This was the limit of his ability at this time, and when he arrived here, he could no longer move half a minute. Under the shade of the trees, although it is not sheltered from the rain, it is better than being exposed to the rain without shelter. After a short rest, he forced himself to sit up, sat cross-legged in the shade of the tree, and pinched the magic trick in his hand, and his luck healed his wounds.

He first looked inward, and found that he was extremely lucky, the first time he played with the dragon, the breath in his body was already disordered, and it was not easy to suppress it, and he was hit by Nangong Xuanlun at the critical moment, not only did he lose his previous efforts, but the disordered breath in his body was even more violent, if he did not adjust it in time, it would inevitably be the end of the explosion and death, however, the third time, he attacked Yu Yiqing with his mental power, and was returned by the other party in his own way, but it was a mistake, and it was very coincidental that the disordered breath in his body was temporarily suppressed, therefore, the most fatal wound on his body was the sword wound in his chest。

However, as soon as he looked at it, he found something strange, logically speaking, although the sword did not hurt the vital point of the heart, but a single blood flow was enough to kill, several vital points in his body, but it was blocked by several mana breaths that did not belong to him, not only stopped the bleeding, but also protected the vital point of his heart, so he was able to save his life in danger.

He couldn't help but wonder secretly, who rescued him?

However, this is obviously not the time to think about this problem, if the injuries on the body are not adjusted, even if someone saves them, they will not last long. He just flashed a thought in his heart, and he adjusted it wholeheartedly, since the disordered breath in his body was suppressed, it was much easier for him to adjust it again, he only needed to open a few big points that were sealed, and mobilize the mana of the lower dantian for three weeks, and then he could barely walk, and then deal with the external injury, find a secret place to concentrate on treatment, and he could be healed after more than a month.

Such internal injuries cannot be healed overnight, especially when the dantian is shaken, it is even more difficult to heal, so you have to close your eyes to recuperate, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and slowly recuperate, and you can't be in a hurry.

Of course, if there is a good healing pill to take, with the help of medicine to heal the injury, the situation is different, if there is a high-grade golden pill to take, and then with the help of medicine to recuperate, such an internal injury of this degree can be healed in an instant, that is, the external injury on the chest, can also be healed within an hour.

However, it was a pity that Ling Xuan had never received a single elixir so far, even if it was a low-grade elixir, there was not one. Although he is pregnant with the originator of alchemy and medicine, the Creation Immortal Hu, he is also suffering from lack of materials and has not been able to refine one so far.

Under the constraints of various conditions, he had to rely on himself to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, slowly recuperate, although the healing speed was slow, but as long as he persevered, he would eventually recover one day.

It took him about three hours to open up several large acupoints in his body, extract a trace of mana from the lower dantian, and then he collected his work.

The injuries he suffered were very serious, internal injuries and external injuries could be fatal everywhere, and it would take time to slowly recuperate before he could recover, this place was obviously not an ideal place to recuperate, and after barely lifting a trace of mana, he called Red Feather over and injected that trace of mana into its body, but when he saw that its palm-sized bird body rose in the wind, it swelled to seven in the blink of an eye, Ling Xuan stood beside it, feeling that he had suddenly become so small.

After becoming bigger, the red feather is not the harmless bird, the momentum has been reversed, it stands in place, the feathers are red, like a raging flame that can burn everything, handsome and domineering; It seemed to like its enlarged body very much, and when it looked back at its own love, it saw that its beautiful feathers were covered with cold rain, and it squeaked, shaking its body like a hen in water, and the rain splashed, splashing Ling Xuan's face.

"Okay, okay, the feathers are wet, you're prettier. ”

Ling Xuan hurriedly stopped it, and it stopped, and immediately squeaked and lowered its body, so that Ling Xuan could ride on its back.

