

A.

until six lotus leaves are drawn.

A stem slowly pulled out between the lotus leaves, and the lone stem attracted green, and suddenly turned into a ball of flower bones.

When the breeze came, the flower bones began to bloom.

Its glow is scorching, and its color is faint.

It is accompanied by the double shadow of lotus leaves, like a sword fairy dancing sword.

The wind blows the lotus leaves, and the vitality appears!

The Linghe River slowly flows into the dantian and eventually merges into a Linghu.

Above the lake, there seem to be infinite lotus leaves, and there seems to be a sword fairy drunk.

For a time, the lake was full of colors, sparkling, like a sword.

Immediately, a little green light appeared, full of life.

Xie An slowly opened his eyes.

He woke up.

He was surprised.

Obviously, he was burned by the dragon's breath, and his whole body was in severe pain.

Why, there are no wounds?

This skin is also not right.

"Am I dead?"

Wrong!

Xie An found that he still had a heartbeat.

"Born to death, and comprehend the sword technique of life and death, not bad, not bad!"

The old man's voice sounded like sawwood, and it was extremely abrupt.

Xie An couldn't help but tremble, looking around, but there was no one in sight.

It wasn't until a glimmer of vitality appeared on the old man's body that Xie An noticed the old man's figure.

Xie An saw the old man's strange appearance, and he didn't feel uncomfortable.

He thought for a moment, then bowed.

"Xie An, thank you, thank you seniors for saving your life."

Xie An's words were extremely respectful, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

My father once said that life and death are important matters.

Someone who gives a helping hand will be a spring of water, and he should not be neglected.

"When I first saw the old man, my heart was as calm as water, and I had such a heart, this son was extraordinary!"

As if he hadn't heard Xie An's words, the old man didn't reply directly.

Xie An did not get up, but maintained a bowed posture.

The old man was very appreciative, he bowed slightly, waved his hand and said, "Etiquette is exempt." ”

"It's not that the old man saved you, but that you saved yourself."

The old man's eyes were as plain as a mirror, and he slowly spoke.

Xie An didn't understand, but he still listened obediently.

Soon, he felt something strange around him.

When Xie An bowed down just now, he noticed several figures behind him.

He turned around and saw Mo Neng and other Xuanyi guards, and also saw the third prince.

"Still alive?"

Xie Ansheng was surprised, he wanted to slash it again, but found that the Absolute Immortal Sword was not in his hand.

Seeing this, the old man waved with one hand, and the Absolute Immortal Sword appeared.

"Are you looking for this sword?"

The old man asked.

"Thank you again, senior!"

Xie An took the Peerless Immortal Sword and was ecstatic.

"You don't have to use the killing intent anymore, this son is dead."

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed at Xie An.

He found that the old man was pointing to the body of the third prince.

At this time, Xie An was even more surprised, he thought for a while and asked:

"Why didn't they find me?"