I don't know how many thousands of miles away, a black hole suddenly appeared in the air, and a figure fell out of it, it was Yu Wenming who escaped with the help of the moving jade talisman.

Yu Wenming's appearance was very miserable, his sternum was sunken, and his seven orifices were full of blood, he came out of the space, and he couldn't even stabilize his body, he slammed on the ground, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Luo Zhuo! Luo Zhuo!" Yu Wenming did not pass out, but lay on the ground, and said hatefully: "You are so ruthless, you actually knocked me off a level of realm!

"Little Qiao, how is Brother Zhuo, why haven't you woken up after so many days?" In a quiet courtyard, Qiao Mengyuan walked out of the room, and Wen Ya immediately greeted her.

It has been a few days since Luo Zhuo and Yu Wenming were defeated, after Yu Wenming fled, Qiao Mengyuan and Wen Ya took Luo Zhuo here, their only flying boat had been damaged, so they could only take turns carrying Luo Zhuo, fortunately, the place where the accident happened that day was not too far from the city, and after entering the city, they rented such a small courtyard first.

Although for the two of them, this is the first time they have entered the city to deal with people in the fairy world since entering the fairy world, but neither of them is the kind of greenhouse flowers and plants that do not eat the fireworks of the world, and there is no problem in dealing with people at all.

After entering the city, they learned that this was a border city in the Great Yan Kingdom of the Immortal Realm, although it was not prosperous, but it was not inferior to the super cities on the earth, and the size of the area made the two of them staggered.

If Luo Zhuo was safe, they would still be in the mood to walk around, but Luo Zhuo had been unconscious, and the two of them did not have the leisure at all, that day on Xuanming Island, Qiao Mengyuan picked up a lot of immortal stones, relying on this, they easily rented the courtyard, and then Qiao Mengyuan began to heal Luo Zhuo.

"Don't worry, he's fine. Qiao Mengyuan said, hiding that worry deeply.

"But why hasn't Brother Zhuo woken up?" Wen Ya said worriedly, "Little Qiao, it's not that I can't trust your medical skills, but should we try to find other doctors?"

"Give me some more time, and if he doesn't wake up, we'll go and get another doctor." Qiao Mengyuan was not angry, but said softly.

In the room, Luo Zhuo lay quietly on the bed, as with every serious injury before, his external injuries had completely healed, and even the broken bones had grown, on the surface, he did not have any injuries, and even in Qiao Mengyuan's medical experience, he was a healthy person.

But Luo Zhuo has not recovered, his breath is weakening day by day, Qiao Mengyuan has been recalling the Qiao family's medical inheritance in his mind these days, his situation is a symptom of excessive depletion of the life of a cultivator, and Qiao Mengyuan is also seeing it for the first time.

If he didn't think of a way, Luo Zhuo would probably sleep like this until his longevity was exhausted, and this transformation seemed to be at the cost of burning longevity, and he didn't stop until now.

Luo Zhuo was ignorant of the condition of his body, and at this time, he once again entered the dream realm of the inheritance of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Luo Zhuo has dreamed many times, sometimes as a person in a dream, sometimes with the vision of a bystander, so far, in addition to experiencing the **** of the whole life, he does not know much about the other masters of Hongmeng Purple Qi, only knows that the first master is the Pangu God, and the second is the follower of the Pangu God, Zuwu Houtu, but the time for the second master to get the Hongmeng Purple Qi is too short, leaving only the inheritance of the ancestral witch, and not leaving his life's experience.

As for the others, Luo Zhuo has not yet had a chance to experience it.

Sensing that he was dreaming again, Luo Zhuo was a little looking forward to seeing whose life he would see this time.

After a brief dizziness, Luo Zhuo was startled as soon as he opened his eyes, only to see a monkey with a hairy mouth and a thunderous face, staring at him closely.

Luo Zhuo gasped, he had fallen asleep a few times before, but there had never been such a situation, this was a dream, all the people and things in the dream were just imprints left in the Hongmeng purple qi, these people were unconscious, and it was impossible to see him.

Fu Xi led him into a dream that time, it had nothing to do with Hongmeng Purple Qi, it was completely Fu Xi's Taoism.

But the scene in front of him, it is obvious that the monkey in front of him is looking at himself, no, this is not a monkey, this is obviously the Monkey King!

Turning around slightly, Luo Zhuo looked at Sun Wukong, the monkey in front of him was indeed not tall, but it was not very short, medium in stature, and he was wearing a tiger skin skirt at random.

"Enough of it?" said Sun Wukong with a grin.

"Can you really see me?" Luo Zhuo subconsciously ducked back.

"Don't be nervous, I can't do anything right now, I can't hurt you. Sun Wukong said.

"Are you the Great Sage?" Luo Zhuo is not an ordinary person after all, and he quickly calmed down, what about the Monkey King, one day, he may not be weaker than him.

