"Get me out of here!" Qian Yang shouted in a hurry, but no one would want to put himself on the wall all the time.

Yu Jie smiled bitterly and waved his hand. He wasn't in much better shape than anyone else, and although he was barely the only monk on the field who could move freely, it would be very difficult for him to move twice.

Yu Jie's body has already been seriously overdrawn, and the moment the sword slashes the golden sand is a magical explosion of human beings who briefly break through the shackles of the body in an emergency, and after the outbreak, extreme weakness is followed.

Qian Yang pursed his lips, and a sharp stone on his back hurt his back molars.

"Gotta get yourself out first!

Qian Yang wants to come out, he wants to come out immediately! It is still a trivial matter to be uncomfortable on the wall, the key is that such a scene now makes him extremely insecure.

To put it mildly, more than 100 incapacitated people are hanging in broad daylight, which is extremely irresponsible for life. At this time, let alone a black-toothed crocodile or something, even a murderous rabbit can't save and wipe out more than 100 people directly, and there will really be nowhere to cry out at that time.

To put it mildly, Qian Yang himself is absolutely unwilling to stay with more than 100 living creatures without the slightest resistance. Although objectively speaking, these more than 100 people were saved by him with his hard work, and it stands to reason that he will not have the slightest ill intentions towards him, and Qian Yang doesn't think that these people will have any strange thoughts about him from the bottom of his heart, but he just doesn't like this feeling that his life is not under his control. This sense of powerlessness that has lost all initiative and is completely unable to decide his own destiny is what Qian Yang has feared the most since he was sensible.

In order to get rid of this fear, Qian Yang felt that he should crawl out of the pit immediately, even if he had to pay some price for it, even if the price he paid might not be meaningful at all.

The Mineral Spirit Pill he swallowed in his stomach just now had already begun to take effect, and Qian Yang's physical strength had recovered somewhat, and now it was not the ability to save himself that was bothering him, but the cracked bones all over his body.

Qian Yang had already used his spiritual sense to probe his injuries, and almost all of his injuries were concentrated on the bones, and countless cracks formed intertwined veins on the bones of his whole body, and there was even a trace of strange artistic sense.

But to say that his current injuries are actually not serious. The cracks weren't deep, at least not one deep enough to break his bones. Normally, if Qian Yang's injury is lying flat on the bed, and then taking some good injury medicine, he can squint steadily for ten days and a half months.

It's easy to say, but there is one thing that cannot be ambiguous in the process of recuperating from injuries, that is, the wound must not be forced! Once the wound is stressed, the bone is broken, and it is the best result, even if the whole bone is broken into a pile of powder with the fine cracks, there is nothing strange about it.

Qian Yang obviously knew this, but he just wanted to come out. Broken bones can be cured, and there are many ways to cure bones in the cultivation realm, at most it is a little troublesome and a little expensive. But if you just watch yourself being stuck in the wall and can't retreat, but don't make the slightest change, what is the difference between it and salted fish!

Qian Yang tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the little bit of poor spiritual power that he had just recovered was slowly transported to his whole body, carefully creating a thin protective layer outside the skeleton of his whole body. Then, enduring the pain in his heart, Qian Yang began to try to move his body, and of course the force was habitually placed on his limbs.

Gently pushing the earth wall back with both hands, and then gently moving his feet forward with the force of his hands, Qian Yang took the first step with great difficulty. The pain from the tips of his hands and feet distorted his entire face under Qian Yang's face towel, and even from the only eyes he was exposed to, it could be seen that he was in great pain.

Huo Jian, who was taken away, looked at Qian Yang without blinking, and a light flashed in his calm and deep eyes from time to time. The monstrous momentum he had when he first appeared on the scene had long since faded, and his slightly trembling figure and decaying flesh proved that his state was by no means as calm as his eyes.

Huo Jian's face gradually rose an abnormal flush, and in addition to bringing him some indescribable majesty, this red was also gradually devouring the originally healthy skin.

If you look closely, Huo Jian's face gradually turns red at first, and after a while, those red parts slowly begin to melt. It seems that the impact of the seizure is extremely violent, and the conflict caused by the mismatch between the soul and the body is intuitively manifested in "Huo Jian", and the final outcome of this body is to be completely corrupted and collapsed.

However, "Huo Jian" didn't seem to care very much about this kind of ending, his attention was completely on Qian Yang who was trying to control the initiative at this time, and every inch of Qian Yang's movement would make his eyes change subtly.

As the heaviest part, Qian Yang's fingertips had broken several times, but his movements did not stop at all, and he still slowly but firmly moved himself outward from the pit little by little. Fortunately, the rest of his body was still strong for the time being, and the bones in other parts were obviously much stronger than the slender phalanges, and the spiritual power that spread throughout his body also played a considerable role in protecting the bones.

