With the fall of the thunder dragon, the golden tripod also went straight to the sky, and the purple ferocious dragon with the ding's body was hard and regretful, and the time seemed to have stopped for a quarter of an hour when it came into contact, and then a huge storm swept in all directions, and the sound of breaking the earth spread throughout Kyushu.

Figures rose up from the sky above the entire world, all looking into the distance with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

All living beings were boiling, casually talking about how the energy storm from afar was triggered, some people said that it was caused by the explosion of a strong person who had won the peak of the Great Perfection, and some people said that it was caused by the breakthrough of the strong man who surpassed the peak of the Great Perfection, in short, there were different opinions.

The dark clouds in the sky were swept away by a powerful storm, and Xu Mo in the sky was weak, and the situation in his body was simply unimaginable, the Yuan Ying was broken, the meridians were broken, and the bones were cracked inch by inch.

Not long after, falling from the sky, Lingding and Jinding were swept away by the energy storm and shot into the distant sky in order to protect him, and they disappeared.

Looking at Xu Mo who fell down, Zhao Zilong hurriedly wanted to jump off the city gate to pick him up, but he was pulled by his city lord's father, but the city lord's face was also gloomy as water.

"Boom!"

With a not very loud sound, Zhao Zilong's father couldn't stop him anymore, Zhao Zilong rushed down the city gate like crazy, and ran towards the place where Xu Mo fell.

On the way to run, he kept tripping over the corpse, and then got up, ran to Xu Mo's side and knelt down, holding Xu Mo's head and crying to the sky.

After a while, the soldiers and the city lord came closer, and the city lord slowly squatted down and stretched out his palm and gently patted him on the shoulder, "Once the deceased is gone, why bother, try to cheer up!" The city lord no longer had the usual serious look on his face at this time, but only a father's endless care for his son.

And hearing the city lord's words of concern, Zhao Zilong said to him with red eyes: "He's not dead yet, he's not dead!"

The city lord was silent, lowered his head deeply, his eyes began to redden, and he didn't want Xu Mo to die, but the facts were in front of him, he sighed deeply, and waved his hand to the soldiers behind him to pull away his son.

Two soldiers lined up on both sides, and when they stepped forward to hold Zhao Zilong and was about to pull him away, an incredible scene happened, without warning, Xu Mo frowned slightly, and his arms trembled and wanted to get up.

This scene did not escape everyone's eyes, and they all felt very incredible, and the city lord was also stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked the two soldiers to let go of Zhao Zilong.

He also stepped forward to probe Xu Mo's snort, and noticed that there was still a faint breath breathing out, and said excitedly to the soldier who had just pulled Zhao Zilong: "Quick, lightly lift him up and carry it to Li Lao." ”

Zhao Zilong hurriedly stepped forward, looked at the city lord with excited eyes and asked, "Father, how is he now?"

After the soldiers left, the city lord looked at Zhao Zilong's excited eyes, and he also blamed himself, how could he have thought that someone or a monk would be alive, it was his own mistake that almost caused the death of a person.

After a moment of silence, he whispered to Zhao Zilong with a sigh: "Alas, the situation is very bad, the breath is very weak, even if you can save it, there will be an eighty percent chance of becoming a waste." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zilong was like being struck by lightning, and muttered to himself as if asking himself: "Becoming a wasted person, doesn't that directly indicate that he can't take care of himself in the future, then he has changed from a high-ranking immortal cultivator to a wasted person who is not even as good as ordinary mortals, does he still have hope for life?" ”

Perhaps hearing his son's self-muttering, the city lord gently patted Zhao Zilong's shoulder, and said solemnly: "Even if he becomes a waste, as long as he does not give up hope for life, I will do my best to find a treasure for him to heal, even if I can't find it, I will send someone to take care of him for a lifetime, I can't be sorry for my benefactor no matter what, he saved the people of my city, our Zhao family can't be ungrateful." ”

Hearing his father's solemn promise, Zhao Zilong nodded.

....

In the bustling street, where the cries of hawking are endless, there is a non-popular medical center, in which a skinny old man sits on the bed, looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street with cloudy eyes, looking particularly depressed under the sunset.

Just when he thought that such a peaceful day was about to pass, two soldiers came over with a pale face with extra care, gently placed it next to him, and then said with a solemn face in his fists: "Elder Li, he must be rescued, he is our benefactor of the whole city." ”

After saying that, he didn't stay any longer, and walked outside, and when he got outside, the two of them separated, and stood on both sides of the gate.

When the two soldiers carried the young man over, the old man was also stunned for a moment when he saw the words spoken by the two soldiers in a solemn manner, and only after the two of them left could he react, and the thin fingers with a wry smile were placed on the pulse of the young man, and his face changed greatly under the careful induction.

