Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 8 Serious Injury
Unexpectedly, before the golden talisman approached, it was smashed to pieces by the sword energy overflowing from the sword light.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia clicked her tongue secretly. She didn't expect Yang Jiao's cultivation to be so deep, and she was not inferior to him. Unfortunately, his current state is not at its peak.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and bite the bullet to resist. With [-]% of the skill in Yunyun's body, he shot out twelve talismans one after another and pressed them against Jianguang.

At this time, Yang Jiao's Yixi sword had already been sheathed, and he watched Yan Chixia's movements calmly.

If the power of chopping the sky and drawing the sword was so simple, it wouldn't be the unique skill of the sages of the Yinyue Dynasty.

It is a swordsmanship that combines the three treasures of spirit, energy and spirit, and mixes with majestic magic energy to cut out beyond its own limit.

Not to mention that her own skills are now on par with Yan Chixia, and the sword technique of Zhantian and Swordsmanship is a swordsmanship specifically for leapfrogging.

Simply speaking, Yan Chixia lived in the cave of despair for a long time, and her body was infected by the devilish energy in Yinyue Youquan, so she couldn't exert her full strength at all.

With his current state, how could he resist this sword.

Whether it's too late or too soon, Yan Chixia saw the twelve talismans being smashed to pieces one by one.

His eyes darkened, he didn't know what he thought of, and a look of determination appeared on his face.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the mysterious heart is righteous, and the five elements are divine thunder."

Yan Chixia chanted the incantation and tried her best to expel the mana from her body, mobilizing the righteous energy of the heaven and earth to turn into divine thunder.

A three-foot-diameter thunder mass blasted towards Jianguang brazenly.

"boom!"

The impact of the sword light and the divine thunder forced the space to vibrate and rustle, and the surrounding area was billowing with smoke and dust, flying sand and rocks.

Immediately, Yang Jiao led the four sages of the Demon Palace, jumped up, stood above the void, and looked down.

"Holy Monarch, has Yan Chixia been cut by the sword?" Wu Jian, who was behind him, asked in a somewhat excited tone.

"If Xuanxin's orthodox cultivation is based on talismans, it can be divided into four levels of yellow, purple, gold, and blood."

"The level of the yellow talisman is the authentic disciple of Xuanxin, and the level of the purple talisman is the master of the elder god general level."

"The level of the golden talisman is the level of the authentic suzerain of Xuanxin. Today, the couple Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang, and Jin Guang, the contemporary suzerain of Xuanxin, are masters of this level."

"As for the level of the blood talisman, among the suzerain masters of Xuanxin, there are very few people who can reach this level."

"The Holy Monarch's Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra has not reached perfection, but it has reached the eighth stage, and the sky-slashing and sword-drawing technique has only reached the seventh stage."

"In terms of purely cultivation skills, they are roughly equal. Although I was in the upper hand just now, under Yan Chixia's desperate gamble, I am afraid that I would not die so easily."

"You must know that this Yan Chixia is a grand master of the orthodox way who has shaken the world. She has exorcised demons for decades and has never failed once." Yang Jiao replied casually.

Hearing the words, the four sages of the Demon Palace grinned, Lord Shengjun, do you think it is roughly equal to kill the famous Yan Chixia with one move?

Not long after, the smoke and dust below cleared away, and the devastated land was first revealed with potholes.

Yang Jiao and the four sages of the Demon Palace looked at her, and sure enough, Yan Chixia disappeared, and she didn't know if she was alive or dead.

The four sages of the Demon Palace landed on the ground first, and quickly began to search for Yan Chixia's trace.

Not long after, the four demons reported to Yang Jiao that he was not found.

Yang Jiao was not surprised by this, anyway, as far as Yan Chixia's injuries are concerned, not dying is also a serious injury, so there is no need to worry too much.

Then he led the four sages of the Demon Palace into the cave of despair. As soon as they entered the cave, they saw the bottom of the cave.

There is a deep tunnel, full of deep and soul-piercing devilish energy, the source of the devilish energy gathered at the end of the tunnel makes the four sages of the devil palace, who are big demons, daunting.

