The next day, in the woods, under a big tree, the branches covered there suddenly began to shake slightly, and then they were all snow-white. The little white tiger with wings on its back crawled out of the tree hole covered by the branches. A pair of bright and pure eyes looked around curiously, and the sound of "whimpering" was constantly making sounds from its mouth.

The little white tiger's little tiger's head looked around and cried there for a long time. Finally, its nose sniffed around and then left here. The direction it left was exactly where Jian Chen was heading.

The little white tiger is still very young, and its short limbs cannot even support its body to run on the ground. It can only roll and crawl step by step, and move forward at a very slow speed.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but my consciousness finally woke up from the chaotic state. Jian Chen opened his eyes with some difficulty. First, what came into his eyes was a wooden roof. Although it was a bit old, it was cleaned up.

Suddenly, a split headache suddenly hit Jian Chen's brain, causing Jian Chen to make a painful sound. His head hurt very much, making his face pale in an instant without any blood. The muscles on his face were constantly drawing. Then a heavy dizziness came, and Jian Chen tilted his head and fainted.

Shortly after Jian Chen was in a coma, a creaking sound came, and the wooden door of the wooden house was opened. A fat man, about twenty years old and had a tiger-headed head, walked in from outside. He went straight to Jian Chen, looked at Jian Chen, who was in a coma with his eyes closed, reached out and circled his head, and murmured: "Strange, I clearly heard a sound just now, why haven't he woken up yet, he has been in a coma for three days." Then, the fat man left the wooden house.

...

The little white tiger rolled and crawled in the same direction for three consecutive days without sleeping. When it encountered a steep place, it even fell several times. However, it was not hurt at all with its fine skin and tender flesh. Its snow-white hair had turned gray and covered with soil.

After three days of hard work, it finally arrived at the place where Jian Chen fought with the eight Sky Saints.

The little white tiger sniffed the front with its nose, then made a rapid "whip-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

The little white tiger kept making sad screams from its mouth. The little tiger's head looked around, and finally sniffed the dry blood on the ground with its nose, then put the internal organs on the ground into its mouth and started to eat it.

Although the internal organs have dried up, they contain powerful energy. After eating the internal organs, the limbs of the little white tiger seemed to be stronger, and it gradually supported its body and stood straight. Finally, several sharp tiger teeth began to grow from its mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

While swallowing the internal organs scattered on the ground, the little white tiger made a whimpering sound like sadness. Soon, the internal organs scattered on the ground were swallowed up by the little white tiger.

At this time, although the little white tiger's body did not change much, its movements became more agile than before. Its limbs were strong and powerful, and when it walked, it was no longer as difficult as before.

The little white tiger opened its mouth and bit down a piece of soil on the ground and put it in its mouth. After a moment, it spit out the soil from its mouth. The soil it spit out has returned to its original color, and the dry blood mixed in the soil has disappeared.

For five hours, the little white tiger was constantly biting the soil on the ground and sucking the blood in the soil. Not only did the blood of sword dust, but also the blood of the Saint Master of the Sky, containing great energy. This is a very good tonic for the current little white tiger.

As the blood was sucked, the little white tiger became stronger and the teeth that had just grown in his mouth became sharper.

After sucking all the blood contained in the soil, the little white tiger walked around the field with some stance, and his nose kept sniffing, and finally ran steadily in one direction, and the pair of wings on its back also stretched out, and quickly inciting up and down as its running pace.

...

Scenes appear in Jian Chen's mind, sometimes he sees a chaotic space, sometimes he sees a strange gas. Sometimes he sees an old man with white hair and a child-faced hair. Sometimes he sees a large red cloud floating in the air, constantly descending thousands of lightning that can tear the space apart. Sometimes he sees two magic swords, one purple and one green, flying happily in the air like a couple, making a series of sounds of swords. Sometimes he sees an old man with a child-faced hair and a child-faced hair and a child-faced swords flying in the air, constantly slashing the heads of demons. Sometimes he sees two magic swords, one purple and one green, fighting in the endless void with the power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, destroying the space.

