divine talisman

Seven days later, Chen Xi woke up.

The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was a delicate and lovely little girl, dressed in animal skins, who was holding a big rough bowl to deliver soup to her mouth.

The potion was very bitter. Chen Xi took a closer look at it. There was almost no elixir in this soup, and it was of no use at all except to add some necessary water to himself.

But the little girl seemed to be holding a bowl of rare treasures, carefully handing them to her lips, as if she was afraid that a single drop would be spilled.

"This is where?"

When Chen Xi opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had been sharpened from the gravel. Even he himself was taken aback. Immediately, he didn't have the energy to pay attention to these things.

A severe pain, like ten thousand ants biting the heart, surged up all over his body again, causing his brows to be furrowed into a ball, and a layer of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Only then did he feel that the exploding scars all over his body had been wrapped in a layer of soft animal skin, and the flesh and blood membrane was dried up, not to mention the witch power, even the blood energy and vitality seemed to be dried up.

But the situation in the body is even more serious, the meridians are broken inch by inch, the internal organs are damaged, and it is dim. Even the inside of the dantian is like a cracked earth, empty and exhausted, the chaotic world has been shattered and collapsed so that it cannot be found.

It can be said that he is almost no different from a useless person now.

"Ah, he's awake, Uncle Mengwei, Aunt Moya, this big brother is awake!"

The pretty and lovely little girl in animal skin was stunned, and ran out of the tent in a flash, screaming loudly. During the process, she still clung to the big bowl full of soup and medicine, not spilling it. One drop is like holding a bowl of rare delicacies in the world.

"Mengwei? Moya?" Chen Xi frowned, endured the severe pain all over his body, and looked around.

This is an animal skin tent, extremely simple, with almost no furnishings, only a piece of wood is lit in the center, emitting a dim and flickering light.

Everything here is primitive and ancient, filled with an indescribable backward taste.

At least in the practice world, monks use moonstones and flame beads for lighting, even ordinary people mostly use various candles and oil lamps for lighting.

But here, they live in crude animal skin tents with rough stitching, and the lighting tools are just a piece of firewood. Even the clothes people wear and the soup they cook are so crude and simple, and everything is so backward.

The tent is lifted.

A man and a woman walked in. The man was tall and burly, extremely strong, with rock-like muscles, which filled him with explosive power of great tension.

The woman has a tall figure, with curvy curves, a pretty face, and a capable temperament.

Like the pretty little girl just now, the two of them were also wearing animal skins, the man was carrying a big black bow with animal horns on his back, and the woman was wearing a soft whip with animal tendons around her waist.

Obviously, both of them are people with force.

Seeing the two of them, Chen Xi immediately knew that the Mengwei and Moya that little girl was talking about were probably the two of them.

"You're awake." Mengwei strode forward, looking at Chen Xi who opened his eyes, a look of joy floated on his resolute and rough cheeks.

"Hmph! We have wasted so much food and medicinal materials. If you don't wake up again, even if the priest blames me, I must kill him." Moya snorted coldly, but her eyes were full of hostility when she looked at Chen Xi, and she didn't hide it. own loathing.

Chen Xi was stunned. He was going to kill himself for the sake of food and medicinal materials?

If it were the same as before, if he heard this, he would feel incredible. After all, a monk like him doesn’t need food to satisfy his hunger. He can live for a long time just by pumping out spiritual power. There is no need for any common medicinal materials.

But now, looking at Moya's earnest expression, he faintly felt that perhaps for them, food and medicinal materials were related to survival and life, which made him feel more and more that the place where he appeared this time seemed to be similar to It was completely different from what I knew before.

"Enough, Moya!" Mengwei frowned and reprimanded Moya in a low voice.

Moya was indifferent, and the hostility on her face didn't fade away, she was stubborn and stubborn.

This was Chen Xi's first meeting with Mengwei and Moya, and the atmosphere was awkward, not pleasant.

Another seven days later.

Chen Xi had already regained a bit of strength, and he could barely stand up, but the severe pains all over his body still existed, and the serious damage in his body didn't improve at all.

The reason is very simple, his chaotic world is gone, and his physical body also lacks vitality, and his vitality is almost exhausted, which is not enough for him to practice and recover.

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the Cangwu seedling was still in the dantian, absorbing the power of the fairy, repairing his broken meridians and bones little by little.

I believe it won't take long for him to be able to act normally, but it is very difficult to repair his cultivation base.

After all, Bing Shitian punched that puddle world, and it was already shattered. It is equivalent to obliterating his Dao foundation, and there is no way to cultivate in a short period of time.

Unless, he can reshape Daoji and condense a new chaotic world.

Unfortunately, throughout the ages, after the Dao Foundation was destroyed, almost no monk was able to reshape it again, and it was difficult to find such a precedent.

