Xianhong Road

Chapter 122
After a while, more than a dozen rain and dew techniques were performed, and Yang Fan basically healed Hu Fei's trauma.

During this process, the mana of Yang Fan's Xianhong Jue was also increasing at a considerable rate, which made him elated.If this trend continues, it won't take long for the "Xianhong Jue" to break through to the stage of concentrating, and be on the same level as the magic skill.

During the treatment, Yang Fan discovered a problem: Hu Fei's body was much stronger than that of monks of the same level, and his physical strength was even a bit abnormal than that of zombies of the same level.

"This guy is really a pervert, his physical strength is so perverted..."

Yang Fan was secretly startled, if he fought this boy in close quarters, he would definitely suffer a loss.

Later, he began to treat Hu Fei's internal injuries.

In terms of internal injuries, Yang Fan hadn't learned any specific spells, so he could only use his own "Xianhong Jue" mana to enter the wounded's body to nourish and repair.But even so, in the face of ordinary internal injuries, it can be easily dealt with.

However, Hu Fei's current internal injuries are extraordinary. The ones that hurt him are at least the existences above the Foundation Establishment Stage. It is really difficult to treat them. Two of them are so serious that he can't even solve them.

The fresh and soft emerald halo fluctuated and flickered in Yang Fan's hands, and the endless mist of life turned into wisps of clear streams, which penetrated into Hu Fei's body, nourishing and repairing his injuries.

The mana deeply touched Hu Fei's body, and Yang Fan's face became more dignified. He once again felt the forbidden power hidden deep in this child's body. This power even made him feel palpitations, and he dared not approach and touch it.

It is conceivable that if Hu Fei is angered, when he enters a state of insanity, how terrible the fighting power will be. He even lasted for a while under the fierce attack of the zombies in the foundation building period before, and he has not yet lost.

After spending another bowl of tea, Yang Fan withdrew his hand and let out a sigh of relief.

"Cure...healed?" Hu Fei said pleasantly, tried to stand up from the ground, loosened his muscles and bones, and frowned slightly.

Yang Fan said indifferently: "Two of the internal injuries were extremely destructive, almost approaching the power of a high-level monk's attack. Yang, a mere low-level pharmacist, is temporarily powerless. As for the other internal and external injuries, they have all healed. .”

"Great...great, we can...now...can go out and deal with that zombie...zombies."

Hu Fei said excitedly, and as he spoke, he was about to leave the hall, looking impatient.

"calm down."

Yang Fan stood where he was, looking indifferent.

"What... what do you mean?" Hu Fei suddenly became a little unhappy.

"Do you think that with the strength of the two of us, we can compete with the zombies at the foundation level? Even if we fight to the death, we will pay a heavy price."

Yang Fan said slowly.

Indeed, two monks at the early stage of concentration had little chance of winning against an existence at the level of the foundation establishment stage. If it was replaced by two monks at the stage of concentration, there might still be a little hope.Of course, both of them are freaks, and they probably have a little chance of winning, but even if they succeed, they will be crippled even if they don't die.

Yang Fan naturally didn't want to pay such a heavy price for a zombie.Besides, after he leaves the thousand-year-old tomb, he still doesn't know what situation he will face.

Yang Fan couldn't feel at ease if he didn't leave the tomb with some strength.

"Then... then what do you think... what should I do?" Hu Fei calmed down a little.

Yang Fan mused: "Why don't we wait here for two days, perhaps without our efforts, people from the outside world may get through the entrance of the tomb first."

"But... but what if he... they don't... dare not come in..." Hu Fei said disapprovingly.

Yang Fan remained calm: "It's a big deal to wait two more days, it won't affect us, and we can take the opportunity to recover from our injuries. Moreover, Yang also has the 'Bigu Pill' in his hand, even if he stays here for ten and a half months, there is no problem of."

"Hmph...I have to wait for you...you wait alone!"

Hu Fei was impatient, obviously impatient, and when he looked at the position of the headless demon corpse deep in the hall, there were traces of deep fear in his eyes.

Swish!
With a flash of his figure, Hu Fei left the hall, and rushed into the outer layer of the tomb with incomparable power.

Bang bang bang!
Yang Fan didn't expand his consciousness or senses, he heard a rush of impact.

At a certain moment, only a "bang" was heard, accompanied by a scream from Hu Fei.

"Oh, poor child..." Yang Fan mourned in silence.

The next moment, the screaming sounded from near to far, and with a "whoosh", something smashed into the inner hall.

Yang Fan knew what was going on without looking.

Poor Hu Fei was beaten back to the tomb hall by the powerful attack of the foundation-building zombies, lying on the ground furious and grinning.

His eyes fell on Yang Fan's face again, and he found that the other party was sitting cross-legged, very calm, slightly startled, and asked, "You...you...are you not afraid of it?"

As he said that, he still pointed to the location of the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse with lingering fear.

"Not afraid." Yang Fan glanced at him and spit out two words.

"You...you are really not afraid..."

Hu Fei looked at Yang Fan with admiration.

However, he stretched out his hand and touched the back of his head again, wondering why Yang Fan was afraid of the foundation-building zombies outside, even if he wasn't afraid of a thousand-year-old headless demon corpse.