Finally, Jian Chen saw two magic swords, one purple and one green, shattered into pieces in the sky, flying out of it

Two faint purple-green lights entered the underground of a mountain range and disappeared...

I don’t know how long it took, but the sleeping consciousness finally slowly woke up. Jian Chen slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, a headache hit Jian Chen’s brain again. However, this time it was much more minor than before, so Jian Chen endured it for a while, and the pain gradually disappeared.

Jian Chen looked around with a blank look and found that he was lying in a small wooden house made of wood. He was sleeping with a hard wooden bed, and there were many footprints on the ground. The wooden house was not big, and it was about two meters long and wide, and the furniture inside was also very simple.

"Where is this?" Jian Chen looked around with a blank look, his face full of confusion. Just as he wanted to get up from the bed, a heart-wrenching pain came from his body, ruthlessly destroying Jian Chen's expression.

The severe pain made Jian Chen groan uncontrollably, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat instantly. A face that had originally had a few rosy traces became pale because of the torture of this pain.

Jian Chen clenched his silver teeth and raised his head to watch the situation on his body. At this moment, he was stunned. A huge hole with a diameter of 30 cm appeared on his chest, almost dividing his chest in half. His whole body became terrible, with dry blood scars everywhere and terrifying wounds, which looked creepy.

Looking at his physical condition, the tide of memories vented from Jian Chen's mind, and the scene of fighting fiercely with the eight Sky Masters suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Am I dead?" Jian Chen's expression appeared briefly dull, but then he woke up and his eyes immediately showed an expression of ecstasy.

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead!" Jian Chen's expression could not hide the excitement, and his whole body trembled slightly, but it immediately involved the wound on his body. Jian Chen's pain made him feel grinning and his teeth were so painful.

After a while, the severe pain slowly subsided. Jian Chen felt weak all over his body, lying on the bed, gasping for breath. When he calmed down, he immediately concentrated his mind and sensed the situation in his body.

The situation in his body appeared in Jian Chen's mind like an extremely clear picture. Jian Chen's perception ability was actually several dozen times higher than before. However, he didn't have time to be happy about it, and he didn't even notice his own changes at all. He was immediately shocked by the bad situation in his body.

The injuries in his body were very serious, and it was a mess. All the internal organs and various organs disappeared, and even the heart was broken and the powder was broken. He shouldn't have survived such a serious injury, but Jian Chen was not dead.

This is not the most serious thing. What really makes Jian Chen unacceptable is that the Holy Soldier Qingfeng Sword, which he had worked hard for more than ten years, disappeared from his dantian, and even the purple green sword spirit entrenched in the dantian was gone.

His holy soldiers were broken, not even left at all, and the source of his strength had been lost in his dantian. His hard work over ten years of hard work and achievements were lost.

Jian Chen was completely stunned. Losing the holy soldiers was like a person who lost all his martial arts skills. He changed from a master who decided by talent to an ordinary person who knew nothing about martial arts. This incident caused a significant blow to Jian Chen.

"Has I become a useless person?" Jian Chen looked at the roof with a hollow look and felt a little lost, but his heart was full of unwillingness because he had too many things to do, and he had to have strong strength to do these things.

“Cruff!”

At this time, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a very simple dress walked in from outside the door. He was about forty years old and had a strong face. Although he was wearing a coarse cloth coat embroidered with patches, he still could not hide the extraordinary temperament of the middle-aged man.

"You're awake." The middle-aged man looked at Jian Chen with calm eyes and said.

Jian Chen came back to his senses, looked at the middle-aged man with a little unconscious look, and said softly: "Thank you for saving me."

The middle-aged man walked up to Jian Chen and looked at the injuries on his body, and smiled faintly, "Your life is really great. Your soul has not yet dissipated after being so severely injured. If it were someone else, even if the other party was a Sky Master, it would be absolutely impossible to survive."

The middle-aged man paused and said, "Your injuries are very bad, and all your internal organs are destroyed. Unless a high-level Master of Light treats you, it will be difficult for you to recover from the injuries you have."

Jian Chen remained silent. Now he was in a very depressed mood. The holy soldiers were broken and all the martial arts were completely destroyed. He had a great impact on him.
Chapter completed!