"Holy Monarch, the devilish energy emanating from this Yinshiyouquan is difficult to produce even with the power of my Yinyue Dynasty. Let's go back first and think about it later." Wu Jian beside Yang Jiao said. Persuade.

At this time, Yang Jiao could clearly feel that the rich and pure devil energy was being continuously absorbed by the body, following the operation of the Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra.

The absorption efficiency is also constantly improving, and soon the magic energy in the tunnel is absorbed.

He opened his hands involuntarily, with a look of intoxication on his face, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, it's good, he feels like going home.

At this time, the four sages of the Demon Palace also noticed Yang Jiao's abnormality, as well as the obvious changes in the environment.

They looked at Yang Jiao worriedly in unison: "Sage Lord."

In vain, Yang Jiao opened his eyes, and a pair of pupils that were infiltrated with devil energy and showed a faint blue color flashed past.

"It's nothing, my sage has never been so good."

After finishing speaking, he ordered: "Sura, evil dragons, hungry ghosts, you all return to the big tent camp to take charge of the overall situation, and pay attention to Xuanxin Zhengzong's movements at any time."

"Wujian, you stay here and protect the law for me."

Seeing that Yang Jiao's mind was clear and his body was not hurt, the four sages of the Demon Palace immediately suppressed their worries and took orders to leave.

At the same time, the four sages of the Demon Palace were all shocked, wondering how far Yang Jiao's magic skills had reached.

They can't even avoid contamination with this kind of devilish energy, so how could they actively absorb it and use it to practice.

Following Shura, the evil dragon, and the hungry ghosts returning to the camp, and sitting cross-legged outside the cave of despair, Yang Jiao walked slowly into the tunnel and went straight to the mouth of the secluded spring.

On the other side, Yan Chixia's face was like gold paper, and she staggered straight in one direction.

Not long after, a continuous mountain villa came into view, and the plaque on the gate was written with the four characters of Unfeeling Villa.

Yan Chixia breathed a sigh of relief, and finally reached the gate of the Unfeeling Villa.

Finally unable to hold on anymore, he fell down on the edge of the door, tremblingly stretched out his right hand and knocked on the big mouth.

After a while, a man in red opened the door. After seeing Yan Chixia lying on the ground, he hurried back to inform Sima Sanniang in the villa.

Soon, a beautiful woman with a still charming face hurried over with an anxious expression.

Seeing Yan Chixia who was seriously injured and scarred, she immediately mobilized her mana and cast spells to make healing talismans.

After a while, Yan Chixia's body was covered with talismans for treating external injuries, and a row of talismans for internal injuries hung on her forehead.

After finishing, he squatted down immediately, helped Yan Chixia up, shook her gently and shouted:
"Yan Chixia, Yan Chixia." Seeing that Yan Chixia was still awake, Sima Sanniang cast a spell with one hand to bless the talisman on Yan Chixia's forehead.

Suddenly, Yan Chixia's eyelids twitched, Sima saw it, and immediately shouted:

"Bearded, bearded."

"San Niang, I... am not dreaming." Yan Chixia opened her eyes in a daze, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Bearded man, it's me, how did you get hurt like this?" After finishing speaking, he wanted to quickly bring Yan Chixia into the villa to treat the injury.

"Sanniang!"

Yan Chixia stopped her mouth, grabbed Sima Sanniang's forearm, and said with a smile on her face, very satisfied:
"I'm really happy to hear that you haven't called me like this for a long time, and to see that you care about me. I know that at my age, it's a bit too much to say such words, but I'm afraid that what I don't say now , I will never have a chance to say it again.”

"I was desperately wounded and dying just to tell you a few words from my heart." Yan Chixia coughed up blood as she spoke.

"bearded"

Sima Sanniang shook her head and said hastily:

"No, you forgot my medical skills, but I am the best in the world, I will definitely not let you die."

After finishing speaking, she wanted to help Yan Chixia up quickly, but was grabbed by his hand tightly.

(End of this chapter)