In fact, it can't be said that Xuankong has no brains.

It's just that a cultivator pays attention to a pure heart, lively and spotless. He squatted in prison on Laoshan for more than ten or twenty years, and his surname was naturally a little depressed. Now when I came down the mountain, I first encountered a series of fierce battles.

Seeing the four true monarchs of the Pure Ming Dao disappear in an instant, it was also very touching to Xuankong's psychology.

In his previous life, he lived a life of rolling on the tip of a knife, but it was just a cold weapon with knives and sticks, and it was a five-four pistol, where had he ever seen such a method of turning people into ashes?

He was not a stubborn and foolish surname, but after reading Taoist books for more than ten years, he became a little conformist.

For a while, my heart was touched, but I recovered a little bit of my original surname in my previous life.

After listening to the sound of breathing next door gradually subsided, Xuankong breathed a sigh of relief, how could he be so sloppy and reckless? It was only because he was unwilling to expose his weakness in front of outsiders that he would pretend to be casual and deliberately make fun of his junior brother at ease.

Walking into the guest room booked by Wang Qi, Xuankong sat at the table and waited for a while, until he heard that his junior brother had fallen asleep, and then got up from his chair.

When I stood up with a slight force, I felt a Venus in front of me, and my head hurt badly.

Xuankong smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that I, Xuankong, have also practiced qi for twenty years, and in the end, I still can't compete with those monsters who have accumulated years." He thought in his heart, in such a world of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, even if he passed down the Dao system in the future, what would those disciples use to oppose these thousand-year-old demons?

Don't seek to subdue demons and eliminate demons, only to protect yourself.

I always have to find a way to come out.

Xuankong stopped and froze in place, his two eyes swimming around the fairy sword at his waist. I remember that in the later life, there seemed to be an excessive era of sword immortals between qi refiners and cultivators, and I originally thought it was a story made up by the online writers themselves in my previous life.

Unexpectedly, in this world, if you really want to create your own cultivation system, you must also need the help of such a sword immortal protector who is purely used for attacking.

He shook his head, only to feel that his mouth was dry, and he didn't dare to think about it again.

The top priority now is to recover from his internal injuries first, otherwise he won't be able to save his life, how can he have time to think about future development? Xuankong thought like this, barely walked a few steps, and his body almost fell to the ground.

He didn't see that on the windowsill, a small, shrunken yellow-haired fox was peeping into the house with its eyes open.

Seeing Xuankong's body falling, he hurriedly covered his mouth with his two front paws, and secretly thought, "Ah, it turns out that his internal injuries are so serious?"

Xuankong hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the table, his face turned pale, he didn't expect that the damage caused by his excessive use of the Yuan Shen would even endanger the soul. As for the internal injuries on the body, they are not too serious, and the internal injuries of the internal organs are incurable for the doctors of this world.

However, for Qi Refiners who have cultivated immortals and attained enlightenment, they can be safe from just raising them for two days.

On the contrary, it was the shock of the soul, and the serious overdraft of the true yuan power was fatal.

Xuankong sighed secretly, struggled a few steps, moved to the side of the bed and stumbled on the bed, and sat cross-legged with each hand pinching the magic trick. He forcibly took a breath of true qi from the Purple Mansion Golden Pill and followed the eight veins of the Qi Sutra that were almost dry up to start running again.

The usual easy handling of Zhou Tian has become like torture at the moment.

At that time, Xuankong fought with Shenhui Zhenren, and in his busy schedule, he forced Lei Fa, which had caused many tendons and veins in his body to shake scars. Later, when the true yuan in his body was empty, he forcibly ingested the power of the true dragon in the little white dragon dragon ball and launched the twelve-yuan formation, which made the tendons and veins even more injured.

The battle is full of joy, and the time after the war is the time to settle the score.

Xuankong put his arms slightly in front of his chest, meditated in his heart on Ying Yuan's thunder god law, stabilized his soul, and quickly raised his true aura into his heart to protect his already overwhelmed heart. There is no choice at the moment, it is time to repay the debt, Xuankong gritted his teeth with a wry smile and insisted on running the true qi.

It wasn't until the third watch that the original chaotic True Yuan in the body was finally reincorporated into the Purple Mansion under the guidance of Xuankong. Jin Dan obtained this true element, rekindled the Dan fire, and burned all the dark wounds in his body one by one.

It's just that as he calculated before, the damage of the eight veins of the Qi Jing still needs more time to recuperate, and it will be impossible for Xuankong to attack with all his strength for at least half a month.

But it doesn't matter, after all, not every day you can meet Cihang Pudu, a thousand-legged centipede spirit with 10,000 years of cultivation.

The yellow-haired fox was on the windowsill, unaware of the passage of time, and looked at Xuankong mending his veins with tears in his eyes. Since the beginning of her spiritual wisdom, no one has ever treated her so well, only Xuankong is helping her and protecting her regardless of returns.

The little fox didn't want anything else, just looked at Xuankong, and his eyes seemed to contain infinite thoughts.

She was still innocent now, and it wasn't until a long time later that the little fox knew what this kind of look meant, but at that time, she had already experienced too much. Xuankong closed his eyes and stared at his eyes, his face turned from white to red, and his hand turned into a thunder gong method and pointed at the sky.

A ray of thunder escaped from the window and hit Xuankong.

Xuankong borrowed the help of the Qianyuan Lei Fa, opened his eyes and shot out a fine light of a few feet long, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from afar and turned black when it fell to the ground, and it turned out to be a blood clot. Qianyuan Lei Fa is the natural nemesis of a monster, the little fox was taken aback and hurriedly rushed back to Wang Qi's room next door, but he also avoided being discovered by Xuankong.

This mouthful of reverse blood is the wounded blood in Xuankong's body, and it is much easier after spitting it out. Xuankong took advantage of the situation to induce the true yuan in his body to return to his position, let out a long breath of turbid air and stood up from the bed, touched his head and smiled bitterly: "I almost died this time, but I can't do such a mindless business in the future." ”

Reflecting on himself, if he hadn't had a quarrel with Shenhui Zhenren, he wouldn't have fought all the way to Bianjing City to alarm the old goblin of Cihang Pudu.

If it weren't for the alarm of Cihang Pudu and the King of the Giant Eagle, he would not have suffered such internal injuries.

Shaking his head, he poured himself a cup of tea, drank the water to quench his thirst, and then untied it and sat back on the bed. This time you meditate, you don't have to work hard to carry Zhou Tian, you just need to adjust your breathing, meditate quietly and practice qi, and wait until dawn.

This human realm is really terrifying, Xuankong just swept away his divine sense, and at least dozens of bloody qi rushed to the sky. It is obvious that some heroes on the street are fighting desperately, and in these bloody atmospheres, I don't know how many demons and monsters are hiding and snooping.

In the darkness, some strange forms slowly appeared.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, these monsters are haunting the city without scruples, and are hunting for food in their own territory. For example, the inn where Xuankong and Wang Qi stayed belonged to the sphere of influence of a rat spirit in the city. When he came back from hunting, he saw the thunder and light in the sky above the inn, so he moved towards the Xuankong room in a curious way.

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