When the little monk saw that the man vomited blood again, he was frightened, and hurriedly walked back to help him lie down.

The man waved his hand to signal that it was okay, and whispered, "Can the little master pour me a glass of water to quench my thirst?"

When the little monk poured water and was about to feed him water, he suddenly saw him close his eyes and fall asleep again.

"Donor Donor ......"

The little monk called a few times, but the man didn't react in the slightest, and the little monk scratched his head in distress, "Oops, I fainted again, fortunately I didn't notify the host, otherwise the host came and saw that the other party was still unconscious, and he would definitely reprimand me." ”

Glancing at the person on the hospital bed, the little monk pushed open the door and left.

As soon as the little monk left, the man's eyes opened again, his dark pupils twitched, he looked around puzzledly, and sank into his heart and said, "Master, why did we come to Xizhou?

Several calls in succession, but no response.

The man felt some physical conditions, and after a while, he sighed: "It was so badly injured that even the true yuan could not be condensed, fortunately, the original spirit was not damaged, and first check if there are hidden dangers in this temple." ”

Saying that, the man suddenly closed his eyes.

In an instant, all the monks and scholars in the Xianyin Temple inexplicably had the illusion of being watched by someone, and between doubts, this feeling appeared quickly and disappeared quickly.

The man slowly opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself: "It turned out to be a mortal ancient temple, fortunately, fortunately!"

Feeling emotional, the man tried to do something, and after trying for a long time, he saw that his stiff fingers flicked, and there was a thumb-sized pill in his hand, and the pill slowly rose in the air and floated into the man's mouth, his throat rolled, and he swallowed it with difficulty.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a liquid flowed into his abdomen, and at this point, the man's face was a little relieved.

This person is none other than Lin Fenghan, who escaped death.

On that day, the annihilation red light of the three-color demon pupil self-detonated and blended together, like the end of the world, swept through the space of the entire land of heavenly calamity, Lin Fenghan was hit by the wave of red light, separated from Long Jinxuan, and was swept into this annihilation red light that was enough to destroy everything.

Annihilating the destructive power of the red light, as soon as it touched the physical body, the foolish high-grade treasure armor Chongshan Thick Earth Armor worn by Lin Fenghan instantly corroded into nothingness.

Lin Fenghan then released the true yuan of exhaustion, released the Eight Desolations of the Moon Bone, and relied on the quasi-immortal magic weapon to be able to save his life for a moment or three, and in Lin Fenghan's Purple Mansion, the Nine Demon Venerable Zhao Lie also realized that he was facing a desperate situation, and did not hesitate to use the pseudo-immortal realm cultivation to resist the annihilation of the red light together with Lin Fenghan.

The strength of the two of them, coupled with the quasi-immortal magic weapon of the Eight Desolations of the Moon Bone, the two of them are just temporarily out of danger and delay the process of death, after all, the Eight Desolations of the Moon Bone are only quasi-immortal magic weapons, not real immortal magic weapons, and the Nine Demon Venerable Zhao Lie has been consumed again and again, and he has not yet recovered, and he can't last long.

Under the erosion of the annihilation red light, the Eight Desolations of the Moon Bone only lasted for one day under Lin Fenghan's gaze, and then they continued to damage and collapse, completely turning into nothingness, and merging into the annihilation red light.

Lin Feng's cold heart was dripping blood.

And the bad news continued, the Nine Demon Venerable Zhao Lie snorted in pain, the Yuan Shen was greatly damaged, and he fell into a deep sleep with an unwilling roar.

Without the Moon Bone Eight Desolations and the Nine Ghost Demon Venerable Zhao Lie, Lin Fenghan was only cultivating in the Heavenly Xuan Realm, and before he could resist for a few breaths, he collapsed, feeling the colic of his body, Lin Fenghan thought that this time he was really going to fall to the land of heavenly calamity.

Suddenly, the sword-shaped hairpin inserted in Lin Feng's cold bun released an incomparable dazzling light, and it opened up in the air, turning into a heavenly mist sword summoned by a true dragon monk, and burst out with a power no less than that of an immortal magic weapon, and opened a light curtain to protect Lin Fenghan.

Lin Fenghan was respite.

The Heavenly Mist Sword slashed into the void in the annihilation red light, and a pitch-black spatial crack appeared out of thin air, and soon the Heavenly Mist Sword took Lin Fenghan, who was seriously injured, and drilled into the crack.

Lin Fenghan shuttled through the dark space, and because of his injuries, he couldn't hold on to it and fell headlong on the sword body of the Heavenly Mist Sword.

The Heavenly Mist Sword was extremely spiritual, and it lived up to Lin Fenghan's expectations and took him out of danger.

Until they were thrown out of the spatial crack, Lin Fenghan and Tianwu Sword both fell on Feilai Peak. The Heavenly Mist Sword seemed to consume a huge amount, and the dim and dull sword flashed with a sword, turning into a small hairpin again, and slowly falling on Lin Feng's cold bun.

Lin Fenghan, who was in a deep coma, was fortunately rescued by a monk from Lingyin Temple who was passing by, not a wild beast......

Now Lin Fenghan has taken a Nine Turns Golden Pill, and after a few days, it is enough to heal all his injuries, but when he thinks of the trip to Zhentianmen, Lin Fenghan's heart is dripping blood.

Not only did they destroy the Chongshan Thick Earth Armor and the Great Flame Wave Heavenly Sword, but they also destroyed the Quasi-Immortal Grade Magic Weapon Moon Bone Eight Desolations, which were difficult to find.

"It's a loss, it's a big loss!"

Lin Feng sighed in bed, he didn't get anything, but he lost so many treasures, the only thing worth celebrating was that his life was finally saved.

With the medicinal effect of the Nine Turns Golden Pill, Lin Fenghan was currently lying still, slowly refining the medicinal power that filled his body, and as the days passed, except for the little monk who occasionally brought porridge and water, no one came to disturb him.

On the fifth day, Lin Fenghan opened his mouth and exhaled, his whole body was itching and unbearable, obviously a phenomenon of healing and recovery from the injury, Lin Fenghan endured it and spent another four days.

Nine days later!

Lin Feng opened his dark eyes, the fatigue in his eyes was gone at this moment, and his expression was deep and bottomless.

Lin Fenghan, who was not in any major trouble, sat up, straightened his body, and slowly moved his muscles and bones, and then heard the little monk who pushed the door in, and shouted anxiously: "Donor, you lie down quickly, although your injuries are almost healed, but who knows if there will be some dark injuries, and it is the best policy to recuperate well!"

Lin Fenghan smiled lightly and raised his hand to stop the little monk who wanted to help him lie down, although the other party was just a mortal, but Lin Fenghan knew that during the period of his injury, the little monk had been taking care of him, not only feeding him every day, but also carefully helping to clean up his body and change dressings.

After stopping the little monk's move, Lin Fenghan already had an extra jade porcelain net bottle in his hand and handed it to the little monk, "Little master, I'm fine, these days, I've bothered you to take care of it more, there is a bottle of pill here, you can live a long life of one hundred and twenty years old if you take one." ”

This thing is the increase in longevity elixir that Lin Fenghan got after killing the monk, there are twelve in the jade porcelain net bottle, but a person can only take one in his life to have an effect, and it is useless to eat more after that.

The little monk looked at the porcelain vase in his hand blankly, looked at Lin Fenghan again like a charlatan, thought about it again, and finally decided to accept it.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk shouted a Buddha name, folded his hands and performed a Buddha salute, and said seriously: "The host said that saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the donor's life should not be extinguished." ”