(The new chapter, the big battle at the end of the third volume that you are looking forward to, may have to wait a little longer, because this turning point is also very important, and you can't rush it~)

The night was heavy and heavy.

Qiye didn't know if it was night outside, he just felt that the world after closing his eyes was night for him.

The Immortal Yuan True Yuan in the burning body turned into a desperate sword, and his body was now back thirteen years ago, and all the meridians were incinerated off.

The meridians were incinerated, which meant that it was impossible to condense the Immortal Yuan True Yuan, and it was impossible to condense the Immortal Yuan True Yuan, which meant that Qiye had now become an ordinary person who was powerless.

Numbness, so numb, unconscious, everything seems to be just a dream, and now the dream wakes up and returns to the beginning.

Qiye felt that his body had become lighter, as if he was floating, and he felt that his soul was almost out of his body, and just when he was at a loss, his ears suddenly regained some hearing.

"Huh?"

With a soft sound, Qiye realized that it was not his body that floated, but someone lifted himself up.

Who is that person, it shouldn't be Jian Fengxue, he won't make that obviously surprised voice, it's just that he made such a big move in the Demon Suppression Conference, and someone else dares to save himself?

"It's not the Star Stepping Blade. ”

This is the second sentence spoken by the person who heard it after Qiye was lifted and his ears regained hearing, which was six words more than the first sentence, and the five most critical words in it made Qiye's mind jump.

The Star Stepping Qingfeng Sword, a name he has rarely heard, is a gentleman's sword, which was later taken away by the Demon Emperor Haocang.

This person who saved himself also knows the Star Stepping Green Blade Sword? What he said in his mouth was not the Star Stepping Green Blade Sword, what did he mean?

Seven nights burned the whole body cultivation, a blow with all his strength caused himself to be seriously injured, he had just woken up and used a lot of brain power, and now the fatigue of mental sleepiness hit again, he struggled for a moment and then fell asleep.

"Welcome to the Prison Realm. ”

The person who didn't know his name or his appearance, as if he didn't know that Qiye had fallen asleep, said the third sentence in an inexplicable tone.

...

Firewood, the most common flame, jumped in front of him, and after opening his eyes, Qiye suddenly sighed in his heart: "It's really night." ”

It's just that the night in front of me seems to be much heavier than what I usually see. Because there was no moon or stars in the night, all he could see was endless darkness except for the fire in front of him.

It was as if it were a wilderness abandoned by the stars, wrapped in a thick black curtain and filled with an ominous atmosphere.

Through the firelight, Qiye's neck twisted slightly, just a slight movement, which made him feel like an electric shock, and it was a great luck to be able to save his life after desperately.

"Your injury is not a big problem, it will heal naturally in another three hours. I'm referring, of course, by trauma. ”

In the firelight, the middle-aged man in a black jacket casually put the chopped firewood into the fire, and the flames that had been gradually getting smaller were revitalized.

Qiye's pupils were dazed by the firelight, and he couldn't see the real man's face in the haze, but he felt that the crisp breath exuded from his body made people feel stinging, and people couldn't help but want to look at it, as if the peerless sword was unsheathed.

It was sword qi, it was sword intent, even if the meridians of Qiye were broken again, he could feel it.

Qiye almost couldn't help but blurt out, that familiar taste of the sword, only the Sword Immortal Palace's unique sword cultivation bones.

But he must not be a master, whether it is from the size or the tone of his speech, so Qiye held back that excited cry, and he rarely exclaimed in the past three years.

"Thank you seniors for saving me. The tone was bitter, Qiye knew the condition of his body, and he felt a kind of loss of thirteen years of bamboo basket fetching water, but he suddenly thought of something, and his tone became a little stammering, "You...... You're saying my wounds will heal in three hours?"

You know, his current injuries are no worse than the dilapidated condition in his body.

Just listening to the middle-aged man's tone, he seemed to be very unimpressed that his trauma could heal in such a short time.

"A hundred years of condensing wood, a thousand years of clear grass, three bone flowers, nine muscle leaves, even if you are half a dead person, you have to jump up and run two laps before being reincarnated, right?"

Hearing the suspicion in Qiye's words, the middle-aged man said sarcastically, as if he was stating an ordinary thing.

No matter how ordinary it is, after hearing it, Qiye felt a drum in his heart, he was not a stunned young man who knew nothing, and he knew that the drugs in the mouth of the middle-aged man could indeed treat his external injuries in a short time.

It's just that...... It's just a bit of a waste, and even, the cost is unimaginable, those are legendary medicinal herbs.

The middle-aged man consumed so many magic medicines for no reason, and he was just a sword cultivator whose meridians were broken again, what else was worth him doing?

"Senior, although you saved me, my sword is definitely not for you. Perhaps because he was afraid that the other party would be furious, Qiye's voice trembled a little, which was just caused by the severe trauma to his body and the piercing pain when he spoke.

"Fart!" The man who exuded a clear sword intent suddenly cursed, and suddenly the image of a light and breezy master collapsed.

