Chapter 147 The passing year is unfavorable

Qin Hao's body, without Qin Hao's knowledge, slowly recovered.

However, after Qin Hao's body recovered a little and was out of danger of life, the books in Qin Hao's mind regained his calm, and did not continue to exude spiritual power, pouring into Qin Hao's body.

Qin Hao, who was in a coma, was breathing slowly and steadily.

Soon, the night cleared.

As dawn came the next day, Qin Hao, who was lying under the bushes, trembled slightly, and then opened his eyes with difficulty and came to his senses.

"Hiss......"

Qin Hao, who had woken up, just twisted his body slightly, and he couldn't help but gasp.

He felt his body, like thousands of steel needles pricking!

His injuries were too serious, and even if it weren't for the fact that when he was unconscious, the books in his mind helped Qin Hao stabilize his injuries, and Qin Hao's life would have been gone.

Even so, Qin Hao, who had come to his senses at the moment, was also covered in scars, and the slightest movement was a painful pain, and some of the wounds that were originally scabbed also shed blood again.

"It's miserable......"

Qin Hao felt his injury, and his face was full of bitterness.

In order to block the sword light of the black-robed man, he desperately cast the Demon Shadow Nine Escapes and the Demon God Seven Fingers, plus the burning essence blood, although he saved his life, but he was also counterattacked, and was affected by the sword light, and was seriously injured.

Now he has a strong physical body, almost collapsed, and the spiritual power in his body is almost dry, and he is completely on the verge of death, and he feels that he can still wake up, which is a miracle.

"Fortunately, I'm lucky, the black-robed man didn't find me......"

Qin Hao felt that there was severe pain in every part of his body, and while baring his teeth, he also had a trace of happiness in his heart.

In his state, he was hiding under the bushes at that time, but fortunately, the black-robed man didn't stay for too long, and he didn't look for it carefully, otherwise, Qin Hao would definitely be unable to escape death.

"We must rush back to the Purple Mountain Gate as soon as possible!"

Qin Hao felt that his current state, not to mention a cultivator, even a slightly stronger person could easily defeat Qin Hao, which made him full of a sense of crisis and wanted to rush back to the Purple Mountain Gate immediately.

He took out a few healing pills from the storage ring and swallowed them directly.

He's almost empty in his storage ring now.

In addition to a few bottles of healing pills, an ancient seal, and more than 200,000 spirit stones, it can be said that there is nothing else, it is empty, so that Qin Hao feels pain and speechless when he sees it.

This time I rushed to the giant tent city, I wanted to buy a treasure containing the power of blood, and opened the third page of the book, but I didn't expect that more than one million spirit stones and spirit stones failed to buy two medium-grade magic weapons as I wished, so I just bought one, and in the end I was robbed, and even I almost died.

However, with the current situation, Qin Hao had no other way but to rush back to the Purple Mountain Gate as soon as possible. At least in the Purple Mountain Gate, his life is still guaranteed.

Otherwise, in his current state, if he encounters someone with bad intentions, Qin Hao has no ability to resist at all!

Swallowing the healing pill, Qin Hao's injury, although it has not recovered, at least it will not deteriorate, making Qin Hao feel a little better, and he also has some physical strength, so he can hurry.

He endured the severe pain in his body, specially selected barren mountains and mountains, and returned to the Purple Mountain Gate.

From the Purple Mountain Gate to the Giant Canopy City, even if Qin Hao was not injured, it would take three or four days to travel. With Qin Hao's current state, if he wants to rush back to Zishan Gate, he can't rush back without ten days and half a month.

Fortunately, Qin Hao stopped and walked all the way, swallowed pills, meditated to heal his injuries, although his injuries did not recover much, but they were much better than at the beginning, at least on the surface, he no longer looked crumbling, and his complexion was a little more normal.

"This time the injury was too serious. I'm afraid that when I return to the Purple Mountain Gate, I won't be able to recover completely in a month or two!"

After a few days of rushing to heal his injuries, Qin Hao had some understanding of the injuries in his body.

He originally wanted to get the Condensation Realm cultivation technique as soon as possible and improve his strength, but now it seems that the Condensation Realm cultivation technique, in a short period of time, does not need to think about it at all. Even he himself needs to spend a month or two slowly healing.

"This is really an unwarranted disaster! I don't know what that mysterious force is, why do we need so many treasures containing the power of blood? Moreover, in just two days, this force can collect all the treasures of the entire Eastern Wilderness and the power of blood, and this force is really terrifying!"

Qin Hao's mind was full of thoughts.

He didn't know anything about the various forces in the immortal cultivation world, such a mysterious force, there were many discussions in the giant tent city before, but no one knew about it, and Qin Hao couldn't guess it.

"The vision of the Demon Suppression Mountain Range has not disappeared, and there is such a mysterious force appearing, it seems that this most barren Eastern Wilderness is not calm. I'd better heal as soon as possible and find a way to continue to gather spirit stones......"

Qin Hao felt that his life was too miserable.

I want to gather enough spirit stones, buy a medium-grade magic weapon containing the power of blood, and use it to open the third page of the book, this has been made up several times, and the result is worse and worse every time.

It was okay last time, but the spirit stone was robbed by Zou Li, so he took the risk and got it back.

This time it's good, the magic weapon was bought, but it was robbed, and even his little life was almost lost.

Now that he has become a completely poor bastard, he can only start from scratch to raise and buy spirit stones that contain the magic weapon of the blood evil, which I don't know how much time it will take.

Moreover, he is now seriously injured, and the Purple Mountain Gate is guarded by Zou Li, at least for a month or two, he has to heal quietly, and he has to guard against Zou Liyin and him, if he wants to collect spirit stones, it is simply difficult to climb to the sky.

"Hopelessly poor!"

Qin Hao imagined his next situation, and felt that life was hopeless.

Obviously, he robbed the treasure house several times, and the wealth he obtained, logically speaking, was a huge amount for many Condensation Realm and even Jindan Realm cultivators, enough to maintain cultivation for a long time.

But Qin Hao found that he was still a poor bastard!

Even, it's getting poorer!

"It's all horses without night grass and no fertilizer, people without windfall and no wealth, I have made so many windfalls, why instead of getting rich, I am getting poorer and poorer?"

Qin Hao felt that he was simply unfavorable for the passing years.

If someone else makes a windfall, they don't have to worry about a few years or even decades of cultivation resources.

He is good, in a short period of time, he has made a few windfalls, but the result is getting worse and worse, and now he has become a seriously injured body, and it will take a month or two just to heal.

(End of chapter)