In his mind, the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse is ten to a hundred times more terrifying than the foundation-building zombies on the outer layer of the tomb.

"By the way..." Yang Fan suddenly remembered something: "Do you have any props in your hand that can send a message to the 'Rain and Mist Villa' to let them know that you are not dead."

"This... no... I don't know if it will be useful."

Hu Fei quickly took out a jade talisman from his storage bag, poured mana into it, and closed his eyes to sense it.

"There is...a little feeling...but very...very vague." Hu Feixi said.

"That's good, we don't need to do anything now, just recuperate here."

Yang Fan closed his eyes, said nothing, and began to practice.

In fact, half of his mind stayed in the Xianhong space, using the green land to help repair the injuries in his body.

At this time, Yang Fan's mind suddenly flashed, and he thought of a permission he had at the first level of Xianhong, which could call someone into the "Xianhong Space".

"The green land has such miraculous healing effects and is full of infinite vitality... Doesn't that mean that even if the injured person's condition is serious, even on the verge of death, half of his foot has stepped into the gate of hell, he can save his life and bring him back to life?"

Yang Fan suddenly had such an idea in his heart, but the premise is that the summoned person must not have any thoughts of resistance.

Of course, he was just thinking about it, "Unless a loved one encounters this kind of situation, you must not use this function lightly to save others..."

The two stayed in the inner layer of the tomb for two days and two nights, Yang Fan remained calm, and the injuries caused by the powerful destructive force in his body also healed by seven or eight points.This is mostly due to the green land in Xianhong Space, otherwise, with his own recovery speed, he would not have achieved such an effect in less than ten and a half months.

In contrast, Hu Fei was a little uneasy, and his eyes sometimes glanced at the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse deep in the darkness.

"It's been... two... two days, why haven't... haven't come?"

Hu Fei stood at the entrance of the hall, observing the direction of the outer layer.

Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and said calmly: "It should be almost the same. Although Yuwu Villa is very afraid of this tomb, it can still allow low-level monks and even mortals to open the entrance of the tomb."

At this moment, Yang Fan fully developed his senses, and he has already noticed the changes of the zombies and ghosts outside the tomb.

The foundation-building zombie also left his sensory range, perhaps hearing the movement outside and being attracted to it.

Sure enough, half a day later, there was a sudden commotion outside, the faint roar of ghost zombies, and the collision of spells and magic weapons.

"The time has come."

Yang Fan suddenly stood up and walked out of the hall.

"You...how do you know...know?"

Hu Fei couldn't believe it. He was far superior to his peers in terms of senses. Although he could sense something, he didn't dare to make such a conclusion.

"Ah, wait!"

Just when he was in a daze, Yang Fan walked outside the hall.

But at this moment, Yang Fan suddenly stopped, looking at the position of the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse in the main hall, his face was ponderous, as if he was thinking about something.

"Under the headless demon corpse is a source of demon energy..."

Yang Fan has already firmly remembered this matter and paid special attention to it.

Because in the Nine Nether Demon Art he practiced, there is an extremely powerful supernatural power, "Nether Demon Flame". This flame is very troublesome to cultivate, but it will be helpful in places where the demonic energy is strong.As long as this flame can cultivate the "one secluded" realm, he can run rampant in the first three realms of immortal cultivation. If he can cultivate the "three secluded" realms, even among high-ranking monks, he will be an extremely terrifying existence.

"Quick... let's go!"

Hu Fei urged.

"Okay, follow me." Yang Fan said lightly.

"Why... why should... listen to you?"

Hu Fei raised his eyebrows and said quite dissatisfied.

This son is very strong.

Yang Fan sneered, ignored him, and walked away with a calm expression on his face, as if this was not a terrible tomb, but his own compound.

Hu Fei hesitated for a moment, and his intuition told him that following Yang Fan might be the right choice.

In this way, the two walked towards the entrance of the tomb one after the other.

The outer space of the tomb is actually not that big, and the terrain is even a bit complicated. There are so many ghosts and zombies lurking here, which can threaten the monks in the concentrating stage.

Yang Fan walked very slowly, sometimes pausing for a moment, very calmly.

Hu Fei was a little impatient at first, but later, he suddenly realized that the two of them had walked for a while without encountering any ghosts or zombies.

He could hear the voices of ghosts, but he didn't meet any of them.

After discovering this fact, Hu Fei immediately calmed down and followed Yang Fan.

After walking for a while, a ray of light appeared in front of him, and the sound of fighting could be heard faintly outside.

The entrance is faintly visible.

Hu Fei was very excited: "Finally... finally came out!"

"To shut up!"

Yang Fan's complexion changed, and he quickly reached out to cover the boy's mouth.

However, his remedy was too late.

Hush——

A ghost followed the source of the sound and found the two of them. It rushed from the sky like lightning, and grabbed Yang Fan's back with a pale hand, and the sinister wind swept across.

"Quick fight!"

Yang Fan's face darkened, and suddenly a black snake shadow waved from his hand, silently like a ghost, and wrapped around the neck of that ghost all of a sudden.

(It's the second watch, it's so hot, I went to take a shower, recommended tickets! Fellow Daoists...)
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