The amount of power in Zhao Yuan's body was swallowed up little by little by the runes hidden in thousands of meridians, not to mention entering the realm of clear eyes, even the "power" that broke through the realm of brute force became unattainable.

Faced with this predicament, Zhao Yuan was helpless and had to seek the help of the Tianxin monk.

What made Zhao Yuan suffer was that only after he escaped from the Tianxin monk to the gods of the Lingtai world, he was never heard from.

Although Zhao Yuan didn't know the battle process between the Dao Tianxin Monk and Master Ruolin, he could judge from the sound of the landslide that the battle at that time must have been extremely dangerous, and the soul of the Tianxin Monk had received a powerful blow.

Just as Zhao Yuan guessed.

The strength of Monk Tianxin and Master Ruolin is too far apart, if it weren't for the Yin and Yang Boat Protector, Monk Tianxin would have been wiped out long ago.

Of course, even if there is a Yin and Yang Boat to protect the body, Monk Tianxin can't withstand the blow of the King of Martial Witches, but fortunately, Master Ruolin was fascinated by Zhao Yuan's strong drug, although it did not cause physical trauma, but it still damaged Master Ruolin's strength, and Master Ruolin didn't expect that Zhao Yuan still had evil spirits, so he was caught off guard and let Zhao Yuan and Monk Tianxin escape.

Rao is Zhao Yuan's luck was a bit against the sky, but the Tianxin monk was still seriously injured by Master Ruolin.

What to do?

What to do?

After thinking for a while, Zhao Yuan decided to find a place like a hidden cave with a better environment to cultivate well and recover some strength.

It took several hours to climb the mountain and wade through the water, and Zhao Yuan finally found a cave with a good environment, which was very dry and ventilated to the sun, and was several feet above the cliff, not afraid of the invasion of fierce beasts.

After struggling to climb the cave, Zhao Yuan prepared to summon some daily necessities from the Sumeru ring.

The moment Zhao Yuan called something, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

His two auras were too faint, too weak to drive the Sumeru Ring.

"Grandma, don't let people live, Ruolin, you stinky mother-in-law, you hypocrite...... You are a pseudo-woman, if he falls into the hands of Lao Tzu Zhao Yuan, he will be killed first and then killed."

Looking at the empty cave wall, Zhao Yuan was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded.

After a burst of scolding and venting, Zhao Yuan had no choice but to climb out of the cave.

Without the materials in the Sumeru Ring, Zhao Yuan would not be able to live in this cave for a long time, let alone cultivate, three meals a day, he would have to toss him to death.

It seems that we have to find a big family to live in again.

Zhao Yuan's mood can be described as terrible, he can be said to have a lot of money, but now he is penniless, and those Warcraft Spar Imperial Coins and other belongings are all in the Sumeru Ring.

Now, Zhao Yuan had a black-hearted Shenmu sword tied to his arm, and even the ink-colored school given by Wan Ling'er was put into the Sumeru ring. The Black-Hearted Divine Wood Sword was still tied to his arm when he attacked those two cultivators, otherwise, he really had nothing to do.

Subconsciously, Zhao Yuan touched his shriveled pocket, and scolded again, knowing that he originally had some imperial coins, but he was lost after being chased into the river by Master Ruolin.

Wen Qian forced the hero to death

Rao is Zhao Yuan is extremely smart, and there is nothing he can do, after all, he is seriously injured now, and he can't wander alone like before, otherwise, sooner or later, someone will find out.

Only after cultivating the realm of brute force, Zhao Yuan advocated force to solve everything, and only when he was alive and dead, he would think of using wisdom to solve the problem, for example, when he met the invincible Master Ruolin, he would not tire of digging out his mind to take the drug.

Now, Zhao Yuan had to start using his brain.

Zhao Yuan knew very well that he had killed the eunuch Wu Gonggong, Wu Gonggong was not the Liu family of Hubian Mountain, although the Liu family was powerful, it was only powerful in the cultivation realm, and its influence in the secular world was extremely limited, and Wu Gonggong was powerful in the secular world, and his power was intertwined in the court.

Now, Zhao Yuan was not worried that the cultivators would find trouble, but that he was worried about the revenge of Gong Wu's power.

At present, Zhao Yuan can be said to be weak, even if it is a few headhunters, he can easily scoop him down.

