they hurt!


    The severe pain made Yang Xuan feel as if he had been stabbed into his body by thousands of sharp knives.


    The next moment, he opened his eyes.


    What catches the eye is the white roof, which is specially made in the instrument hall and can always emit a long-lasting and soft light source.


    The decoration on the wall is very special, like a mountain peak, but it exudes a comfortable holy atmosphere.


    "Are you awake?" a voice came from the side.


    Yang Xuan turned his head laboriously. A man in black who couldn''t see his face stood next to the bed.


    "Who are you?" Yang Xuan made a faint voice.


    "You can call me the holy servant, the servant of the Holy One." the man in black had a low voice.


    Yang Xuan gently breathed out a breath, turned his head back and stared at the light source on the ceiling.


    After a long time, he asked softly, "did you save me?"


    The holy servant shook his head. Seeing that Yang Xuan didn''t look at this side, he opened his mouth and said, "not really. You saved yourself."


    After a pause, he continued, "when I got there, you and Zhang Cheng''an had only one breath left. I just healed you and brought you back to the holy mountain."


    Yang Xuan gently Oh, it seems that he remembered something and asked, "23 and 24...?"


    "Dead!" the holy servant said faintly, "they are all dead and returned to the arms of the holy God."


    Yang Xuan''s eyes were calm and didn''t make any waves. He just sipped at the corners of his mouth.


    "Where''s Zhang Chengan? Is he dead?" he asked.


    "Not dead, but there were people in the ice palace. At that time, we were all in a hurry to save people, so there was no conflict." the holy servant said, "but his four men are dead. You killed them."


    Yang Xuan was noncommittal. It would be strange if the four could still live under the shadow of 50 times the unity of the five elements.


    "You go out, I want to sleep." he closed his eyes and whispered.


    The holy servant didn''t go out. He looked at Yang Xuan lying in bed and asked, "what''s your plan?"


    Yang Xuan felt the broken bones of his whole body and the empty Dantian where Yuanying disappeared. He wanted to laugh.


    However, he didn''t laugh. The strong pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.


    The injury doesn''t matter. He can recover, but the retrogression of the realm makes his heart cold.


    Yuan Ying disappeared. At this time, his realm has regressed to the early stage of Yuan Ying.


    He can''t afford to borrow swordsmanship at the moment.


    "Go step by step!" he closed his eyes and said faintly.


    The holy servant paused and said, "the Holy One said, there is a place that may be of great help to you."


    "Where?" Yang Xuan opened his eyes and asked.


    "Soul hall, sea of souls!" the holy servant said in a deep voice.


    Call~


    Yang Xuan gently exhaled and closed his eyes again.


    "I don''t want to be one of those thousands of souls!" Yang Xuan said faintly.


    "How do you know if you don''t try?" the holy servant seemed to mean something.


    Yang Xuan didn''t speak. He seemed to close his eyes and refresh himself. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "wait until I can move."


    "By the way, where''s my monkey?"


    "Don''t mention the monkey." the holy servant seemed very upset. "He''s almost finished drinking the wine of the holy mountain."


    Yang Xuan wanted to laugh, but he didn''t laugh at all.


    "And then?" he asked.


    "The holy man sent it to a place to exercise. This natural alien is very rare. If you succeed in exercise, it will be a great help to you in the future." the holy servant said.


    "Where?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "You''ll know later." the holy servant didn''t answer directly.


    Yang Xuan didn''t ask again. Presumably the saint wouldn''t deceive him because of a monkey.


    Seeing that Yang Xuan didn''t want to talk, the holy servant took out a thin book from his arms and put it at the head of Yang Xuan''s bed.


    "What is this?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "The complete book of Zhicheng skill." the holy servant explained, "if you can cultivate one, two or three of Zhicheng skill, such a thing will not happen in the future, and you can avoid the crisis in advance."


    "Some crises are not transferred by people''s will." a cold flash flashed in Yang Xuan''s eyes.


    "What?" the holy servant didn''t seem to hear clearly.


    "Nothing." Yang Xuan closed his eyes again and didn''t speak again.


    A month passed in a flash.


    Under the action of wooden aura, his injury has completely recovered.


    However, cultivation stopped at the initial stage of Yuanying, and there is no way to condense Yuanying.


    "Oh, see the blood corpse, your highness!" a voice came in from outside the door, and then the blood corpse ancestor in dark red came in.


    He said see you in his mouth, but he didn''t mean to see you at all. He just joked and was a little angry.


    It was his shame to let Yang Xuan escape from his hands.


    "Come and see off!" Yang Xuan shouted impolitely.


    No one came in.


    At the moment, there seems to be no one at the grand Qingtian Shengzi residence.


    "Don''t your highness know that this room has been completely shielded by me?" the blood corpse ancestor sneered and sat on the next chair.


    Yang Xuan looked at him, especially the cold eyes of the blood corpse ancestor. A moment later, he suddenly smiled.


    "Do you want to kill me?" Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and poured himself a cup of tea. After taking a sip, he said faintly.


    "Yes!" the blood corpse ancestor was as Frank as last time, without any hiding.


    "Oh? Then why don''t you do it?"


    "Ha!" the blood corpse ancestor smiled: "you think highly of yourself. Killing you here is bound to catch up with me. You''re not worth that price."


    "Then what are you doing here? Are you lost?" Yang Xuan said faintly without even looking at the blood corpse.


    "Hum! What''s the use of trying to show off your tongue?" the blood corpse ancestor snorted coldly and then said, "I just want to tell you that the first saint has returned. If you know the truth, please resign from the saint and hand over the killing authority. I''ll stay here quietly in the future. I can''t let you go. Otherwise, hum."


    "Is that what you mean, or the first son?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "I mean!" the blood corpse ancestor sneered.


    "Then let him tell me by himself." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    "You deserve it too?" the blood corpse ancestor sneered, "I think your breath is weak. It''s much worse than last time. It seems that the war with Zhang Cheng''an has set back your realm. If you don''t surrender early, when will you wait?"


    "Are you finished? If you''re finished, you can go." Yang Xuan didn''t even bother to say goodbye this time.


    "Oh, I hope you can be so tough after you leave here." the old blood corpse smiled and turned to leave.


    After the blood corpse ancestor left, Yang Xuan sat in a chair and didn''t move for a long time.


    At the moment, his heart was never as calm as he seemed.


    Is it true that he can only stay here quietly and be a son of peace?


    ha-ha!


    Yang Xuan smiled.


    Just smile, but a little cold.


    With a long breath, Yang Xuan stood up.


    His eyes fell through the window on the western corner of the holy land.


    There was a place called the soul hall.


    Since he felt that absorbing a large number of souls would bring unpredictable results, he has been resisting the reabsorption of soul power.


    But at the moment, he doesn''t want to think so much.


    He did not hesitate to be more powerful.