Then he gently opened the young man's eyelids with his hand, saw the scarlet pupils, sighed softly, bent down and opened the door of the bedside table, took out a set of silver needles, and took out a finger-long silver needle that was shining in the light of the light, and slowly pierced into the young man's acupoint.

In the light of the lamp, his face looked unusually dull, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes were still shining, because he could see that the boy's breathing had recovered from rapid to steady.

After watching it for a long time, he sighed softly and said, "Boy, how far you can go depends on your creation, or your perseverance!"

With that, he lay down and slept next to the boy, gently blowing out the light, and the room fell silent.

Time slipped away inadvertently, three days later.

The sky had just turned white, and the vendors kept opening their doors one after another.

In a shop, a young man lying flat next to an old man slowly opened his confused eyes, at first he looked around in confusion, and then he seemed to think of something, covering his head with one hand, inhaling while recalling the past scenes.

After a while, the young man held his head and shrunk his body, the old man looked at it and sighed, and said: "Child, although I don't know what you have experienced, in short, it is a very bad thing, the past is like a cloud, why bother with the past." ”

The boy on the bed was Xu Mo, he recalled the scenes of his parents and fellow villagers being brutally killed, the scenes of building roads, and finally froze under the catastrophe, the scene of Lingding and Jinding being knocked away by energy fluctuations and disappearing in the sky, he stretched out his hand to grab it, but he could only grasp the air in front of him.

"No!"

A terrible voice came out of his mouth, and his eyes widened as he stared at the unfamiliar scene in front of him, his eyes full of blood-red.

The old man sitting next to him noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly took out a silver needle again and stabbed it into his eyebrows, the blood red of his eyes slowly faded, revealing black and white eyes, and the raised fist fell, and his pale face was covered with sweat.

Lowering his head and panting heavily, he looked at his right hand that was still clenching his fist, and gasped at the old man, and said: "Thank you for the rescue of the old man, I was just invaded by the demon in my heart and almost hurt you, I'm really sorry!"

"Heart Demon?" the old man said subconsciously, and immediately seemed to remember something, and hurriedly grabbed Xu Mo's arm and asked eagerly, "Are you talking about the heart demon?"

Looking at the old man's eager appearance, Xu Mo thought for a while, held the bed with both hands, and asked weakly: "Cultivator, I used to be a cultivator, I don't know what the cultivator you are talking about, old man?"

Hearing Xu Mo's reply, the old man looked at Xu Mo in a complicated manner, his eyes were full of reminiscence, he pursed his lips and said: "Cultivation, I have seen it in ancient books, and it is said to be the cultivation method of the Great Dao. ”

Seeing Xu Mo's puzzled eyes, the old man said slowly: "The old man's name is Li Long, and he is the direct descendant of the fifteenth Li family in the Tianxuan Continent, and he has been framed for fifteen years, and he is downcast!"

"Hello Elder Li, I'm very willing to listen to your past, let's talk about it!" Xu Mo gasped and said.

Just about to speak, the corner of his eye saw Xu Mo's sick appearance, talked about it, and said freely: "The past is like the wind, in the past, let him drift away with the wind!"

Hearing the old man's weak words, Xu Mo didn't say anything more, stretched out his hands, looked at the thin palms, felt that there was no trace of divine consciousness in his body, and said with a wry smile: "Cultivation, hehe, there is no hope in this life." ”

"Boy, just give up on yourself! Alas, it seems that this god really saw the wrong person in the first place?"

An ethereal voice sounded in Xu Mo's ears, as if mockery, as if regret.

"Who?"

Xu Mo stood up, staggered left and right, and said in disbelief.

"Can't you hear me?"

The mysterious voice sounded again.

Xu Mo, who was standing on the bed, hurriedly sat down and put on his shoes, looked left and right, and after finding that there was no figure, he asked with a frown: "You call yourself a god, are you an ancient god?"

"Haha, that's a good boy! I remembered it was me so quickly!"

The voice of the ancient god came out again, and he said with a hearty smile and appreciation.

Hearing the words of appreciation from the ancient god, Xu Mo held his brow with one hand and said helplessly: "Just your obvious prompt, who can't guess it!"

"Boy, this is the last divine consciousness of this god, I was afraid that you would not be able to fulfill your promise and stay, who knows that it will really be useful at this moment. Haha, fortunately, this god is self-aware. “

It was an extremely serious word, but the ancient god said that the princess sold melons halfway through, and she boasted about it.

Xu Mo's originally pale face in place, hearing his speechless words, only added a trace of gloom.

PS: I'm so excited, I have no way to break through three thousand.