Although it was almost prostrate on the ground, its height was still more than half of Ling Xuan's waist, and at this time, he had to ride it with great difficulty. He hugged Red Feather's neck, which was thicker than his arm, and wheezed, "Stink...... Stinky bird, why not stay smaller. ”

As everyone knows, it is up to him to decide whether the red feather becomes bigger or smaller, and if it is instilled with less mana into its body, it will naturally become smaller, just like blowing a balloon, the size of the balloon is all determined by the person who blows it, and if you blow it more, the balloon will naturally be bigger, and if you blow it less, it will be smaller. It's just that he didn't know the reason, and poured all the remaining mana into it, and in the end, he suffered himself.

"Let's go, find a no-man's hill and put me down. ”

As soon as he confessed, the red feather fluttered its wings and flew into the night sky, breaking through the dense raindrops and soaring in the vast night, and a moment later, the fiery red figure was hidden by the heavy night.

Red Feather's flight speed is not fast or slow, it is very steady, and it has a thick layer of feathers on its back, soft and comfortable, although the cold wind is cold, but Ling Xuan is already very weak, and he fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.

He lay flat on the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the sky full of fallen leaves, and the bright sunlight slowly fell through the cold branches of the lonely tree, like a mother's kind hand, gently touching Ling Xuan's face, and the slightest warmth penetrated the cold winter rain all night, and drilled straight to the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but murmur softly, and the long-lost warmth seemed to return to the bottom of his heart.

He bathed in the sun, like a greedy ~ mother warmly embraced the child who did not want to leave, and the bright sunshine poured all the light and warmth on him without hesitation.

After a long time, he reluctantly sat up and looked around.

He was in a dense forest, surrounded by ancient trees, but after winter, the leaves withered and yellow, most of them had fallen with the wind, revealing the blue sky above the cold branches, which could not help but feel a little bleak. The mountains are cold and foggy, especially in the early mornings of winter.

The hazy fog in the mountains has not yet dissipated, and it is very deep and mysterious under the bright sun.

He whispered to himself, "What is this place?"

Deep in the mountains and old forests, deserted, naturally no one answered him, he looked around, and saw that the red feather did not know when to return to the size of a palm, and was chasing a fallen leaf on the side, playing with the sun, entertaining himself, and having a good time.

Ling Xuan couldn't cry or laugh, and asked it to take him to find a deserted mountain, and it really threw itself in the deep mountain and old forest.

After a night's sleep, he had regained some strength, barely stood up, and staggered to the side. Healing is important, but you need to find a safe place first, this is settled, many external things can not be perceived, and I don't know when to wake up, since ancient times there are many spirits in the mountains, carefully sail the ship of ten thousand years.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he saw a stone wall in front of him, which was not high, about ten zhang, but spread out to both sides, and there was no end in sight to the left and right, and the stone wall was full of vines. The vitality of the vines is very tenacious, the ancient trees and grasses around are already patches of withered yellow, but it is full of green, full of vitality under the bright sun, like a curtain of water in the sky, dividing this unknown deep mountain into two, but quite a bit magnificent.

The stone wall directly in front of Ling Xuan, through the branches and leaves the size of a fan of vines, a little darkness could be faintly seen, it seemed to be a cave buried by vines.

He was secretly happy in his heart, and staggered over, laboriously pushing away the arm-sized vine branches, revealing the true face of the little darkness on the stone wall, but he saw that it was indeed a cave, and the entrance of the cave was just the size of one person to enter and exit.

Ling Xuan couldn't help but show a smile with a bit of sadness, and said to himself: "I was worried that I didn't know where to go to heal my wounds, and I found this cave, the road to heaven and earth. ”

He beckoned back to Red Feather, and walked in alone, only to find that the cave was far larger than he had imagined.

After removing the thick layer of vines covering the entrance of the cave, the light shone through the hole, and although the cave was hazy, it was barely visible. He looked around, and this cave was not a deep cave, but a cave with a radius of ten zhang, which seemed to be naturally formed, and there were no traces of excavation around it.

The cave is not ventilated all year round, but there is no imaginary smell of mildew in the air, and a faint aroma from nowhere makes the air very fresh and pleasant. He took a few deep breaths, and although he secretly felt strange, he didn't care, just because the cave was not deep and there were many vines emitting fresh air.