() The splendid aurora dances and shuttles rapidly through the void. It is both beautiful and shocking.
A middle-aged man with loose black hair and deep eyes sits cross-legged, looking mysterious and powerful.
The self transformed from Zhou Zhu's mind appeared in such a time and space.
"You're here." Qing Yanghen said softly.
Without waiting for Zhou Zhu to reply, Qingyang Hen said: "You are in very poor health now. You have suffered severe trauma. All your internal organs are injured, and all your meridians are blocked. It is extremely bad."
Qingyang Hen continued: "However, it is not a bad thing. Although your meridians are blocked, your body contains huge power. This is because all the energy you have absorbed in the past few months has been deposited in your meridians.
Among them, it has not been fully absorbed by you, and now it has suffered such a heavy blow, which makes this power unable to be absorbed and used by you."
call out……
Qingyang Hen threw out a bottle of elixir.
"As the saying goes, breaking and then standing up again, when the body encounters such damage, it is also an opportunity. As long as you escape, you will leap into a new realm."
Qingyang Hen said: "This time, it will not only help your cultivation realm, but also make your body more perfect."
"The bottle of elixir you have now is used to treat your internal organs. As for unblocking the meridians, you have to rely on yourself. Go."
Zhou Zhu looked at the elixir in his hand. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and then withdrew from the monument.
Looking at the elixir in his hand, he smiled bitterly: "You still have to rely on yourself!"
As he spoke, he held his hands tightly with firm eyes.
Now, the situation in the outside world is not optimistic. He must seize all time to heal his injuries, and then go out to rescue Uncle Wu and others, and look for the prodigal son and others.
If he missed it, he would never forgive himself in his lifetime.
Although he knew that he might not be able to help, this was a belief.
Opening the elixir bottle, a fragrant fragrance hit his nostrils. Zhou Zhu picked up a pill and swallowed it.
A warm current flowed through his internal organs, which was extremely comfortable, but the next moment, as if the medicine had taken effect, his internal organs became hot, as if salt was sprinkled on the wound,
His face became a little ferocious.
Fortunately, this process did not last long. After the pain passed, the warm and comfortable warmth enveloped his internal organs again, and he groaned in comfort.
After a long time, this process passed. Overall, this elixir was very mild and very comfortable.
Zhou Zhu checked his body and found that there was a vague force surrounding his internal organs, which were warming and nourishing him. Not only that, he was able to operate the "Qi Nourishing Technique" more smoothly than before.
"This elixir is really extraordinary. After treatment, not only does it have no side effects, but the medicinal properties remain, warming and nourishing the internal organs. I just don't know what grade this elixir is."
After Zhou Zhu ran the "Qi Nourishing Technique" laboriously for a week, he found that one day had passed.
I moved my limbs and my condition improved, at least I was able to carry out simple activities.
…
On the fifth day, the city of Yan was completely controlled and occupied. The troops were stationed. The three kings stood on the city wall with expressionless expressions. The breeze smelled of blood.
The three kings turned around at the same time and disappeared at the top of the city.
After Yancheng was completely controlled, Shapojun also carried out military baptism, that is, arresting and killing.
In the city of Yan, anyone who refuses to obey will die!
Outside the city of Lin, those soldiers and officers who were fleeing in all directions were captured. Those who surrendered were reduced to war slaves; those who did not surrender, died!
For the next three consecutive days, Yancheng was so depressed that it almost drove people crazy. It could be said that there was a lot of panic and fear at every step, and the people did not dare to express their anger.
Those who were brave, full of blood, and patriotic, yelled and insulted loudly, but were ruthlessly killed. Their heads fell to the ground, and their blood stained the dust.
Those who lived an ignoble existence, in order to gain life, betrayed their country, betrayed their friends, sold their souls, and became slaves of the people of their country.
All kinds of life styles are vivid and vivid.
