During the day of the next day, in a forest, under a big tree, the branches hidden there suddenly began to tremble slightly, and then the whole body was snow-white, and the little white tiger with wings on its back crawled out of the hole in the tree covered by the branches, and a pair of bright and pure eyes looked around curiously, and the sound of "woo woo woo" kept coming out of his mouth.

The little white tiger's little tiger head looked around, barked there for a long time, sniffed around with its nose, and then left here, and the direction it left was the direction in which Jian Chen was going.

The little white tiger is still very young, and its short limbs can't even support its body to run on the ground, only step by step, rolling and crawling, moving forward at a very slow pace.

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I don't know how long it took for Lu Dao to wake up from the chaotic state, Jian Chen's eyes opened with some difficulty, and the first thing that came into his eyes was a wooden roof, although it was a little dilapidated, but it was clean.

Suddenly, a burst of headache suddenly hit Jian Chen's brain, making Jian Chen can't help but let out a painful moan, his head was very painful, making his face instantly pale, without a trace of blood, the muscles of his face were constantly drawing, and then a heavy feeling of dizziness came, Jian Chen's head tilted, and he fainted.

Not long after Jian Chen's coma, a creaking sound came, the wooden door of the wooden house was opened, and a little fat man about twenty years old and with a tiger's head walked in from outside, he went straight to Jian Chen, looked at Jian Chen, who was in a coma with his eyes closed, stretched out his hand to wrap around his head, and muttered: "Strange, I obviously heard a voice coming from just now, why hasn't he woken up yet, he has been in a coma for three days." Then the little fat man left the cabin.

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The little white tiger rolled and crawled in the same direction for three days in a row, and even fell several times when it encountered a steep place, but it did not suffer the slightest injury due to its fine skin and tender flesh, but its snow-white hair had turned gray and covered with mud.

And after three days of hard work, it finally came to the place where Sword Dust and the eight Sky Saint Masters were fighting.

The little white tiger sniffed ahead with his nose, and then made a rapid "woo woo woo" sound in his mouth, which seemed to be very sad, seemed to be crying, and then crawled forward even harder, and soon came to a blood-stained land, where the blood had dried up, leaving a blood-red mark on the ground, and some dried internal organs remained on the ground.

The little white tiger kept screaming like sadness in his mouth, and the little tiger head looked back and forth around, sniffing the dried blood on the ground, and then took the pieces of internal organs on the ground into his mouth and ate them.

Although the internal organs have dried up, but it contains powerful energy, after eating the internal organs, the limbs of the little white tiger seem to be more powerful, and it gradually supports its body to stand straight, and even the mouth begins to grow a few sharp little tiger teeth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little white tiger swallowed the internal organs scattered on the ground in his stomach, and his mouth made a sad whining sound, and after a while, the internal organs scattered on the ground were swallowed up by the little white tiger.

At this time, although the little white tiger's body did not change too significantly, its movements became more agile than before, a pair of limbs were strong and powerful, and it was no longer as difficult to walk as before.

The little white tiger opened its mouth, directly bit off a piece of soil on the ground and put it in its mouth, and after a while, it spit out the soil from its mouth, and the soil it spit out had returned to its original color, and the dry blood mixed in the soil had disappeared.

For five hours, the little white tiger was constantly gnawing on the soil on the ground, sucking the blood in the soil, which not only contained the blood of the sword dust, but also the blood of the Sky Saint Master, which contained not weak energy, which was a pretty good tonic for the current little white tiger.

As he sucked more blood, the little white tiger became stronger, and the teeth that had just grown out of his mouth became sharper and sharper.

After sucking all the blood contained in the soil, the little white tiger walked around the field with a somewhat robust pace, sniffing and sniffing constantly, and running in one direction like a fly, and the pair of wings on its back also stretched out, and quickly incited up and down with its running pace.

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Scenes kept appearing in Jian Chen's mind, sometimes seeing a chaotic space, and sometimes seeing a strange gas. From time to time, I saw an old man with white hair and a childish face. From time to time, I saw a large red cloud floating in the air, and ten thousand lightning bolts that could tear the space apart were constantly falling. From time to time, I saw two divine swords, one purple and one green, flying happily in the air like a couple, making a pleasant sword sound. From time to time, I saw an old man with a childish face controlling two divine swords, one purple and one green, flying in the air, constantly cutting off the heads of demons. From time to time, I saw two divine swords, one purple and one green, merging in the air, fighting in the endless void with the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, destroying the space.

At the end of the day, Jian Chen saw two divine swords, one purple and one green, shattered into fragments in the sky, and two faint clouds of purple and blue light flew out from them, entering the underground of a mountain range and disappearing.......