This is too difficult, because the Dao Foundation is the foundation of the monks' standing in the world, and it is the foundation laid from the first step of cultivation. Once it is destroyed, it is not only as easy as talking about it.

"Frozen Heaven!"

Feeling the condition of his body, Chen Xi gritted his teeth with hatred, and his face was as gloomy as water. All of this was bestowed by Bing Shitian, and he will definitely repay it tenfold in the future!

Since practicing, he has never hated someone so crazily. If Xiao Ding hadn't helped him at the last moment, he would have almost died on the spot.

"If you destroy my Dao foundation, you think you can take back Xiuyi! Don't even think about it, as long as I am alive, I, Chen Xi, will definitely be able to reshape myself and return to the Dao!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Xi's eyes. He was extremely tenacious, and it was absolutely impossible for him to accept his fate if he wanted to be discouraged.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Xi tried his best to calm himself down, got up and walked outside the tent.

In these days, he has already learned from Mengwei that this place is called "Jiuyou", which is a region that he is extremely unfamiliar with. Even the "Xuanhuan Jing" does not have a description of Jiuyou, as if it is a forgotten land so-so.

As for Mengwei and the others, they were the aborigines of the Nine Nether Lands, and they proclaimed themselves the Nine Nether Remains. Just from this title, Chen Xi felt an unusual feeling.

Chen Xi didn't know any more news.

Now he only observed that Mengwei and the others were trekking day and night, as if they were going to a certain place, traveling thousands of miles every day, leaving only a few hours to eat and rest.

And in this team, there are only [-] elite guards, but the majority are children and teenagers. They are on their way every day, as if fleeing from a disaster.

At this time, this team had already traveled for a day and was stationed on a barren rocky beach.

When Chen Xi walked out of the tent, he saw a group of teenagers and young children practicing martial arts.

And Mengwei is responsible for teaching these little guys the skills. He is obviously the leader of this team. He is quite prestigious, brave and strong, and is deeply loved by others.

"Watch your steps, before you learn to fly, steps are the only thing you can use!"

"Power! How many times have I said that power must be condensed as one, sent out like thunder, and received like lightning, so that you can cultivate to the state of being able to send and receive freely!"

"Yes! That's it. You have to remember that the purpose of all moves is to kill the enemy. Be quick and ruthless. There must be no hesitation, otherwise, you may be the one who dies!"

Chen Xi could tell at a glance that what Mengwei taught was very basic. Although his cultivation was no longer there, his gaze was still very vicious.

Mengwei's actual combat experience should be very rich. The basic content taught is quite solid and practical. Even Chen Xi feels that he has benefited a lot.

Since he practiced until now, he has almost always figured it out on his own. It is rare for anyone to personally teach him any tricks, especially now that his cultivation base is not there, Chen Xi often gains something from listening to Mengwei's explanations and teachings.

He even began to examine himself, he had practiced so many shocking Taoisms and mastered so many supernatural powers, but each specialized one was miscellaneous and impure, and could not exert its full power.

"Perhaps, I can also try to sort out Taoism and supernatural powers, and get rid of the tediousness. If I can integrate them and condense something that belongs to me, the power should be even stronger..."

Chen Xi was definitely a martial idiot. As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately froze there and fell into deep thought.

"That's enough, Xiao Cen, come back! You are not allowed to send food and medicinal materials to that trash in the future!"

A moment later, Chen Xi was awakened suddenly by a yelling, and when he looked up, he saw that in the distance, Xiao Cen was walking towards him with a large bowl of hot soup in his hands.

It's a pity that her thin body was stopped by Mo Ya, whose face was full of anger.

"But, this is what Grandpa Sacrifice ordered me to do. Besides, that big brother is so pitiful." Xiao Cen lowered his head and muttered weakly.

Snapped!

Moya raised her hand, smashed the medicine bowl, and said angrily: "Enough! We have wasted too much food and medicinal materials. Do you want our clansmen to go hungry? Do you want to let the injured The clansman died because there was no medical treatment?"

Being reprimanded like this, Xiao Cen pursed his mouth, tears filled his big eyes, and burst into tears.

"Moya, what are you doing!" Mengwei rushed over, frowning and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Cen is still a child, how can you find your anger on her head?"

The group of teenagers and children practicing martial arts also gathered around, looking at the crying Xiao Cen and the sullen Mo Ya, they were silent.

However, their gazes towards Chen Xi were full of hostility, and they seemed to think that it was because of the appearance of this outsider that their Aunt Moya became so angry.

Chen Xi was stunned, walked over with his feet up, squeezed through the crowd, hugged Xiao Cen who was crying, and patted her on the back lightly, and said softly, "Xiao Cen won't cry, be good."

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ps: The title of the book has been changed to "Fu Huang", uh, if you feel uncomfortable with this name, just throw a monthly ticket at me to quench the fire...