Chapter 254: Recover from injury

When the blood mist figure left, Xiao Fan and the others also breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone felt their bodies soft, and they all fell to the ground, panting for breath.
At that moment, they were all on the verge of despair.
If it weren't for Xiao Fan to take a shot at a critical time and cut a peerless sword, perhaps all of them would be buried here.
Xiao Fan glanced at his left hand and put away the black beads in his left hand again.
But this time, Xiao Fan didn't put the black beads in the soul carving magic weapon, but threw them in the black whirlpool.
He became more curious about the black beads in his heart, what exactly was this thing, it was able to restrain the blood mist figure.
Moreover, the blood mist figure claims to be the Great Emperor of Luangu, is he really the Great Emperor of Luangu?
For some reason, Xiao Fan felt that the blood mist figure was not simple, but he still did not believe that the blood mist figure was really the Great Emperor of Chaos.
Because the black beads in his hand and the seven pieces of black law fragments were originally together, and the breath was the same, it was very likely that they belonged to the same person.
But he urged the black beads just now, but he was able to suppress the blood fog figure, and the opponent did not sense the existence of the black beads.
The only possibility is that the blood mist figure is lying. It may have something to do with Luangu, but it is definitely not the real Luangu.
Converging his mind, Xiao Fan took out pills one after another, distributed them to everyone to swallow, and then sat on the spot to recover from his injuries.
"Boy, that guy has left the ten-square lore formation." The White Demon suddenly trembled, his expression extremely solemn.
He personally set up a ten-square lore formation, and even the power of this formation, it is impossible for ordinary people to leave, but the blood mist figure did it easily, and the white demon could not be ignored.
"It's okay to leave!" Xiao Fan said Ning.
Although the blood mist figure can't help him in a short time, but what if?
Xiao Fan didn't dare to bet. Now that he is seriously injured, it is impossible to activate the black beads for a long time. The black beads consume too much soul power.
If the blood fog figure stays, they will still die by then.
"White Demon, you continue to control the ten-point lore formation, and wait for us to recover." Xiao Fan said solemnly.
Now they are seriously injured. If there is an attack from a foreign enemy, it will be in trouble.
The White Demon nodded and continued to urge the Shifang Lore Array.
At this moment, above the valley, a blood mist figure coldly stared at the valley below, his face extremely gloomy.
"I am dignified by the ancient emperor. I have never planted on an ancient cultivator. When the emperor regains his body and gets everything that belongs to the emperor, I will kill you again!" The blood mist figure said to himself in her heart, with a terrible expression on her body. Coldly.
"Ziyang Jinghong, this emperor will kill you!"
The blood mist figure exploded in vain, and swept towards the sky with an angry and unwilling look, but his voice continued to travel around.
Not far from the valley, Ziyang Jinghong just recovered from that terrifying sword, and said with a trembled: "This sword, wouldn't it be that sword Hongchen used it?"
Ziyang Jinghong, this emperor will kill you!
As soon as Ziyang Jinghong's voice fell, there was a thunder in the sky in vain. Hearing this sound, Ziyang Jinghong trembled and fell to the ground.
"The emperor is going to kill me?" Ziyang Jinghong's eyes widened, and his body began to tremble.
There was a terrible pressure in that voice, and he claimed to be the emperor. What is it if he is not the emperor?
Recalling that peerless sword before, it was definitely only a powerful emperor who could display it.
In an instant, Ziyang Jinghong's face turned pale and his body almost collapsed.
I have to say that Ziyang Jinghong is indeed a genius, and his xinxing is far from other people's. He stood up abruptly and quickly fleeed towards the depths of the ancient forest.
Now all he can do is escape. As for everything else, he simply can't care about so much.
Ziyang fled in shock, but the gray-robed old man above a valley in the distance did not escape. He only frowned when he heard that voice.
Suddenly, the gray-robed old man's eyes were shining, as if he saw a mist figure in the distance, and said in surprise: "This is the remnant soul of the emperor? If it can be obtained, the old man's soul power will definitely be able to go further."
Thinking of this, the gray-robed old man's figure flashed and disappeared into the spot instantly, apparently chasing and killing the blood mist figure.
After a few breaths, there was a fierce collision in the sky, as well as an angry roar and roar, further and further away.
Xiao Fan naturally didn't know what happened to Ziyang Jinghong and the blood mist figure. He was working with all his strength to repair his injuries and even mobilized the power of the white stone.
His internal organs and meridians are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Only two hours later, Xiao Fan opened his eyes, two divine lights burst into his eyes, and the spirit of the whole person reached the peak.
Then he began to heal the injuries of Qing Yewu and Qing Muxuan. The two were the closest to the blood mist figure, and it was very rare that they could survive under the pressure.
Although their injuries were very serious, under Xiao Fan's treatment, they recovered in just half an hour.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Fan treated other people with less injury, and it took less time.
"Thank you Brother Jian." Everyone was sincerely grateful to Xiao Fandao. It was Xiao Fan's credit to survive today.
"Thank you, Deputy Hall Master!" Suddenly, Qing Mu Xuan knelt in front of Xiao Fan with a thud. At this moment, the aura exuding from her body reached the peak of the ancient realm, even only one step away from the half-step king realm.
On her body, there are black mists lingering around, like a river of Styx, the breath is extremely frightening.
Qing Muxuan was not lightly killed, but her cultivation base is now rising straight, which she has never thought of.
"This is what you deserve!" Xiao Fan nodded, and a strong breath came out, helping Qing Mu Xuan.
Although Qingmu Xuan had broken through to the peak of the ancient realm, in front of this force, there was no resistance at all.
"Boy, I withdrew the ten-fang lore formation, otherwise they wouldn't be able to wake up again if God didn't mind." The white demon suddenly changed the subject.
"Withdraw, we should also return to the Emperor Blood City!" Xiao Fan nodded, he still hadn't thought of dealing with God Wuxin, at least it was not the time for now.
The White Demon nodded, and the light flashed on the disc in his hand, the glow above the valley disappeared instantly, and the white mist in the valley slowly dissipated, becoming clearer.
"Go!" Xiao Fan spit out a word, and then stepped into the air.
Everyone looked at each other, thought about it, and finally followed.
At this moment, in a corner of the valley, seven figures were lying under an ancient tree. As the white mist disappeared, one of the white-robed men woke up instantly and blasted his palms around without hesitation.
Boom!
There was a loud explosion, and the ancient trees exploded, turning into countless sawdust and floating in the void. There was no sound in the four fields, and there was a dead silence.
"Is that an illusion just now?" The white-robed man's forehead oozes fine beads of sweat, his face is pale and sweaty. He is not someone else but God Wuxin.
In an instant, the power of Shen Wuxin's soul swept across the sky and covered the entire valley in an instant. The next moment, his eyes shrank sharply, and his whole person was completely frozen there.
Within the range captured by his soul power, there were corpses everywhere, but nothing else. "Dead? All dead?" For a long time, Shen Wuxin trembled all over his body, and his fear reached the limit.