Chatper 886 (1/2)

"puff!"

In Nether City, Yang Xuanru was struck by lightning, spewing blood, and his body was extremely weak.

The ancestor of the Beigong family, a peerless powerhouse at the peak of the emperor realm, collided twice with the extreme power of the purgatory sword.

That kind of devastation, the incessant surging of the mountains and tsunamis, the entire Nether City ceased to exist in the blink of an eye, and became a devastated and dilapidated place.

Yang Xuan was in it, and there was no way to avoid it, and he was beaten back to his original form directly from the demonized state.

"Cough cough..."

His face was as white as paper, his hair was disheveled, and he coughed up blood in his mouth. Whether it was his body or his soul, there were bursts of sharp pain, like a torture, and it was very uncomfortable.

This is because he retreated in time, retreated far enough, and his own strength was not weak, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

Even so, he was also severely injured, and he had to take a few drops of the Fountain of Life, which made him feel better.

Yang Xuan's physical strength, resilience, healing power, etc. have been greatly improved since he opened up the eight gates of life and death, the gate of injury, the gate of opening, and the gate of view.

But this does not mean that he really has an immortal body, and his body can't bear it under the super shock.

It is said that at the moment, if you don't take the Fountain of Life in time, the injury will not be able to recover in a short time.

"so close!"

While Yang Xuan was happy, he was also worried, very worried about the purgatory boy's situation.

Since the purgatory boy got acquainted with him, it can be regarded as sharing weal and woe. The relationship between the two is not so much a master and servant, but a relative.

No matter who it is, you don't want the other party to have an accident.

The more Yang Xuan thought about it, the more afraid he wanted to go to the depths of the battlefield to check. No matter if something happened to the purgatory boy, he had to do it, otherwise he would feel guilty.

"Boy, let's go now."

At this moment, as soon as the figure came out like a ghost, who was not the purgatory boy?

He was like a lightning bolt, grabbed Yang Xuan, and fled far away at the speed of a thousand miles.

"How about you, won't you fall asleep suddenly!?"

Yang Xuan looked at the purgatory boy with concern. The purgatory boy was in a very weak state now. His face was pale and bloodless, and his body was even more faintly transparent.

That feeling seemed to dissipate at any time.

"Don't worry, I still have a leftover from the crystal of life in my hand. I have already taken the time to refine it. Although it is difficult to recover in a short time, it is enough to keep me awake."

The purgatory boy said, after all, he has lived for a long time, how can he not leave a way out for himself?

"That's fine."

Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, are you so afraid of me dying?"

"Afraid, very afraid, very afraid, you are both my brother and my comrade-in-arms, we even agreed to enter the fairyland together!"

"Okay, don't be so provocative, am I not dead yet? Besides, do you still remember that big killing talisman?"

"Of course you remember, you want to..."

"Yes, today's situation, for you and me, is a catastrophe. Only by using the Great Killing Talisman can we hope to escape."

"Can it really work?"

"You'll understand if you look closely."

"Hey, this space... seems to be no longer so stable."