"I saved you just because you're still useful. As for giving you so many miracle medicines, it's because time is tight and there are things that you need to do. Who scarces your ...... Well, even if it's a sword forged from extraterrestrial meteoric iron, it's not like I've never seen it. ”

The tone was tough at the beginning, and by the time of the last sentence, there were signs of softening.

"And said it wasn't for my Remnant Star Sword. Qiye slandered in his heart, but his hands struggled to quietly hold the remnant star beside him.

Even though the middle-aged man was separated by a whole fire, he still saw such a small action as Qiye clearly, and he scolded and threw a piece of wood, and the fire jumped high.

For a moment, neither of them spoke again, and there was silence except for the crackling of the fire.

There is not even a trace of wind, except for the darkness that cannot be seen in the five fingers, I really don't know how this senior has stayed in such an environment for so long.

After seven nights just woke up, they began to feel bored and irritable in less than an hour, even if they stayed in this environment for a long time, they were afraid that they could be driven crazy.

Three hours, the first hour Qiye was full of pain to the bone, he gritted his teeth fiercely and did not scream, this level of pain has not reached the limit.

On the second hour, Qiye suddenly felt that the pain was gone, replaced by a tingling sensation, he wanted to reach out and scratch, but it was really itchy, and he was awakened by a sneer, and endured it again.

In the third hour, the pain and tingling disappeared, and Qiye was mentally relaxed, and he was groggy and sleepy, so he fell asleep again.

When I woke up, just three hours later, I turned over and got up from the fire in the seventh night, and found that my body had indeed healed.

"Thank you, senior!" Qiye gave up his hand to the middle-aged man on the other side of the fire, no matter what, the other party saved himself, but he forgot that the remnant star was still in his hand, and he was quite embarrassed when he handed it over.

Habitually, Seven Nights wanted to take the Remnant Star Sword back into the bag, only to find that there was no reaction at all.

"Don't worry, I said your wounds heal in three hours, that's three hours. But your internal wounds, hehe. ”

The middle-aged man didn't seem to take to heart what he doubted seven nights ago, but the gloating tone in his speech was too obvious.

"It seems that you have experienced a great war before, and you even used the terrifying method of burning the immortal yuan. The middle-aged man praised him: "It's a pity to see that you are only in your early twenties, and you can cultivate to the immortal realm of Xianyuan." ”

At the end of the words, the middle-aged man sighed lightly, and he also saw what kind of talent it was to be able to cultivate to the Immortal Realm in the early twenties of Qiye.

It's just that the immortal yuan is burned, the meridians are all broken, and the magic trick can't recondense the true yuan immortal yuan, and if the cultivation is ruined in one fell swoop, it is a pity.

Qiye's mood was said a little heavy by the middle-aged man, he didn't know what the outcome of the battle of the Demon Suppression Conference was, but at the moment, this abandoned dark place was obviously not the original place of the Demon Suppression Conference.

Jian Fengxue was exploded with the full force of his own burning immortal yuan, and he wouldn't be so happy if he thought about it, right?

Thinking of this, Qiye's mood improved a little, but when he thought of the gentleman's style and those unknowns waiting for his own exploration, he sank to the bottom again.

"However, there is no way to restore such things as meridians. The middle-aged man's cold words made Qiye's mood climb from the bottom of the valley to the top of the mountain.

"Seniors have a way?!" Qiye didn't want to, he just became an ordinary person, but if he used the Nine Returns Cold Tide Trick to expand the vein, it would definitely be another ten years, and ten years was enough for a lot of things to happen, and he didn't want to miss it.

The middle-aged man smiled proudly, he looked at the fire in front of him, and his pupils were full of light.

Qiye felt that the mysterious man opposite him must have a way to heal himself, and he seemed to see new hope, even if the conditions were harsh.

"Nope. The light in his pupils was still there, the smile on his face had not faded, and the middle-aged man's words were said lightly, like a joke to suspect that he had bad intentions before the seven nights.

Feeling the anger in Qiye's eyes, thinking that he would have to rely on Qiye in the future, the middle-aged man waved his hand and reluctantly explained: "Now that we are in the prison realm, we don't even know when to go back, where can we find a way to restore your meridians." ”

The Prison Realm, a term that Seven Nights didn't know, made him regain his fluctuating mood and sit down in front of the fire.

He knew that the middle-aged man would definitely explain to himself that he must have a purpose in saving himself, and this was already clear when he was saved.

There is no help in the world for no reason, and vaguely, Qiye saw a trace of the shadow of a master and a gentleman in the middle-aged man, and I don't know if it was a mental illusion when he was hit hard.

"My name is He Xi, and this is the Hellland Realm, an interface between the world and hell. ”

The words of the middle-aged man He Xi seemed to have brought Qiye into endless darkness, or the place they were in now was endless darkness.

The only light in the darkness, the bonfire in front of him, He Xi's words came from far away, and there seemed to be countless years between the two people, even if they were a stone's throw away.

At the end of the years, He Xi pulled the long line of memory, and the later seven nights went up by the rope.