Chapter 451 (1/2)

He was hurt by his own black rain and almost destroyed his hand. This is incredible for the crane king, who originally had the absolute advantage.

Instead of summoning anyone to help him, he took out a kind of cyan grey ointment and applied it to the wound. Then he wrapped the whole left hand and each finger carefully with plain white silk. Blood quickly penetrated into the white silk, just like red lotus blossoming on the white silk.

He covered it with gloves made from the skin of a black scale lizard.

He is the crane king and also holds the position of supreme elder. Now any injury on his body, if detected by the outside world, may lead to some people's strange ideas. He was not afraid, but he didn't want to cause trouble.

He quickly absorbed the evil spirit in the wound. But the damage to the body and the spirit is not so easy to heal.

Although the physical recovery speed of Jindan friar is faster than that of ordinary friars, he is not as green as Lian Ling. The speed of healing is much slower. I'm afraid ten days later, when the demon ginseng assembly is held, it may not be able to recover completely.

”As far as your strength is concerned, a nun who has just spent her golden elixir does not want to fight against the tree clan?”

From time to time there was a voice in his head that was joking and sarcastic. Since he became a gold elixir, there has been such a sound. Every time he gets frustrated, the sound echoes back in his head. This made him more and more angry and violent.

There is no doubt that it has something to do with the Jindan dream spirit he swallowed. But whether he swallowed the golden elixir dream spirit or that dream spirit devoured him, he did not understand. Or, it's called integration.

He is still himself. As for whether he has been changed, he is not sure. Whatever he is, as long as his cultivation is constantly improved, sooner or later he will be able to thoroughly refine this strange thing.

And it's not exactly a burden. Although he was only the first flower of the golden elixir, he had the strength of two demons of the first flower of the golden elixir. He could almost compete with a friar with double flowers.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him. He must defeat the tree clan. Only when the tree clan is defeated, can one of the three major clans recognized by the demon world be vacated, and the crane clan may take its place and gain recognition.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the crane clan becomes, he will never be able to get the three flower medicine under the pressure of the three big families, and he will never be able to go to the road of Shangjing. It's a dead knot.

He forced to suppress the anger in his heart, began to run the blood in his body, trying to heal the injury on his left hand.

His Qi and blood ran through his body for three weeks. The rest of the body is OK. Although he Heng and Qing Pingzi two masters of the war, but did not leave any internal injury. Only the left forearm and palm were seriously injured. Qi and blood flow to the left forearm will feel blocked everywhere, a mess.

At this time, he can only repair it by water grinding. He sat there, calmed his breath, closed his consciousness, and entered into meditation.

But at this time, he suddenly opened his eyes. Not only was there no trace of fatigue in his eyes, but his eyes were a little deeper than usual. At this time, he was not sitting on the collapse with brocade quilt in the original comfortable palace of crane king. It's sitting on a piece of black and red charcoal.

The charcoal was boiling hot and burning his skin. Red light and heat waves were emitted from the dense cracks in the charcoal, which were obviously blazing. When you look around, you can see the boundless. It's all this burning charcoal, piled up into mountains, and you can't see the edge. The sky was dark and there was no light.

He didn't panic because he knew it was a dream. Since he broke through the realm and was promoted to Jindan, he often had such dreams.

He looked up, and in front of him appeared a tall man in a black robe, black from head to toe. His only exposed face was also a hazy black, with only two eyes glowing red like a burning charcoal.

”Here you are. What do you want me to do this time?” He asked as usual.

He is not a man who can be easily instructed. But at this time, he always felt that what this person ordered him to do was actually what he wanted to do. The other party is just a wake-up call to the real thoughts in his heart.

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