Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Xuanyuan Chang and Singer were lying in a very miserable state at the bottom of the pit. Their clothes were already tattered and covered with dust and blood. Their handsome faces were now covered with scars and looked extremely exhausted.

At this point, it can be said that both of them were injured, and no one could gain an advantage from this fierce confrontation.

Xuanyuan Chang was breathing heavily, his chest was rising and falling violently, and every breath brought a sharp pain, but he still managed not to faint. Singh's situation was not much better, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and he held the cracked sword tightly in his hand, as if it was his last support.

"Old man, where are you injured? I'll help you up right away," Xin Changxing jumped into the pit first. Looking at the old man covered in blood, he didn't dare to touch him with his outstretched hand.

"Old man, are you still able to move? Changxing will take you out." After saying that, he carefully reached out his hand and wanted to pick up the old man and take him upstairs, but he didn't know where to start. He was afraid that if he was not careful, the old man would be injured even more.

"Cough cough cough...Puff," Xuanyuan Chang coughed a few times, tilted his head, and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, which scared Xin Changxing so much that he didn't dare to touch him even more.

"Cough... huh, don't... don't worry, I'm not going to die yet," Xuanyuan Chang recovered now and stuffed a rejuvenation pill into his mouth.

This is the god-level rejuvenation pill that Fu Ling'er refined during the Pill King Competition. It was given to Xuanyuan Chang by Xuanyuan Que before he left. Now is the time to witness its miraculous effect.

The pill melted in my mouth, and a gentle cool feeling rushed straight to the top of my head, and then flowed from the top of my head into my limbs. Soon, the pain in my displaced internal organs was instantly gone, and it felt like a cool stream was flowing through my body. It was refreshing and moisturizing every corner of my body like a trickle of water.

The wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming scabs, falling off, and then leaving no traces.

"Changxing, help me up." Xuanyuan Chang was no longer seriously injured, but his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the exhausted energy and fatigue instantly came over him.

"Hey, okay, old man, Changxing will help you up."

After coming out of the pit, Xin Changxing supported Xuanyuan Chang, who was walking unsteadily, and walked to another big pit. He saw that Xuanyuan Chang was already sitting at the bottom of the pit meditating and healing his wounds.

"Tsk tsk, old man, this man is meditating to heal his wounds, he is not dead. Damn it. Old man, let me kill the culprit first. He must be the leader, I can just kill him with one knife," Xin Changxing said as he was about to raise his knife and swing towards Singh in the pit.

As a result, he was held down by the old man next to him, who said with a serious expression.

"Don't act rashly. Even though he is also seriously injured, in fact, he is not as seriously injured as me. Who knows if he has any trump cards or backup plans? Don't hurt yourself. You stand back, I'll do it." Xuanyuan Chang pushed Xin Changxing away. He was only feeling a little better at the moment, but he wanted to give Singh the final blow. He wanted to kill Singh and then recuperate carefully.

At this moment, there is no need to compromise in terms of sneak attacks or being upright. The right thing to do is to kill Singh.

So, Xuanyuan Chang clenched his fist, and suddenly, a cluster of flames flashed on his fist, and then he punched Singh hard. The huge fist shadow wrapped in thick flames hit Singh's face directly.

"boom"

There was a burst of golden light and sparks, and a powerful force quickly bounced back.

"Get out of the way," Xuanyuan Chang pushed Xin Changxing away and at the same time he turned sideways, and the force just passed by his chest.

"Golden Bell Cover? It's actually the Golden Bell Cover," Xin Changxing almost dropped his jaw in shock, thinking to himself that it was a close call, fortunately the old man stopped him just now, otherwise, he would definitely suffer a great loss.

Xuanyuan Chang looked at Singer without changing his expression. The shaking golden bell did not make him frown. How confident was he in his golden bell? Or was he recovering from his injury in a hurry?

Xuanyuan Chang realized that if he allowed his injuries to recover quickly, would he still be able to fight him without losing? No, he also had to recover his strength quickly to cope with the next possible battle at any time.

"Changxing, have someone stay here. If he makes any unusual movements, report immediately. I'll go see how the old ancestor is doing."

"Yes." Xin Changxing simply sat cross-legged on the edge of the pit, staring at Singh closely.

He just stared at it, and he felt that this face looked familiar. Then he shook his head violently. He was a lackey of the Nine Heavenly Emperor Palace, and he had never seen anyone from the Emperor Palace.

Xuanyuan Chang turned around and went to Songhe Courtyard, and saw bursts of lightning lingering around the old ancestor, flashing from time to time, and his whole body was filled with powerful energy, making it difficult to get close to him.

But when Xuanyuan Chang saw this scene, his originally tense heart seemed to have found a support point. Instead of being afraid, he was extremely excited. Because the lightning was the ancestor's lightning spirit root that was regaining vitality and accumulating strength again, which meant that the ancestor's cultivation was reviving.

That’s great. He finally saw hope. It was no longer like before, where he had to watch his ancestor fall into a deep sleep every day. He had to confirm every day that his ancestor was getting better, but it was also full of uncertainty and anxiety.

Now, he knew that the ancestor was not far from fully waking up.

Now is the critical moment, and he must hurry to recover his strength. It would be best if he could recover earlier than Singh, so that he can remain invincible and protect his ancestors at the same time.

So Xuanyuan Chang found a place outside the ancestor's room to meditate. He wanted to recover his strength and spirit as soon as possible.

At that time, Singh, Xuanyuan Chang, and the old ancestor seemed to be racing against time. Whoever woke up first would seize the opportunity. It was equivalent to standing on the commanding heights and controlling the overall situation, and the battle would be over.

Singer, who was under the pit, thought the same thing, so the moment he fell into the pit, he forced himself to take a god-level elixir to quickly heal himself.

He thought about leaving, but this time he was too arrogant and blindly attacked others.

result……

Alas! It's all tears.

He wanted to leave and come back after he made some arrangements.

But the situation at that time did not allow him to move at all. The most convenient and life-saving method he could think of was to quickly get himself a golden bell. This was not his own gold power, but the divine artifact golden bell bestowed upon him by the Emperor of Heaven. Otherwise, with his severely injured body, he could not support the strong strength of the golden bell.

At that time, he was aware of Xuanyuan Chang's attack on the Golden Bell Cover. Even though he knew that the items in the Heavenly Emperor Palace were all divine instruments, his heart was still in his throat. Fortunately, the result was safe and sound, and he successfully scared off the opponent's attack again, so he had a chance to breathe.

At this moment, he is desperately trying to make the most of his time to recover.