Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 30 Good Fortune Pill

Seeing Yang Xuan covered in blood, Fang Qingxue whimpered and was too scared to move. At this moment, she felt her heart ached, as if being torn apart by a sharp knife.

"Xue'er, don't cry." Yang Xuan opened his mouth, and there was a muffled sound like fried beans all over his body, and he grinned his teeth in pain, his face full of ferociousness.

"Wuuu, sect master, please save Brother Yang." Fang Qingxue thought of something, and cried to Yan Changkong who was in the audience.

Yang Xuan is extremely talented, and now he is the well-deserved No.1 among the outer disciples. Of course, Yan Changkong will not let him die. He didn't say a word, his figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Yang Xuan, squatting down to feel Yang Xuan's pulse Afterwards, his complexion changed drastically.

"Master, what, what's the matter?" Fang Qingxue's voice trembled, and she was burning with anxiety. If something happened to Yang Xuan, she would definitely not be alone.

"Hey, his injuries have exceeded my imagination. Nearly [-]% of the bones in his body are broken, especially the viscera, which are extremely severely injured."

Yan Changkong sighed lightly, to be honest, he didn't expect Yang Xuan to be injured so badly.

If someone else had been injured like this, he would have died on the spot, even if he was holding his breath, the pain would have been excruciating.

However, Yang Xuan didn't die and didn't say a word, and he was able to endure this unimaginable pain silently, which made Yan Changkong secretly surprised, and also understood that Yang Xuan's will was beyond the reach of others.

"Wuwu, how did this happen? How did this happen?" Fang Qingxue felt dizzy for a while, and fell to the ground without any image, crying bitterly. Yan Changkong's words made her think that Yang Xuan was hopeless.

At this moment, many outer disciples all stared wide-eyed. No one thought that Yang Xuan's injuries were so severe. The most shocking thing was that Yang Xuan was still alive. Death, none of them knew exactly what power was supporting him.

"Xue'er, don't cry. Brother Yang assures you that nothing will happen." While speaking, Yang Xuan's body began to crack again, and blood trickled out.

"Yang, Brother Yang, stop, stop talking, please stop talking." Fang Qingxue choked with sobs and almost fell into Yang Xuan's arms.

Yang Xuan didn't speak anymore, and didn't dare to speak any more, he could only smile wryly in his heart: "I miscalculated, I didn't expect that the Jiuji Beng of Nine Levels of Strength would cause so much damage to my physical body!"

But the matter has come to this point, and it is too late to regret.

Furthermore, he didn't regret it, but was a little anxious, because there were too many people here, and it was inconvenient to use the Xuanwu Dali Jue.

In his opinion, as long as he uses the Xuanwu Dali Jue, there is still hope to heal the injury, but he quickly frowned again. It is hard to say whether he can stand up in his current situation, let alone use the Xuanwu Dali Jue.

Just when Yang Xuan didn't know what to do, Gu Yunfeng, Han Fang and more than a dozen elders from the outer sect stepped onto the ring together.

All the way to stand beside Yan Changkong, Gu Yunfeng hurriedly asked: "Master, is Yang Xuan still alive?"

"It can be saved, but there may be accidents. Everything depends on his good fortune."

Yan Changkong thought for a while, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, he turned his palm, and handed a white pill to Yang Xuan's mouth: "Yang Xuan, this is Good Fortune Pill, it can not only heal your injuries, but also greatly quench your wounds. Refining your physical body can also stimulate your soul, giving you a great chance to awaken your martial soul."

After finishing speaking, he paused and said: "But there are advantages and disadvantages. If you take this pill, you will have hallucinations in your mind. If you can't get through it, you will never be able to wake up."

"Never wake up!?"

Many outer sect elders turned pale with fright. The so-called phantoms are actually inner demons, and there is great fear. Even outer sect elders like them are afraid of inner demons, not to mention that Yang Xuan is just a young man with a weak crown in the quenching state.

"Sect master, can't we replace it with other healing pills?" Han Fang asked.

The inner demon is too terrifying. Han Fang experienced it once, and that time he was almost lost in it. Now that he thinks about it, he also has lingering fears.

"Sigh, his injury is too severe, and ordinary healing pills won't work at all."

Yan Changkong shook his head, Good Fortune Pill is a top-grade panacea, he got it by chance several years ago, and he was reluctant to eat it, and if an ordinary healing pill could heal Yang Xuan's injury, he would also be reluctant to take it out.

"Isn't the fourth-grade Tianyuan pill also okay?" an elder from the outer sect said suddenly.

"No, he's not Li Yunfei, he's seriously injured, and the Tianyuan Pill can't save him at all."

Yan Changkong shook his head again, and immediately looked at Yang Xuan: "The Good Fortune Pill has the magic of good luck, it is much stronger than any Body Tempering Pill, but it is also very dangerous, you decide whether to eat it or not."

"Ahem, many, thank you door master for giving me the pill."

Yang Xuan coughed up blood, and nodded with difficulty. He has been a human being for two lifetimes, and he still has some understanding of the Creation Pill. He knows that this pill is a sixth-grade panacea. Only the real sects know how to refine it. The medicinal materials are too rare, and some of them are even extinct.