"Of course not. He replied as a matter of course, "Since you can see me, it means that my Hongmeng Purple Qi has approved of you, boy, I left this monkey hair just to see what my inheritor is like." ”

"The Great Sage is the master of Hongmeng Purple Qi before me? Are you a monkey hair left by the Great Sage?" Although Luo Zhuo had already guessed in his heart, he was still very shocked when he really confirmed the news, although he thought that one day his cultivation would not be weaker than Sun Wukong, but knowing that he was involved with the famous Monkey King, how could he not be excited.

The Monkey King who made havoc in the Heavenly Palace was a hero in the hearts of countless cultivators.

"The mind is still bright, but your cultivation is too low, and you can't stand my inheritance, there will be a period later, I hope there will be a chance to see you." Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, grinned, and disappeared.

Luo Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't play cards according to the routine, he just said these two sentences, and laughed at himself and left?

In the dream, Luo Zhuo didn't know what to do for a while, he used to accept the inheritance and get out of the dream, but this time he didn't wake up, so how to return to reality?

Looking at the chaos around him, Luo Zhuo had 10,000 divine beasts running over in his heart, he tried a few spells, and found that he couldn't cast spells here, and it didn't work to close his eyes and wake up with a few shouts, and even he pinched himself to no effect.

Luo Zhuo smiled bitterly and shook his head, sat down on the spot, if he came, he would be safe, he could always go out if he could come in, he closed his eyes, since he couldn't cultivate mana, then cultivate his divine sense, he had the experience of cultivating spiritual power in Zhang Sanyi's dream thousand-year spell, Luo Zhuo seized every opportunity to improve his strength.

In a trance, although it was a dream, Luo Zhuo found that the operation of his Nine Dead Silkworm Mind Method was still effective, and the power of his divine consciousness was slowly increasing, since he could cultivate, Luo Zhuo would not be irritable, and began to cultivate quietly.

There is no sun and moon in practice, and it is in a dream, Luo Zhuo can't feel the passage of time at all, and as he runs his mind, what he doesn't realize is that the space he is in is full of purple qi.

The purple qi gradually merged into Luo Zhuo's primordial body at this time, and even his illusory body had a little purple.

I don't know how long it took, a thunderbolt came out of nowhere, slashing on Luo Zhuo's soul body, which had already turned most of it purple, Luo Zhuo didn't open his eyes, let the thunder split on the soul body, and the lightning flowed between the skin, Luo Zhuo's soul body became more condensed.

Cultivators all know that it is easy to accumulate true yuan, but it is difficult to cultivate divine sense, originally Luo Zhuo's divine sense has far surpassed the masters of the same level, I don't know how long he has been cultivating in this dream, with the condensation of the soul body, the power of his divine consciousness has also increased little by little, and the power of divine consciousness is originally related to the strength of the original god.

Soon, Luo Zhuo's divine consciousness, which was originally comparable to the eight or ninth levels of the Heavenly Immortals, had grown to a level close to the perfection of the Heavenly Immortals, and the growth of cultivation was the most enjoyable thing, and Luo Zhuo's cultivation was even more energetic.

Just as Luo Zhuo was about to break through his divine consciousness to the level of Heavenly Immortal Consummation, he suddenly felt a chill on his face, as if the rain was hitting his face.

Luo Zhuo vaguely felt that something was wrong, he tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't open them, his illusory body, a little disobedient, clicked, and a lightning bolt struck his body again, a sharp pain, Luo Zhuo lost consciousness.

In the real world, Qiao Mengyuan sat cross-legged beside Luo Zhuo, Luo Zhuo's body was full of golden needles, and Qiao Mengyuan's white jade hand was pressing on the top of Luo Zhuo's head.

Wen Ya watched anxiously from the side, it had been more than half a day since Qiao Mengyuan started treatment, she saw that Qiao Mengyuan's body was sweating like rain, even Luo Zhuo's clothes were soaked, and Qiao Mengyuan's face was scary and haggard.

What's even more terrifying is that Wen Ya saw Qiao Mengyuan's green hair, turning white little by little, and now, she is already a white hair, her face is only twenty years old, but it is a silver hair, as if the non-mainstream dyed hair on the earth is white, revealing a strange beauty.

Wen Ya didn't know what was going on, but she always felt in her heart that it was definitely not a good thing, and she only hated herself for knowing too little about cultivation now, and she couldn't help at all at this time.

After a long while, Qiao Mengyuan finally stopped moving, and as soon as her hand left the top of Luo Zhuo's head, her body went limp, and she lay on the ground.

Wen Ya hurriedly ran over, carefully laid her flat, let her lie side by side with Luo Zhuo, and then carefully cast a spell, condensing clear water to help the two clean their bodies, although Wen Ya's cultivation is not high, but these small spells are very subtle in cultivation.

As soon as the water touched the skin, Qiao Mengyuan woke up with a sigh, "Luo Zhuo, is he okay?" Qiao Mengyuan asked in a weak voice.

Zhuo Ge hadn't woken up yet, but his breathing had become steady. Wen Ya said, "Little Joe, you are too powerful. ”

"That's good, there is no failure. Qiao Mengyuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said. (To be continued.) )