Along the way, Zhao Yuan slept in the open air, day and night, cautious, walking on thin ice.

At this time, it is already the autumn cold season.

Zhao Yuan's body deteriorated, the runes in his body became more and more ferocious, and the two furnace qi that were originally condensed and strong became weaker and weaker.

Not only was the two furnace tripod aura destroyed by Master Ruolin's runes, but even Zhao Yuan's strong body became extremely weak.

Seeing that it was about to get dark, Zhao Yuan found a dilapidated temple early to settle down, so as not to suffer from sleeping in the wind at night.

Originally, Zhao Yuan planned to search for the Red Heart Divine Tree for the Caixia Fairy, but this plan was broken by Master Ruolin, and now, he can only move around the crowd to avoid starving to death in the barren mountains and mountains, because Zhao Yuan has lost his hunting ability.

At dusk, the setting sun shines through the crumbling roof of the temple, adding to the mystery of the unknown god who was already covered in dust.

Looking at the blackened statue of the angry-eyed god, Zhao Yuan sighed for a while, he could imagine the scenery of this temple people surging and incense surging and flourishing.

The vicissitudes of life, the world is impermanent.

A cold wind blew, and Zhao Yuan, who was sitting in the corner, pulled the worn blanket on his body, thinking of the unparalleled limelight in Blackwater City, he could only smile bitterly, he never dreamed that he had gone around in Blackwater City and returned to the original point.

In fact, Zhao Yuan's origin is also stronger than now, at least, Zhao Yuan still has a strong body at that time, and it is not a problem to eat a full meal.

Zhao Yuan was not discouraged, although he did not have a strong physique, he already had rich experience in the rivers and lakes.

As long as there is no external threat, survival is not a problem for Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan still insisted on cultivating those two faint furnace fires every day.

After Zhao Yuan's meridians and body have been tempered by the realm of brute force, they have long been different from ordinary people, although they have been invaded by countless people, they are still extremely tough, and the mysterious runes planted by Master Ruolin, the king of martial witches, will not be able to complete in a short time if they want to devour Zhao Yuan's strength.

Now, Zhao Yuan spends a lot of time cultivating the fire of the furnace ding every day, using his body as the furnace ding, refining the thousands of meridians in his body, and fighting against the mysterious ancient witchcraft.

At this time, Zhao Yuan's body was like a war, one thing and the other.

Under the forcible tempering, Zhao Yuan could still feel that although the power in the meridians was constantly devoured, the two spiritual qi were still endless, like the Yangtze River, continuously injecting power.

It seems that as long as you insist on refining, perhaps, the fire of the furnace can refine the rune.

Now, refining runes was Zhao Yuan's only hope.

At present, Zhao Yuan didn't talk about refining the rune, what he could do was to keep fighting against the mysterious rune to avoid the two furnace fires being swallowed up and extinguished.

"Ahem......"

Just when Zhao Yuan was thinking wildly, suddenly, there was a violent coughing sound outside the door of the broken temple, and as the coughing sound got closer and closer, a young man with a bag and a scholar's appearance staggered and stumbled in.

Zhao Yuan held his breath, did not make a sound, and observed silently.

The scholar was slightly older than Zhao Yuan, his face was pale and he looked unusually haggard.

But judging from the fabric and workmanship of the clothes, this scholar's family is good, but, judging from the dirty appearance, it should be a broken household, otherwise, a scholar with a little good conditions would not have fallen to such a state.

The scholar seemed to be exhausted, and he didn't notice that there was another person in the corner of the ruined temple, and after entering the ruined temple, he sat against the wall and didn't move, only occasionally making a violent coughing sound.

From the heart-rending cough, Zhao Yuan judged that this scholar was seriously ill.

Looking at the dying scholar, Zhao Yuan felt compassion for the same disease, got up to find some dry firewood, and lit a fire in front of the scholar. When Zhao Yuan was busy, the scholar was still asleep and unconscious, until the bonfire rose and there was a hint of warmth, and the scholar opened his eyes.

"Thank you...... Xie ......" The scholar's lips moved slightly, and he was out of breath.

"Do you have a fever?" Zhao Yuan touched the scholar's forehead and was startled, the scholar's forehead was extremely hot, like lava, as if the Buddha would burn at any time.

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