The bloody storm has passed for the time being. Although it left a mess and everyone was seriously injured, I don't know whether this storm was a blessing or a curse.
What is certain is that after this battle, all the creatures of the Huang Clan have seen how powerful the Huang Village is. Not to mention the emergence of four geniuses, even Shaotian alone is shocking enough. His identity as the Son of God has gone through
After today, it may cause chaos in the world. And in the future world of the Desolate Race, it seems from now on that humans will definitely come out on top.
Although the various tribes did not take action, just because the white-headed griffon had provoked and ended up like this, the tribes did not dare to say too much. After thinking deeply, they left silently. As for where they would go in the future, it was entirely up to them.
"Child, you must hold on!"
How could it not be heartbreaking that the originally young and healthy children were now dying? Seeing their children in this state, the three pairs of parents couldn't help but rush forward and each picked up their children, with worry on their brows.
Minus, especially the three mothers, they cried non-stop.
Even though they were impatient, the people around them did not stop them, especially He Qing, who was originally the most beautiful and innocent at her age, but when something like this happened, He Qing's mother naturally cried the most heartbrokenly.
Fortunately, no one has lost his mind.
"The one with the most severe injuries is Shaotian. The other three children are fine. They just need to rest for a few days." Patriarch Li spoke to comfort him. He glanced at Zhou Cheng and the others, slightly reassured, and then stepped forward to look at them.
Shaotian seemed to have lost his breath in Li Huancuan's arms.
"No, Shaotian no longer has any consciousness!"
Li Huanchuan, who was originally calm, suddenly shouted anxiously, with a faint tremor. He lost his composure at first, and even the arm holding Shaotian almost went limp. Fortunately, Chief Li, who came after hearing the news, stabilized Li Huanchuan's arms.
Emotions, I have to say, this is the first time I have seen him showing such a panic look, all because of this young man who fell from the sky.
A dark light flashed in Patriarch Li's eyes, and he had some calculations. He quickly ordered, "Huan Chaos, send Shaotian to the secret room immediately." First, he asked Li Hunzhuan to send Shaotian to the secret room, and then without thinking, "Nie Qiu
, quickly go and get the Spirit Tempering Pill."
The Spirit Tempering Pill has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. It can be said that the living dead are flesh and white bones. It is refined from hundreds of precious medicinal materials, coupled with the most precious blood in the world. Looking at the entire continent, the Spirit Tempering Pill
The number of pills will never exceed ten. It is such a precious pill, so I gave it to Shaotian without thinking. It can be seen that for Shaotian, the people in the deserted village are doing their best.
Then again, the fact that the Desolate Clan can possess a Spirit Tempering Pill is enough to show how terrifying the Desolate Clan's inheritance is. This power alone cannot be ignored.
After taking the Spirit Tempering Pill and being cured by the joint efforts of all experts, Shaotian was still in a coma. More than three months later, there was still no sign of waking up. His eyes were closed tightly and his thin lips were pursed tightly.
, as if conscious; but the weak and looming breathing makes people feel that there is no consciousness. Such an appearance has never appeared in the deserted village for millions of years.
"Shaotian, is he okay?"
Seeing Shaotian like this, He Qing, who was guarding him, became anxious. He couldn't help raising his head and asked the pensive old patriarch on the side.
The patriarch touched He Qing's head and said to her with a smile: "Shaotian is fighting his own inner demons. If he wins, he will wake up."
Nodding, He Qing did not speak, but continued to sit on the edge of the bed, looking at Shaotian, his small hands seemed to unconsciously hold Shaotian's fair and slender hand, holding back tears, biting his lips gently, and the warmth of his palms continued to pass on
The temperature seemed to give him strength.
In fact, Shaotian was going against the will of heaven and taking his life, avoiding the prying eyes of heaven, and looking for the critical point of survival through the only gap.
Three days later, Shaotian finally woke up. However, when he woke up again, his appearance did not change at all, but the aura of his body had changed greatly. He remained silent and his eyes became deeper and deeper, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.
, the first thing I did when I woke up was to walk straight to the small dark room at the back of the village. Although it felt weird, no one stopped me.
He wanted to strengthen himself, hone himself, constantly improve, and become stronger. He was originally controlled by others, but his flames ignited for a moment. He wanted to become the most powerful person in this world. This was the only way.
Therefore, continuing to retreat has become what he wants to do most, and raising his cultivation level to the highest level has become his biggest goal.
Until three years later, on that day, there were dark clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder, but no rain stars could be seen. Only the deserted village was immersed in boundless darkness. Suddenly, a bright bolt of lightning pierced the sky, which was invisible to the naked eye.
He rushed towards the small dark room that no one had opened in three years.
All the people in the deserted village were horrified by such a rare spectacle. They gathered in the small black room one after another. They heard a "boom" and the small black room instantly fell apart, completely shattered, turned into powder and dissipated between the sky and the earth.
At this time, the deserted village that was originally covered in darkness suddenly became bright, and Shaotian was seen walking out holding a spear, walking slowly, as if he had never landed.
There is no breath in his body, and he seems to have reached the mirror.
Three years were enough for his cultivation to reach the peak of the second level. His self-confidence returned again, and his whole body shone with unparalleled brilliance. In the days that followed, Shaotian swept through the Desolate Clan with one person's power.
No one in his generation can rival him.
At night, everyone toasted and drank heartily.
Three years is enough time for a twelve or thirteen-year-old child to grow into a handsome, handsome man or girl.
Shaotian has been practicing hard in a secret room. In three years, he has grown from an immature child into a handsome young man.
Wheat-colored skin, straight nose bridge, distinctive facial features. A pair of dark eyes coming towards you, bottomless and unyielding, still burning with a blazing fire of battle at this moment. That unfathomable color, and elusiveness
The luster breaks the impression of a face full of vitality and vitality.
Kanto-ryu, dressed in a sky blue exquisite robe, with simple patterns embroidered with silver thread on the robe, a slight smile on her thin lips, azure eyes like a vast sea, long hair shawl, soft facial features, very beautiful
Unforgettable. A mellow voice like the sounds of nature.
Zhou Cheng has a face that is shining brightly in the sun, his eyes are like lightning, his spirit is high, his nose is straight, his lips are thin, and his face is handsome.
Among them, the one who has changed the most is none other than He Qing.
She has perfect facial features that are as exquisite as if they were carefully carved by artificial people. She has picturesque eyebrows, red lips, willow eyebrows and upturned nose, a bright red cherry mouth, and an oval-like face. Her thin and plump body, coupled with the wind
The swinging lavender clothes unreservedly showed off her exquisite figure.
Suddenly, like a fairy descending from heaven, she floats out of the dust. The bulging double peaks make countless men have endless reveries.