It's been a week since the raid in the Southern Regions, and the various sects that stayed in the Central Regions have also returned to their own sects to recover, while the Xuantian Hall has been in a state of depression.

If nothing else, it was because of the white-robed young man that they could save all of them from returning safely.

And the white-robed young man is afraid that he has already died in that catastrophe.

When she returned to the Xuantian Palace, Ximen Bixue also returned to Ximen's house in the Northern Regions, and Duanmu Rong also left Wanfa Gate, no one knew where she went, and the secluded pavilion next to the small bamboo forest was never there again

Now when you walk in the Xuantian Palace, you can see that a statue has been erected in the open space between the three sects of Xuanjian Gate, Wanfa Gate and Furnace Gate, and this statue is carved with a young man, standing there quite majestic, like a real person.

The statue is visited by some of its disciples every day, as they will never forget what happened that day.

But as time went by, there were fewer and fewer people, and gradually, the originally lively statue became extremely deserted.

But in front of the statue, two people stand there every day.

Those two people are Huo Zhengde and Lin Xueyao, the masters of the Furnace Gate.

In the past week, they have also buried themselves in cultivation, if it weren't for Yuehime coming to dissuade them, they are afraid that they will go mad now.

With a long sigh, Huo Zhengde also shook his head, looked at the sky, and after a while, he went straight back to the sect.

In the dilapidated wooden house next to the Xuanjian Gate, Huo Zhengde had also entered it, but the owner inside was long gone

Southern Regions, Dream Demon Swamp.

Today's Dream Demon Swamp has long since become a barren wilderness, and there are some skeletons emerging from the soil in the wilderness, and the strange thing is that this land is not an ordinary earthy yellow, but vermilion.

In this lifeless wasteland, there lay an intact corpse, the rain beating on the filthy body, washing away the dirt on it.

The rain fell on the fingers, and I saw that the fingers trembled slightly, and then the closed eyes slowly opened.

"Ahem"

I tried to sit up, but I felt a wave of dizziness in my brain, and then I spurted blood from my mouth and fell back to the ground.

Feeling the body that couldn't move at all, Chen Haoran also smiled bitterly.

The rain dripped on his lips, drinking the slightly salty rainwater, Chen Haoran's heart also sank into his body.

After a while, his eyes slowly opened.

At the moment he felt that the sky was dark.

Because, the dragon core that was only half left in his chest had been reduced to pieces at this moment, and the origin of the dragon was also out of control, floating everywhere in his body like dust particles.

And although the meridians in the body were not damaged, the true qi fluctuations had disappeared without a trace at this time.

Trembling stretched out his hands, tears also falling down his eyes.

Compared to the physical condition, the psychological trauma is the greatest damage to him.

He never expected that the so-called Demon Lord he had inadvertently encountered on his trip to save Liu Yuqi in the Western Hell Realm was actually the person he had dreamed of finding.

The second brother, who had been looking for a long time, met again from a hostile position, which made him acceptable.

The scenes of my childhood are like a movie in my mind, the warm scenes, the warm smiles, the words of concern, all of them are reduced to fragments at this moment.

"Ah!!h

Heart-rending cries resounded in vain across the wasteland.

The rain mixed with tears cut down his cheeks, and Chen Haoran was half-kneeling on the muddy ground at this time, silently shedding tears.

He lost his cultivation and was betrayed by his relatives.

Under the double blow, Chen Haoran could no longer suppress his calm emotions in the past.

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

Chen Haoran, who cried a lot, finally couldn't resist the thick tiredness, and his heavy eyelids slowly fell.

The rain is beginning to close. Night slowly descended, enveloping the sad land.

The next day, the sun was also pouring on this wasteland, Chen Haoran dragged his weak body to sit up, and began to seriously analyze his current situation.

Looking at the few fragments suspended in the center of his chest in a daze, Chen Haoran couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Usually the ancient dragon's dragon core dies as soon as it is destroyed, but why did he survive?

However, now he is no different from death, because now he has no true qi, he is no different from an ordinary person.

"Damn!"

Standing up suddenly, waving his fist, listening to the violent sound of breaking the wind, Chen Haoran was also a little surprised.

"The physical strength of the dragon clan has not been lost!"

To prove this, Chen Haoran also secretly used his spiritual sense, but found that there was no movement.

Sighing in disappointment, Chen Haoran no longer had any expectations for his current situation, after all, it was not bad to be alive.

looked at his tattered white robe, smiled bitterly, and walked slowly towards the north.

After walking for about half a month, I finally walked out of the southern region that had become a wasteland.

His body was almost recovered, and his walking speed was splinting.

Although he encountered many monsters mutated by reptiles along the way, with the strong body of the dragon clan, Chen Haoran could still support it.

For a whole month, this month, Chen Haoran has come to the territory of the Central Domain.

Night is also slowly falling, Chen Haoran was walking in a forest at this time, found a cave, and then walked to the woods to pick up firewood and make a fire.

Looking at the fire that was burning quite vigorously, Chen Haoran also walked to a small river in the woods and caught a few fish before returning to the cave.

Sitting in the narrow hole, looking at the few skewers of grilled fish that were being baked on the fire, Chen Haoran couldn't help but lose his mind.

When was it, I was also roasting and eating with Duanmu Rong in the cave

I don't know if that girl is still in the Xuantian Palace, if the hall master knows that she is a member of the Demon Sect, it will be bad.

The flames that kept jumping upwards made a crackling sound from time to time.

Looking blankly at the flames scurrying in the fire, Chen Haoran's right hand couldn't help but open, and suddenly a small pale flame suddenly burst out!

Looking at the white flame in his hand, Chen Haoran's pupils contracted suddenly, and after being stunned for a moment, he immediately stretched out his left hand, and a small cluster of black flames also burst out!

Stunned as he stared at the two flickering flames, the corners of Chen Haoran's mouth slowly raised, and then, a loud laugh came out of his mouth in vain.

He really didn't expect that when the dragon core was shattered and his cultivation was lost, the Cang Flame and Nether Flame would still remain in his body.

With this hole card, he is confident enough to kill the opponent in the confrontation with Zhenzun.

Stunned for a moment, Chen Haoran hurriedly probed the ability elements that he had absorbed in the dragon group at the beginning, and found that they all existed.

In his ecstasy, at this time, a token the size of a palm fell out of the sleeve of his robe, and the token fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which immediately attracted the attention of Chen Haoran, who was in ecstasy.

Bending down to pick up the token on the ground and taking a look at it, I saw that there was a strange seal engraved on it, and the word 'Jiang' was greatly engraved on the front.

Looking at the Jiangzi token in front of him, Chen Haoran's eyes also flashed with a gleam.