Chaotic Sword God

The flying magic weapon slowly descended, and the Jianchen and Shen Jian suspended in the air of 100 meters high. Immediately, two guards dressed in black jumped from the flying magic weapon. One of them looked at the sword dust. And the space ring on Shen Jian’s finger swept his eyes, and the greedy color flashed away in his eyes, whispering in a low voice: “You are really lucky, you can meet our lady.” Said, this black The clothing guards grasped the sword of Shen Jian with one hand and lifted Shen Jian from the ground. The movement was very rude.

Another black guard went directly to the space ring on the finger of Jian Chen, but when his finger just touched the space ring of Jian Chen, the black guard who carried Shen Jian pressed his hand. On the shoulder, facelessly said: "You don't know the **** of the lady, you will make the lady angry."

Hearing the black guard who tried to take away the space ring of Jian Chen, he reluctantly took back his palm and screwed the dust of the sword dust directly to the sword dust, and then with another black dress. The guards flew together to fly the magic weapon.

"How are their injuries, how serious they are, and whether they will leave any hidden dangers."

Jian Chen and Shen Jiangang were brought to the magic of the flight, and there was a voice of concern with ink on the side.

"Miss Hui, these two people are not hurt, but there is still breath on their bodies, because they can't die," said a black guard.

The face of the rain was calm, and the eyes stared at Jian Chen and Shen Jian for a moment. This seemingly dull gaze, but it has a strong penetrating power, and will be the body of Jian Chen and Shen Jian. The injury was clearly seen, and the brow was wrinkled. "They suffered more injuries than I thought. Even if you use a good healing medicine, it will take a long time to recover. You The two will bring them to the cabin first."

"Yes." Two black guards said, and then they took the sword dust and Shen Jian disappeared.

Jian Chen and Shen Jian were lying unconscious in the cabin of the Flying Magic. No one paid attention to them. No one cares about them. It seems that the existence of both of them is the dozens of people on this flying magic weapon. It was as transparent as except for Mo Yan who looked at the two of them with a curious mood and gave them some healing pills. Then no second person appeared here.

After a day of flight, the Flying Magic finally stopped outside a huge mansion. The building in front of it was magnificent and atmospheric. Above the gate, the dragon and the phoenix danced with the word "Ink", in the ink house of Mofu. There are a lot of guards on the outside and outside, and the strength of these guards is also in the realm of the Holy See.

The role of the source as a escort, this ink house is clearly a good family.

"Ha ha ha, my family is finally coming back, this time going out and learning, how to harvest." With a voice full of anger, I saw a British man wearing a blue long-distance running, coming straight, directly Came to the top of the flying magic weapon, a pair of eyes full of loving looking at the ink and the rain.

"See the owner."

"I have seen the righteous father."

The black guards on the flying magic weapon and the rains greeted the man.

"Hey, Yan Er miss you." Mo Yan went directly to the middle-aged man's arms and hugged the middle-aged man tightly.

The middle-aged man laughed, full of love, and smacked the ink in one hand, looking at the rain, and softly said: "Rain, Yan, how these years have been outside."

When the ink-faced ears were vertical, they turned their heads immediately, and looked at the pitiful eyes with pity, with a few pleadings in their eyes.

Looking at the ink color this time, I feel a little headache, press the temple, and smack the ink, and then say: "Yuyin, Mo Yan went out and practiced, although the results are still not ideal, but There is still no small progress, but the ink is too kind, and this time from the outside, she also saved two unidentified people by the way."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan immediately looked up at the middle-aged man and said pitifully: "Hey, those two people are so pitiful, the whole body is lying on the ground, if Yan Er does not save them, then they will sooner or later. If you want to be eaten by those beasts, you can say how you can see you die."

The middle-aged man touched the head of Mo Yan, and smiled and said: "Since it is saved by Yan, let them be placed in the government, but you must remember that you can save. Yes, understand."

"Know it, I know the best." Mo Yan immediately showed a happy smile.

In this way, Jian Chen and Shen Jian were brought into the ink house. The two were arranged together in an inferior room. Such rooms are usually used to live in the people of Mofu.

Shortly after the sword dust was brought into the room, his closed eyes slowly opened, and his eyes were weak and exhausted.

As early as half a day ago, he regained consciousness, but he is too weak now. The power of the gods is almost exhausted and needs to be restored as soon as possible. Therefore, he chooses to continue to be in a coma and take the opportunity to restore his power of the gods. And the conversation between the previous ink and the owner of the ink house, he also heard the word.

"Ink." Jian Chen looked around for four weeks, whispered, checked the injury on his body, and then immediately healed the healing and restored the bones that had been turned into powder in his body.

Previously, Jian Chen was in a coma, and the resilience of the chaotic body could not be maximized. Therefore, his current injury is still very heavy, but now, with the Jian Chen initiative to heal the healing, the super-recovery ability of the chaotic body suddenly It was revealed that it was revealed that the internal organs and the whole body bones that had been turned into powder in his body were slowly growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is only here that in the ink house, Jian Chen does not want to expose his identity as a bright teacher. Therefore, he did not use the light of the Holy Spirit in this healing.

One day later, the broken bone in Jian Chen’s body has completely recovered. As a result, he once again resumed his ability to move. Fortunately, he sat up directly from the stone bed and continued to heal, and his power of the gods slowly recovered. The recovery speed of the flesh, the recovery of the power of this **** is slow as a snail.

Shen Jian, who is lying next to Jian Chen, has not yet woken up, both of whom share the same stone bed.

The Jian Chen and Shen Jian who stayed in the ink house are like a drop of water in the ocean. They will not attract anyone's attention. No one will look at them either. It seems that no one in the ink house remembers them.

For this phenomenon, Jian Chen is also incapable of seeking, because no one is bothered, he can recover his strength in the shortest time, as long as the strength is restored, even if he encounters a crisis in this ink house, he can calmly deal with it. .

"I used the purple and blue swords in the process of losing my mind. The Lu family ancestors must kill. Although he can't know the purple and blue swords, it is always a hidden danger." When healed, Jian Chen also Secretly recalling the scene of fighting with the Lu family ancestors, the heart has already listed the Lu family ancestors as the target of murder.

"Lu Fei has stolen Lujia's family heirloom. What is the treasure of the Lujia family? But the most urgent task is to heal the wounds. After I recover from the injury, I will slowly check Lu Fei's space ring." The dust is secretly screaming.

Just then, a footstep came from the outside, and then the door was pushed open, only to see the ink face wearing a gorgeous white dress standing outside, a pair of eyes full of agility with a curious stare inside.

"Yeah, you woke up." Mo Yan looked at the sword dust sitting on the stone bed with his face in amazement. The sword dust did not clean the blood from his body. At this moment, the blood on his body was dry and looked like a **** person, but Mo Yan does not feel terrible.

Jian Chen slowly opened his eyes and went down the stone bed. He held a fist at the ink standing at the gate, saying: "In the lower sword dust, thank you Miss for saving."

Mo Yan stared at Jian Chen with a look of surprise, and said with a stuttering sword dust: "You, you can actually stand up, and the sister of the rain said that you are very hurt, the whole body has disappeared, even if it is good." The healing herbs are not so easy to recover, but this is only a day in the past."

"More ladies are concerned, perhaps because the quality of the healing medicine is not low, so this can recover the injury in such a short period of time." Jian Chen smiled, his injury was casually personal. The examination was clear and clear, and the relatives could not hold back, so he did not hide it and pushed it directly to the healing holy medicine.