Cultivator In Martial God World

It hurts!

Severe pain came, making Yang Xuan feel like he was stabbed into his body by a thousand sharp knives.

next moment, he opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the white roof, specially made by Item Hall, which can always emit a long-lasting and soft light source.

The decoration on the wall is very special, like a mountain, but exudes a holy breath that makes the body and mind comfortable.

"Are you awake?" A voice came from his side.

Yang Xuan turned his head laboriously, and a man wearing black clothed and unable to see his face stood beside the bed.

"Who are you...?" Yang Xuan made a faint voice.

"You can call me holy servant, holy servant." The black clothed person's voice was low.

Yang Xuan let out a sigh of relief, then turned his head back, staring blankly at the light source on the ceiling.

After a while, he asked softly: "Did you save me?"

The holy servant shook the head. Seeing that Yang Xuan didn’t look at this side, he opened the mouth and said: "No, you saved yourself."

After a pause, he continued: "When I got there, you and Zhang Chengan had only one breath left. It’s just to heal your injuries and bring you back to Holy Mountain."

Yang Xuan gave a soft voice, seeming to remember something, and asked: "Twenty-three and twenty-four... …?"

"Dead!" The holy servant said indifferently: "They are all dead and returned to the embrace of the holy god."

Yang Xuan's eyes were calm, and there was no sign of it. Bo Lan, just squeezed the corner of his mouth.

"Where is Zhang Chengan? Is he dead?" he asked.

"It was not dead. Someone came to the Ice Palace. We were all in a hurry to save people, so there was no conflict." The holy servant said: "But all four of his men are dead. You killed it. "

Yang Xuan indifferent expression, under the cover of fifty times Five Elements Integration, it would be strange if the four of them were still alive.

"Go out, I want to sleep." He closed his eyes and said softly.

The holy servant didn’t go out. He looked at Yang Xuan who was lying on the bed, and then asked: "What are your plans?"

Yang Xuan felt the skeleton shattered all over , And the empty dantian, Nascent Soul disappeared, some want to laugh.

However, he did not laugh, and the intense pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.

The injury does not matter, he can recover, but the retreat of realm makes his heart cold.

Nascent Soul has disappeared. At this time, his realm has regressed to the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Fifty borrowed the sword technique, it really wasn't something he could bear at the moment.

"Take one step at a time!" He closed his eyes and said indifferently.

The holy servant stopped for a while, and then said: "The holy one said that there is a place that may be of great help to you."

"Where?" Yang Xuan opened Opened his eyes and asked.

"Soul Palace, Soul Sea!" The holy servant said solemnly.

Hu~

Yang Xuan breathed out gently and closed his eyes again.

"I don't want to be one of those thousands of souls!" Yang Xuan said indifferently.

"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work." The holy servant seemed to mean something.

Yang Xuan did not speak, as if he closed his eyes and calmed down. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Wait until I can move."

"Right, mine What about that monkey?"

"Don't mention that monkey." The holy servant seemed to be annoyed: "Holy Mountain's wine is almost finished by him."

Yang Xuan Some wanted to laugh, but didn't laugh at all.

"And then?" he asked.

"The saint sent it to a place for training. This kind of natural alien species is very rare. If the training is successful, it will be a big help for you in the future." The holy servant said.

"Where?" Yang Xuan asked.

"You will know later." The holy servant did not answer directly.

Yang Xuan did not ask any more, presumably the saint would not deceive him because of a monkey.

Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't want to speak, the holy servant took out a thin book from his arms and put it on Yang Xuan's bedside.

"What is this?" Yang Xuan asked.

"The whole book of the sincerity art." The holy servant explained: "If you can cultivation the sincerity art by one, two and three, such things will not happen in the future, and you can avoid the crisis in advance."

"Some crises are not based on human will." Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with coldness.

"What?" The holy servant didn't seem to hear it clearly.

"Nothing." Yang Xuan closed his eyes again and said nothing.

One month passed in a flash.

Under the effect of Wood Element Spiritual Qi, his injury has been fully recovered.

But the cultivation base stopped at Nascent Soul Early Stage, and there was no way to condense Nascent Soul.

"Oh, the blood corpse pay respects to Holy Son!" A voice came in from outside the door, and then, the blood corpse Old Ancestor in dark red clothes walked in.

He said pay respects to, but he didn't mean pay respects to at all. He was just joking and a little angry.

It is his shame to let Yang Xuan escape from his hands.

"Come, see off!" Yang Xuan shouted unceremoniously.

No one came in.

The Green Heavenly Saint's mansion of Connaught University, it seems that there is no one at this moment.

"Holy Son doesn't know that this room has been completely shielded by me?" The blood corpse Old Ancestor said with a sneer, each minding their own business, sitting on the next chair.

Yang Xuan looked at him, especially the cold eyes of the blood corpse Old Ancestor. After a while, he suddenly smiled.

"You think you can kill me?" Yang Xuan reached out and poured himself a cup of tea. After taking a sip, he said indifferently.

"Yes!" The blood corpse Old Ancestor is still the same as last time, without any hidden, very frank.

"Oh? Then why don't you do it?"

"Ha!" Old Ancestor laughed: "You are too dear to yourself. Killing you here is bound to help You are not worth the price."

"Then what are you doing here? Are you lost?" Yang Xuan didn't even glance at the blood corpse Old Ancestor, indifferently said.

"hmph! What's the use of the power of the tongue?" Old Ancestor coldly snorted, and then said: "I just want to tell you that the first Holy Son has returned. If you understand, Just resign to the saint, hand over the killing authority, and stay here quietly in the future, the old man might not be able to let you go. Otherwise, hum."

"This is what you mean, Or does it mean the first Holy Son?" Yang Xuan asked.

"I mean!" Old Ancestor said with a sneer.

"Then let him tell me by himself." Yang Xuan said indifferently.

"You also deserve it?" Old Ancestor sneered: "I think your breath is weak, much worse than last time. It seems that this battle with Zhang Chengan has caused your realm to go backwards. Not early to acknowledge allegiance, when will you be better?"

"Are you finished? If you are finished, you can go." Yang Xuan didn't even bother to say to see off the guests this time.

"Oh, I hope you can still be so hard after you leave here." The blood corpse Old Ancestor laughed and turned to leave.

After the blood corpse Old Ancestor left, Yang Xuan sat in a chair, and did not move for a long time.

At this moment, his heart is never as calm as he is on the surface.

Does he really have to stay here quietly and be a peaceful Holy Son?

hehe!

Yang Xuan smiled.

Just a smile, but a little cold.

Long put out a breath, Yang Xuan stood up.

His gaze passed through the window and fell on the western corner of the Holy Land.

There is a place called Soul Hall.

Since he felt that absorbing a large amount of soul would bring unpredictable results, he has resisted absorbing Soul Power again.

But at this moment, he doesn't want to think about that many anymore.

In order to be more powerful, he does not hesitate.