Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 1293 Beginning to Transform (8)
Elder Qingxuan stepped forward quickly, his fingers condensed the power of the god crystal, "papapapa" passed several times, sealing Ye Yang's blood, but he saw that the blood on the ground had already condensed, if Ye Yang was not close to God The tyrannical vitality is probably already dead.

"Take him back to the Hidden Dragon Palace!"

Elder Qingxuan's face was pale, and he said: "I sensed that Meng Xiong's aura has disappeared, and Ziyu killed our enemy, almost costing his own life!"

Fei Lian said: "Elder, how are you going to save the young master?"

"Soak his body with the holy water in Longtan!"

"Longtan?"

"Yeah." Qing Xuan nodded.

Flying sickle took a deep breath: "The water of Longtan condenses the essence of heaven and earth, maybe it can regenerate the young master's blood, but, the water of Longtan is powerful, can the young master's body bear it?"

"Only try!"

"Yes, elder!"

……

Hidden Dragon Palace, late at night.

After a group of dragon fighters buried their fellow disciples, they held up torches and built the dilapidated hall overnight.

In the rear, in the Temple of Heroes, a cyan dragon statue floats vividly in the hall, and below is a clear spring, which condenses together to form a deep pool filled with immortal energy.

Ye Yang's body lay horizontally in the Longtan, the pool water glowed with fluorescence, floating around Ye Yang's body, slowly repairing his damaged tissues and filling his blood vessels.

However, Ye Yang never wanted to come.

In the early morning of the next day, Fei Lian frowned tightly: "Elder, why did the young master keep waking up? He wouldn't just go away like this..."

With trembling fingers, Qingxuan gently brushed Ye Yang's forehead, closed his cloudy eyes, and burst into tears: "Ziyu's life signs are slowly disappearing, God damn Meng Xiong!"

……

Qingyou door.

In the secluded pavilion, a young girl woke up suddenly, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and cried in a low voice with tears streaming down her face in a daze: "Ziyu, Ziyu..."

Chapter 320
In the Qingyun Mountains in the early morning, the mist condenses into a white curtain in the jungle, hanging in the middle of the giant tree, and the dew slowly drips and splashes on the leaves, making a soft sound, and the huge leaves of the broad-leaved plants sway in the breeze, The dewdrops that are full of water fall like tears.

In the emerald green grass, a gray rabbit suddenly jumped out, bit a young leaf with its mouth open, and began to chew it wantonly, looking around with small eyes, paying attention to everything around it at any time.

Suddenly, the rabbit became alert, jumped up violently, and disappeared into the grass in a blink of an eye.

"Clap clap clap..."

The hooves of the war horses approached from far to near, and slowly reached the edge of the Qingyun Mountains. It was a group of heavy cavalry wearing armor made of cold iron. The cavalry were covered in fire, exhaling scorching breath, and flew past. The jungle has gone away in an instant, the sound of horseshoes, and the spring mud trampled by horseshoes on the jungle path.

……

(End of this chapter)