"Okay, open your mouth now, I hope you can break through the falsehood and win good fortune."

Yan Changkong nodded slightly, without any hesitation, flicked his fingers, and punched the Good Fortune Pill into Yang Xuan's mouth, and as the Good Fortune Pill entered his mouth, Yang Xuan was shocked and passed out.

"Brother Yang!" Fang Qingxue panicked, thinking something happened to Yang Xuan.

"Don't worry, you see, his injury is recovering."

Hearing what Yan Changkong said, Fang Qingxue looked carefully, and sure enough, she saw a milky white halo emerging from Yang Xuan's body, and the dense wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, someone in the stands curled his lips and said, "The sect master actually took out the top-grade elixir to save him, it seems that he can't die."

"Why do I feel a sour smell?"

"Why, don't you envy? You must know that the Good Fortune Pill is a top-grade panacea according to its name, and the sect master said that eating it can heal injuries, greatly temper the body, and most importantly, awaken the martial soul."

"Of course I am envious, but so what? Yang Xuan is a genius, and now he is the No. 1 outer sect. If you have his talent, how can the sect not value you?"

"That's right, but the sect master said that after eating the Creation Pill, visions will appear in his mind. I don't know if Yang Xuan can survive it?"

"What if you can't survive?"

"Didn't you hear what the sect master said, if you can't survive it, you will never wake up."

Seeing the commotion in the arena, Gu Yunfeng became angry and said coldly, "What are you arguing about, shut up."

Everyone shut up obediently, not daring to make a sound.

At the same time, Yan Changkong stood up, looked around the audience, and said in a loud voice: "You all go back and practice hard, and strive to break through to the Yuan Condensation Realm as soon as possible. If anyone can break through to the True Astral Realm before me, I will give him one A Body Tempering Pill."

"Master, is what you said true?" A disciple from the outer sect blurted out.

"Bold, how could the sect master lie to you?" Gu Yunfeng shouted angrily.

"Okay, don't be angry, they are all children who haven't grown up."

Yan Changkong waved his hand and said loudly: "I keep my word, you all go back and practice hard!"

His voice was not loud, but the outer disciples present could clearly hear it, and one by one they left the arena excitedly.

Not long after, even Li Yunfei was carried down. In the huge fighting arena, only Fang Qingxue, Yan Changkong, Han Fang, Gu Yunfeng and other outer sect elders on the ring were left, as well as the fainted Yang Xuan.

"Master, when will my big brother Yang wake up?" Fang Qingxue was standing beside Yang Xuan, seeing that he hadn't woken up, she couldn't help asking Yan Changkong.

"If it's half an hour sooner, if it's slower..." At this point, Yan Changkong couldn't continue. Everyone present knew that Yang Xuan might never wake up.

Tears welled up in Fang Qingxue's eyes, and she said in a daze, "Brother Yang promised me that nothing will happen, he, he will definitely wake up."

"Ah!" Yan Changkong sighed, and Han Fang, Gu Yunfeng and others sat down beside him.

……

With the Good Fortune Pill entering his body, Yang Xuan felt a flash of light around his body, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had come to a boundless grassland.

"Chirp!"

At the same time, the cry of piercing gold and cracking stones came from afar, and a small black dot came through the air.

The seemingly extremely far distance came in a blink of an eye. Yang Xuan looked up and couldn't help but tremble. This is not a small black spot, but it is clearly a terrifying giant beast with a demonic aura.

Like a lion or a tiger, it is ten feet long, with a ferocious head, a huge body, and hideous scales all over its body. The most frightening thing is that it has a pair of giant wings covering the sky and the sun behind it.

With the flutter of its giant wings, it stopped a hundred feet above Yang Xuan's head, with a pair of scarlet eyes as big as lanterns staring at Yang Xuan below.

"Seventh-level big monster, two-winged demon lion!"

Yang Xuan's hands and feet felt cold, and he immediately recognized this giant beast as the double-winged demon lion, because in his previous life, the Demon Lord Shura was chased and killed by it for hundreds of thousands of miles, and almost died in the end.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, the two-winged demon lion above flapped its wings and came down.

"Illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, stuck to his heart, and let it pounce.

Puff!

Soon, there was an indescribable pain, his body was torn into two by the claws of the two-winged demon lion, and a large stream of blood shot up into the sky.

Although he clearly knew the illusion, he felt very real at this moment. The pain was beyond description, and it made him want to die.

"No, this is an illusion. As long as I stick to my heart, I will never die."

Thinking of this, the bloody scene in front of him disappeared, and Yang Xuan found that his body was intact, while the two-winged demon lion had long since disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

"Sure enough, it's all illusions, but this illusion is really terrifying. If I get lost in it and think I'm dead, the consequences will be absolutely disastrous."

Just as Yang Xuan was thinking, a group of people appeared around him out of thin air.

This group of people included old and young, men and women, servants and maidservants dressed as domestic servants, and young masters and young ladies in bright clothes. Everyone laughed at him in a strange way.

"Yang Xuan, our Yang family doesn't raise trash, get the hell out of the Yang family."

"Get out, get out, your father is trash, and you are trash, both of you, father and son, pack up and leave."

(End of this chapter)