I don't know how long it took to do it, the sleeping consciousness finally slowly woke up, Jian Chen slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly, a headache hit Jian Chen's brain again, but this time it was much more slightly injured than before, so Jian Chen endured it for a while, and the pain gradually disappeared.

Jian Chen's eyes looked around a little dazedly, and found that he was lying in a small wooden house made of wood at the moment, sleeping under him was a hard wooden bed, and the ground was a wooden floor on which many footprints remained, the cabin was not big, the length and width were about two zhang, and the furniture inside was also very simple.

"Where is this?" Jian Chen looked around blankly, his face was full of confusion, and just as he was about to get up from the bed, a piercing pain came from his body, ruthlessly destroying Jian Chen's expression.

The intense pain made Jian Chen let out a muffled snort uncontrollably, his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and his face, which was originally a little ruddy, also turned pale because of the devastation of this pain.

Jian Chen's silver teeth clenched, and he raised his head with great difficulty to look at the situation on his body, at this moment, he was suddenly stunned, only to see a huge hole with a diameter of thirty centimeters appear on his chest, almost splitting his chest in half, and his entire body became miserable, with dry blood scars everywhere, as well as hideous and terrifying wounds, which looked terrifying.

Looking at the condition of his body, a tidal wave of memories surged out of Jian Chen's brain, and the scene of the fierce battle with the eight Sky Saint Masters before suddenly came to mind.

"Am I not dead?" Jian Chen's expression was momentarily sluggish, but then he came to his senses, and his eyes immediately showed a look of ecstasy.

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead!" Jian Chen's expression could not hide the excitement in it, and his whole body trembled slightly, but it immediately involved the wounds on his body, and the painful Jian Chen was a burst of cracked teeth, and it was unspeakably painful.

Half a sound, the severe pain slowly subsided, Jian Chen's whole body seemed to collapse and lay on the bed panting heavily, when he calmed down, he immediately calmed down and sensed the situation in his body.

The situation in his body appeared in Jian Chen's mind like an incomparably clear picture, and Jian Chen's perception was dozens of times higher than before, but he didn't have time to be happy about it, and he didn't even notice the changes in himself, he was immediately shocked and completely stunned by the terrible situation in his body.

The injuries in his body were very serious, it was a terrible mess, all his internal organs and various organs were gone, even his heart was shattered and powdered, he should not have survived such a serious injury, but Jian Chen did not die.

This is not the most serious, what really makes Jian Chen unacceptable is that the Holy Soldier Light Wind Sword, which he has cultivated for more than ten years, has also disappeared from the dantian, and even the purple and green sword spirit entrenched in the dantian is nowhere to be found.

His holy soldiers had been shattered, there was not even a single bit left, the source of strength had been lost in the dantian, and the achievements he had gained after more than ten years of hard cultivation had been in vain.

Jian Chen was completely stunned, he who lost the holy soldier, he was tantamount to a person who had lost all his martial arts, from a master who decided by talent to an ordinary person who did not know any martial arts, this incident caused a lot of damage to Jian Chen.

"Could it be that I have become a waster?" Jian Chen's eyes looked at the roof with a somewhat empty look and lost his mind for a while, but his heart was full of unwillingness, because he still had too many things to do, and to do these things, he must have strong strength.

"Crunch!"

At this time, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man dressed very simply walked in from the door, he was about forty years old, with a resolute face, although he was wearing a coarse cloth shirt embroidered with patches, but he still couldn't hide the extraordinary temperament of the middle-aged man.

"You're awake. The middle-aged man looked at Jian Chen's eyes calmly and spoke.

Jian Chen came back to his senses, looked at the middle-aged man with a somewhat blank look, and said softly, "Xie Lu, thank you for saving me." ”

The middle-aged man walked up to Jian Chen's side and looked at the injuries on his body, and said with a light smile: "Your life is really big, your soul has not dissipated after such a serious injury, if it is someone else, even if the other party is a Sky Saint Master, it is absolutely impossible to survive." ”

The middle-aged man paused in his tone and said, "The injuries on your body are very bad, all your internal organs have been destroyed, unless you have a high-level Light Saint Master to treat you, otherwise, it will be difficult for you to recover from your injuries." ”

Jian Chen was silent, now his mood was very low, the holy soldiers were broken, and the loss of martial arts had a great impact on him.

Looking at Jian Chen's dull eyes, the middle-aged man sighed secretly, and said: "Young man, if you want to open some, what if you become a waste person who doesn't know martial arts, it's not the same ordinary life, although you will lose a lot of wonderful stories, but sooner or later you will get tired of it, take care of your injuries, and I will ask my father for a light pill later, because it should help you recover as soon as possible." ”