This continued for half a month, and the situation in Yancheng finally improved. At least it was no longer so depressing, and various civil activities were quietly on track. It seemed that they had forgotten the shame of the fall and the pain of bereavement.
Slowly becoming numb.
In the past half month, while the city of Yan was being renovated, the guards of the three kings led their troops to Suicheng and Fancheng, and were engaged in siege battles. However, the situation in Fancheng and Suicheng was not optimistic.
The main reason for this is that Fancheng of Suicheng, like Yancheng, is located in the south, close to the miasma forest, and has a natural barrier. Therefore, the troops stationed here are not very powerful in combat.
This resulted in such a situation.
…
Bang, boom, puff...
The sounds of various collisions and explosions are endless, and the water on the creek is sometimes calm and sometimes violent; when it is calm, it is like a virgin, and when it is violent, it is like a dragon crossing the sea, with astonishing power.
Zhou Zhu stood by the stream. Balls of white light appeared in his hands, and then they kept blasting into the stream. Every time the ball of white light was fired out, there would be water splashing and waves exploding.
It looks scary, but actually it doesn't have much power.
After a few days, Zhou Zhu's body finally improved a lot. The wounds on his body had almost recovered, and most of the damage to his internal organs had also been cured by the elixir.
However, his cultivation progressed slowly, especially the meridians in his body, which were in a complete mess. After so many days, there was almost no improvement.
He looked at the stream in front of him and thought about the movement he had made. He was very annoyed: "The meridians in my body are blocked. I can only use a small part of my strength. I am still too weak, ah!"
Zhou Zhu roared and attacked crazily. After a while, his spiritual energy was exhausted and he gasped.
In fact, he should be satisfied. If it were other warriors whose meridians were blocked, they would not be able to exert their fighting power at all, let alone make such a noise. But now he is still here sighing and extremely annoyed. If this is done by those geniuses
If you see it, you will definitely vomit blood in anger.
"It's been about ten days, and the meridians in my body are like a ball of paste, with no sign of clearing up. If this continues, I will be useless."
Zhou Zhu was unwilling to give in, very unwilling: "The situation is critical now, but I can only hide here and be a coward, unable to do anything for my country. I am such a waste!"
Then Zhou Zhu thought again: "I am now in the human realm with a combat power index. Even if I restore my previous cultivation level, it will only be in the earth realm. It will have no effect on the battlefield and cannot change anything at all. Ah! I
What should I do, what should I do?”
He really wanted to help his country and shed his blood for the country, but he was so weak and useless. Even if he was used as cannon fodder, he could only be the most useless cannon fodder.
Zhou Zhu was a little helpless, even a little desperate, because he remembered that the enemy army was all warriors of the fifth level or above, and these were just ordinary warriors.
Moreover, the cultivation level of those officers and generals is similar to that of their mayor, or even stronger than that of their mayor.
Thinking of this, Zhou Zhu suddenly felt powerless.
"What can I do now? I can't do anything, I can't help." Zhou Zhu said in frustration: "Uncle Wu, Xiaoyan... are you okay? Prodigal, Xiaoxue... have you escaped?"
Zhou Zhu didn't dare to continue thinking because he was afraid that the things he cared about would be broken.
In the Ming Suppressing Monument, Qingyang Hen saw Zhou Zhu's state and shook his head helplessly: "Boy, everything has to depend on yourself. If you want to practice the "Ming Suppressing Art", you must first enter the destiny. Only by entering the destiny
Only after that can you practice. So now you must learn to enter your destiny and know how to enter your destiny. Come on..."
Qingyang Hen sighed: "Maybe this is your own destiny."
At this time, Zhou Zhu was lying on the ground. He was exhausted. This was not only physical exhaustion, but more importantly, mental exhaustion. He was extremely sleepy.
Gradually, sleep swept over him.
boom……
As if something had dug up a dike, the moment Zhou Zhu fell asleep, a roar and a series of fighting sounds reached his ears.