In the northern swamp, Su Xian staggered for tens of thousands of meters, his face was bloodless and his lips were pale. He arrived at the place he had agreed with Meng Miao before. This place was close to another Zerg's nest. The black-covered peony was afraid to approach and cross the border, which was a safe area.

In an instant, the sizzling demon light disappeared, and Su Xian's purple thunder-like eyes returned to dark black. The demon state was relieved. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching pain from the inside out came like a tide, spreading all over his body. With a muffled groan, he fell on the branches in pain, sweating like rain, and curled up into a shrimp-shaped shape, as if he was frozen, shaking like a sieve.

In the state of a demon, the essence and energy kept surging from a distance, destroying his body, shattering his body. At this moment, Su Xian's meridians were disordered, his meridians were filled and about to break, and his internal organs were severely damaged. The qi and blood were exhausted, and the heart-wrenching pain penetrated the whole body. His eyes were pitch black, and his soul felt dizzy and out of his body, and he trembled in embarrassment.

Lying on his side, his arms were wrapped around his chest, his legs were curled up, his clothes were soaked by his large cold sweat. Su Xian closed his eyes and frowned, unable to say a word, and he was exhausted.

Overload, that's the price.

In the air, the dream beast looked at the poor boy on the thick tree trunk, and suddenly felt a sense of worry and sympathy in his heart.

Su Ruxue's emotions were even more complicated. As the sky became darker, Mengmiao still had not returned, life and death were unclear. The soft moonlight could not pass through the deep forests. On the cold snake-shaped trunks, the boy seemed to have been abandoned by the world. He endured the world's coolness with difficulty. His body was like the tragic situation after a fire was burned, and his wounds were messy, losing a lot of qi, blood and essence. King Wu was too weak in this state. A hint of coldness floated in the forest, which could freeze Su Xian to his bones.

In the sea of ​​spirit, Su Ruxue sensed Su Xian's loneliness and helplessness. Her heart was so sore. How many days and nights have she lost everything like this, curled up in a daze, embrace herself, and silently fighting against the cold and ruthless world.

Su Ruxue's divine thoughts fluctuations can't be hidden from Qingyu. As Su Xian's master, it's fake to say that he doesn't feel sorry for his disciple when he sees such a miserable situation, but Qingyu will always hold on to the attitude he should have. Instead, he comforts Su Ruxue with words and says, "Girl, don't be too sad. Boy Su has walked too smoothly before and rarely suffered. This is the path he chose. Although he was too hasty and was really reckless and extreme, he had already predicted the consequences and could bear all this alone. You see, he is pitiful now, as long as he survives, he will become stronger. He doesn't need anyone's sympathy. This is the path he is going to take."

"Cultivation is not smooth sailing. The hardships you have suffered will never be in vain. After all, you will be rewarded in the future." Ji Fushi empathized with it. He spent all his efforts on cultivation and bottlenecks, and had been busy for nearly a thousand years. There were too many hardships and setbacks in his life, and some of the pain was far more terrifying and tormenting than Su Xian's current moment.

As a veteran, Ji Fushi should be qualified to comment.

Usually, everyone only sees Su Xian's calm, crazy, calm, domineering, frivolous or deliberately making jokes. He seems to be so powerful that he can solve anything, with amazing luck and outstanding talent, which has attracted countless people to favor him, and is almost invincible.

But now, Yipeng's eyes saw the small, humble, lonely and pitiful hidden behind the iron walls of the bronze walls, and this was the real and complete understanding of him.

As the night gets deeper, a trace of clear light casts light, but it is difficult to change the silence of the northern swamp.

Now, Su Xian's whole body was soaked with blood stains, his body collapsed, and a series of ferocious wounds appeared. The stamina of the Three Refinings of the Heavenly Demons continued to surge, and his whole body was surrounded by the pain of insects. Su Xian had been struggling for several hours. The string was tense and refused to relax. He knew clearly that he could not sleep at this time. His body was still suffering severe damage, like rivers falling, and too much energy had been burned. If he fainted, he probably wouldn't wake up next time, the martial arts path he risked his life to go might break. Since he had exhausted his potential and had not worked hard to repair it, it would be such a tragic ending.

Suddenly, a figure as tall as an iron tower came from the darkness.

Meng Miao's condition was not much better. Blood was constantly coming out of his chest and back. White bones could be seen faintly. His shoulders were slightly distorted. His left arm was hanging weakly. Meng Miao was an iron man and was tired. He was a little listless. Of course, there was also a hint of excitement of escaping. This excitement seemed to be poisoned, which kept him in an excited state. He was warm. He knew that he was very tired, but he just couldn't rest.

Although Meng Miao was seriously injured, his condition was tens of thousands of times better than Su Xian at this moment.

When he arrived at the agreed location, he saw that there was no one around him. Meng Miao thought that Su Xian had something wrong, but the strange noise on the branches instantly alarmed Su Xian. When his afterimage jumped up, he saw that Su Xian had become a bloody man with no image at all. The huge contrast between the front and back really made Meng Miao stunned for a moment. But as a martial artist, he immediately realized what Su Xian was experiencing. Excessive overdrawing laid a great hidden danger in Su Xian's body. At this time, Su Xian was suffering from the pain of flesh and blood, while nourishing his injuries with the only remaining and controllable essence in his body.

Seeing this, Meng Miao didn't even care about dealing with his injuries first, so he quickly took off the high-level storage bag on his waist and took out various bottles and jars from it. All kinds of fourth-level elixirs were complete. I think Meng Miao, a martial artist, has room for consideration and stinginess in martial arts, but even Meng Miao would not be stingy in life-saving elixirs.

The fourth-level healing pill, the fourth-level blood-replenishing pill, the fourth-level Qi-nourishing pill, and the elixirs brought by Meng Miao are not perfect, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are of inferior quality. Meng Miao has always felt that Su Xian's background must be despised by these garbage pills. They are rich and wealthy, and only those with low status and low status will often eat crumbs and regard these ordinary and inferior pills as treasures.

"Young master, I know that this pill is of low quality and contains many impurities and dregs. It is a shame for you. I went out too quickly and didn't have time to prepare good quality. I was not qualified to buy those high-quality pills before. But after all, this is used to save your life, so you can make do with it first." In this severe situation, Meng Miao didn't even bother to call the name of the five words. He looked quite nervous and poured out a few pills, holding Su Xian's still trembling body, and putting them into Su Xian's mouth one by one.

The elixirs enter the body and take effect very quickly.

A stream of external blood surged, adding a hint of rosy to Su Xian's pale face. There was also a cool feeling that tried to repair the injuries in Su Xian's body. Although these pills were a drop in the bucket to Su Xian's current situation, they also provided a little help, helping Su Xian save some trouble and allowing him to overcome the difficulties.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Miao carefully flattened Su Xian's body, his movements were slow, and he kept muttering words such as "Don't blame", "Relax your life" or "offend" and then slowly took off Su Xian's blue shirt
Chapter completed!