Finally, Qian Yang's left foot stepped on the ground, and the sudden shift of the center of gravity made the pressure on his left leg increase suddenly, and the sound of "squeak" from the bones frightened Qian Yang's hairs to stand on end. In a panic, Qian Yang hurriedly rushed forward, hoping to use an action similar to lying flat to disperse the pressure on his legs, but his sudden acceleration of the movement undoubtedly made his left leg, which was on the verge of breaking, need to bear more force at a certain moment!

"Click~Click~Click~"

When Qian Yang finally fell to the ground, this tooth-souring sound came from his ears.

The leg, in the end, is still broken.

Qian Yang's mouth was grinning, and the intense pain made him roll on the spot, and his face, which was originally upside down on the ground, also turned into a back facing the sky with the rolling. When a dim ray of sunlight pierced through the fog and shone on Qian Yang's face, his big mouth that had been open in pain smoothly turned into laughter.

"Huo Jian" has been staring at Qian Yang, and under his gaze, Qian Yang, who has laughed enough, took out an inferior wound medicine from the bracelet with difficulty, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, and then took out the recovery crystal, greedily absorbing the spiritual power in it. After a while, his face showed the brilliance of a cultivator, which was the outward manifestation of a monk's spiritual power.

"Huo Jian" raised his eyebrows, he knew that at this moment, the little rookie in front of him who had surprised him many times had once again regained his combat strength. Even if this rookie is injured all over his body, even if it is difficult for this rookie to even move, but a rookie with such a tenacious personality and full of spiritual power finally holds the initiative of survival in his hands again at this moment.

"You're good, boy!"

"Huo Jian" didn't speak, but the voice that belonged to him sounded in Qian Yang's head.

"Uh!" Qian Yang was stunned for a moment, turned his head a few times, and saw that the flushed "Huo Jian" was looking at him with a nonchalant smile.

"Seniors have won awards!" Qian Yang's body was inconvenient to move, and he didn't have the ability to transmit sounds, so he nodded lightly and responded.

In fact, Qian Yang was a little apprehensive at this time, it is said that Qian Yang saved the primordial spirit of this predecessor and saved it from being refined. But what he did was completely without the consent of this senior, and the power of this senior was too great, and his mind was even more incomprehensible, Qian Yang only knew that he was very dissatisfied with the body he had found temporarily, and God knew what this senior was going to do now.

Just when Qian Yang was thinking about something that he didn't have, the next sentence of "Huo Jian" shocked Qian Yang almost to pieces!

"Huo Jian"'s tone was neither salty nor light: "The trick of asking the heart is easy to use, right?"

"What!"

Qian Yang almost blew up on the spot, the secret of asking the heart is the hole card he has hidden the deepest, no matter how close the people around him are, he has never mentioned it, how can this person, or this Yuan Shen, know the secret of asking the heart?

Qian Yang's face was gloomy and ugly, on the contrary, "Huo Jian"'s face became more and more ruddy.

"Red?" Qian Yang suddenly had an idea, if you want to say that the only person who knows the trick of asking your heart is yourself, then there is only a red-faced senior. Although the red-faced predecessor should have already returned to heaven, the person in front of him now is really not a living person, but a primordial god!

Could it be that after the red-faced predecessor returned to heaven, the original god sneaked out by himself, and was captured by Jinsha?

The more Qian Yang thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was reliable, and the expression of "Huo Jian" seemed to agree with his guess.

Qian Yang was suddenly in a trance, the "Huo Jian" in front of him and the red-faced predecessors in his memory were not at all similar, and their faces were magically combined, and there was no difference.

"Red-faced ......" Qian Yang blurted out a greeting, but was interrupted.

"It's me!"

"Huo Jian" didn't let Qian Yang continue, there were more than 100 people on the field listening with their ears pricked up, he had no problem using sound transmission, but Qian Yang, a rookie, didn't have the ability to communicate sound, and if he said something, he might cause some trouble!

Qian Yang obviously also realized the protection of the red-faced seniors for him, and nodded silently, but the corners of his eyes were a little sour for no reason. Suddenly, he remembered something again, and hurriedly said three words silently.

"Chi-Kasumi-ko!"

This time it was Huo Jian's turn to be stunned, Qian Yang's mouth shape was unmistakable, and he was obviously very familiar with the name. As soon as his eyes turned, the contents of Qianyang's storage bracelet instantly became clear to him.

"Alas!" The red-faced eyes were a little confused, and he sighed: "The Xianfang Mirror is also in your hand?"

Qian Yang's face was dazed, he knew that the Xianfang Mirror in Red Face's mouth should be the plate left for him by the Chixia Zi he got during the trial, but he didn't understand why Red Face suddenly showed such a sad expression.

"Senior ......" Qian Yang suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Huo Jian" was silent for a long time, but he kept staring at Qian Yang tightly, as if he wanted to see Qian Yang through. He felt the urge to say something, but eventually shook his head with difficulty.