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Fang Shaoyuan had the heart to speak out, but unfortunately in addition to his consciousness being quite conscious now, the others that were already bad couldn't be worse, let alone say it, he couldn't even open his mouth.

However, the power generated by this super collision can be seen by fools, Ji Yunran hurriedly followed the direction after his body was able to move, and when he saw that the qi and blood were dispersed, Fang Shaoyuan, who was lying in the center of the deep pit, immediately pounced on it with an eager face.

"Hey, hey, Brother Fang, you're okay, wake up, wake up!" Ji Yunran pinched Fang Shaoyuan's face with his hand and shook it back and forth.

Poor Fang Shaoyuan is like a puddle of mud now, he doesn't react at all, just to open his eyes, his throat is turning up and down, and he can't say a word.

Although Fang Shaoyuan is the body of a yang god, he can't talk about breathlessness, but in his current state, being shaken so vigorously by Ji Yunran, even the soul body that had been slightly condensed began to collapse again.

If Ji Yunran is really allowed to go on like this, Fang Shaoyuan may become the first immortal in history to be shaken to death.

Fortunately, he still has a trick, the Great Summoning Technique.

"Stop, Venerable, he is seriously injured, don't shake like this!" Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Ji Yunran and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Ah!" Ji Yunran was stunned for a moment, he didn't know when there was one more person beside him, if this person had evil intentions, wouldn't it, thinking of this, Ji Yunran suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the hand holding Fang Shaoyuan's cheek couldn't help but stagnate.

Suddenly, Fang Shaoyuan breathed a deep sigh of relief in his heart.

"Who are you?" Ji Yunran suddenly stood up with a vigilant face and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared.

"Under Xiao Daoheng, he is a subordinate of His Holiness!"

Looking at Xiao Daoheng's pious face, Ji Yunran breathed a sigh of relief, he could clearly distinguish that the Xiao Daoheng in front of him, who claimed to be Fang Shaoyuan's subordinate, was really obeying Fang Shaoyuan from the bottom of his heart.

"Wait a minute, what did you just say, Brother Fang, he didn't die? Really, you didn't lie to me?"

If it weren't for Fang Shaoyuan knowing that Ji Yunran had no ill will towards his Venerable, Xiao Daoheng would almost suspect that Ji Yunran was worried that Fang Shaoyuan was not dead, so he would make up for it.

"That's right, Venerable is just too injured to move and speak!" Xiao Daoheng said, stretched out his hand, and an auspicious cloud fell, and then helped Fang Shaoyuan to the auspicious cloud, "Come up, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's leave quickly." ”

Ji Yunran only came back to his senses at this time, yes, he is still in the blood, and the guy who may be the god king of the Wu clan is still hiding in the shadows, so he must leave quickly.

A month has passed, Fang Shaoyuan has temporarily stabilized his injuries, and Ji Yunran has already completely healed, which makes Fang Shaoyuan have to sigh at the strength of the Wu clan's bloodline.

And whenever he recalled the experience of the last battle in Xueze, Fang Shaoyuan was secretly glad to be so far.

At that time, he really thought that he was dead, but he never expected that the huge blood-colored fist would collapse in an instant when it was about to hit him.

However, even so, the moment this blood-colored giant fist shattered, it released a tremendous amount of energy, which could be seen from the huge pit with a radius of thousands of meters.

At this time, the effect of Fang Shaoyuan's soul body, which had been refined by the Ten Heavenly Tribulations, was highlighted.

He kept wandering on the verge of collapse, but he never really lost his soul, and he held on until the energy generated by the shattering of the blood-colored giant fist was almost exhausted.

As for why this blood-colored giant fist collapsed at the last moment, now that I think about it, it should be the effect of the cold mantle ancestor's wisp of vitality.

In any case, the Ancestor of the Cold Claw was also once the sword spirit of the Witch Slayer Sword, and his vitality was contaminated with the breath and ability of the Witch Slayer Sword, so his vitality was extremely destructive to the witchcraft of the Wu Clan.

After this blood-colored giant fist was stabbed out of a big hole by Fang Shaoyuan's sword, the power of the primordial god attached to it to condense the entire fist had actually been consumed by most of it.

And when the God King wanted to make up for another punch, after all, because the power of the Yuan Shen was too weak, he could not support the entire giant fist, and in the end it could only collapse as the power of the Yuan God was exhausted.

However, the God King was also powerful, knowing this result, he actually attracted the last trace of Yuan Shen power at the last moment, shattering the entire giant fist.

If it weren't for the fact that there was only a trace of the power of the Yuan Shen that he had left, I am afraid that the power of this collapse would be several times stronger, and when the time came, it would be really difficult to say whether Fang Shaoyuan would survive or not.

Of course, there is one more important factor for Fang Shaoyuan to survive completely, that is, I don't know if he felt the breath of the Witch Slayer Sword, or was subject to other restrictions, this God King actually only used a blow, and after a blow failed, he didn't even make a move.

After a month of recovery, Fang Shaoyuan now seems to have no major problems on the surface, but he still needs to recover slowly inside.

"Brother Ji, thanks to your care these days!" Fang Shaoyuan patted Ji Yunran's shoulder and said lightly.

As if sensing something, Ji Yunran showed a trace of sadness on his face: "Brother Fang, are you leaving?"

Nodding, Fang Shaoyuan said with a smile: "Yes, there is no banquet in the world, I am a person from the heavenly court, I can't always stay in the lower realm, this time I have been out for a long time, it's time to go back!"

"By the way, what are your plans next, but I'm afraid you won't be able to go to this blood for the time being!"

"Yes, I'm a traitor to the Wu Clan!, it's just that I don't know where to go next, I've always lived in Ping'an Town on the outskirts of this blood pool since I was a child!" Ji Yunran said with his head lowered in some frustration.

"Brother Ji, let's do it, if you really don't have a place to go, I have a place to go, I don't know if you want to go over!" Fang Shaoyuan said with a move in his heart.

Ji Yunran suddenly raised his head and said, "Brother Fang, where is it?"

"When I was a small nine-rank yin god, where I used to make a land, and now the county town of Huangzhou is still my people, if you don't dislike it, you can go to Breaking Wind Mountain to make do with it for a while!"

"How about I get a half-official position in Heavenly Court in the future, and then I will take you to Heavenly Court?"

"Brother Fang, where you used to stay, okay, I don't have a place to go anyway, so I'll go to Broken Wind Mountain!"

Seeing that Ji Yunran agreed, Fang Shaoyuan couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart, he was also in crisis in the Heavenly Court now, and leaving Ji Yunran in Breaking Wind Mountain could be regarded as leaving him a den in the Nether, maybe when he would be able to use it.

Moreover, Fang Shaoyuan's cultivation is not weak, and there is still a lot of room for growth, if he is in charge of Breaking Wind Mountain, if there is any situation, Li Dengfan and even Qian Rong can't deal with it, he can also let him come forward.