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The next day during the day, in a forest, under a big tree, the branches covered there suddenly began to shake slightly, and soon it was all white, and 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 he kept making "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo] [ooooooo" sounds.
The little white tiger looked around with its small head, barking there for a long time, and finally sniffed around with its nose, and then left here, and the direction it left was exactly the direction Jian Chen was walking.
The little white tiger is still very young, and its short limbs cannot even support its body when running on the ground. It can only move forward step by step, rolling and crawling, at a very slow speed.
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I don't know how long it took, but his consciousness finally woke up from the chaotic state. Jian Chen opened his eyes with some difficulty. The first thing he saw was a wooden roof. Although it was a little dilapidated, it was clean. It's clean.
Suddenly, a splitting headache pain suddenly hit Jian Chen's brain, making Jian Chen couldn't help but let out a painful moan. His head hurt so much that his face instantly became extremely pale, without any trace of blood on his face. His muscles were constantly tightening, and immediately a heavy feeling of dizziness came. Jian Chen tilted his head and fainted.
Not long after Jian Chen fell into coma, a creaking sound was heard, and the wooden door of the wooden house was opened. A fat man about twenty years old with a tiger-like head walked in from the outside. He walked straight to Jian Chen and looked at Looking at Jian Chen who had his eyes closed tightly and fell into a coma, he stretched his hands around his head and murmured: "It's strange. I heard a sound just now. Why hasn't he woke up yet? He has been comatose for three days." Then, the little fat man left the cabin.
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The little white tiger kept crawling in the same direction for three consecutive days without rest. It even fell several times when it encountered a steep place. However, its thin skin and tender flesh did not suffer any damage, but its snow-white hair was already damaged. It turned into a gray color and was covered with mud.
After three days of hard work, it finally arrived at the place where Jian Chen and the eight Sky Saint Masters fought.
The little white tiger sniffed the front with his nose, and then made a rapid "wuwuwuwu" sound from his mouth. He seemed to be very sad and seemed to be crying. Then he crawled forward even harder, and soon came to a field stained red with blood. In front of the earth, the blood here has dried up, leaving a blood-red mark on the ground, and some dried internal organs remain on the ground.
The little white tiger kept making sad sounds from its mouth. The little tiger's head looked around, and finally sniffed the dried blood on the ground, and then took the minced internal organs on the ground into his mouth one by one and ate it. stand up.
Although the internal organs were dried up, they contained powerful energy. After eating the minced internal organs, the little white tiger's limbs seemed to become stronger, and it gradually supported its body to stand upright. Finally, even the mouth began to speak with the naked eye. Several sharp little tiger teeth appeared at a visible speed.
The little white tiger swallowed the viscera scattered on the ground, and made a sad whine in his mouth. After a while, the viscera scattered on the ground was devoured by the little white tiger.
At this time, although the little white tiger's body did not change too obviously, its movements became more agile than before. Its limbs were strong and powerful, and walking was no longer as difficult as before.
The little white tiger opened its mouth, bit off a piece of soil from the ground and held it in its mouth. After a while, it spat the soil out of its mouth. The soil it spit out had returned to its original color, and the dried blood mixed in the soil had disappeared. not see.
For five full hours, the little white tiger kept chewing the soil on the ground, sucking the blood in the soil. It contained not only the blood of Jian Chen, but also the blood of the Sky Saint Master, which contained a lot of energy. This pair of It is a pretty good supplement for the current Little White Tiger.
As it sucks more blood, the little white tiger becomes stronger, and the teeth that grow in its mouth become sharper and sharper.
After sucking all the blood contained in the soil, the little white tiger walked around the field with a somewhat vigorous pace, sniffing around with its nose, and finally ran in one direction as fast as flying, with the pair of wings on its back It also stretched out and moved up and down quickly as it ran.
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Scenes continued to appear in Jian Chen's mind as he fell into a coma. Sometimes he saw a chaotic space, and sometimes he saw a group of strange gas. Occasionally I saw an old man with white hair and a childish face. From time to time, I saw a large red cloud floating in the sky, and it was constantly raining down thousands of lightnings that could tear the space apart. Sometimes I saw two divine swords, one purple and one green, flying happily in the air like a couple, making cheerful sword sounds. From time to time, I saw an old man with white hair and a childish face controlling two divine swords, one purple and one green, flying in the air, constantly cutting off the heads of monsters. Sometimes I see two divine swords, one purple and one green, joining together in the air, fighting in the endless void with the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, destroying the space.
Finally, Jian Chen saw two divine swords, one purple and one green, shattered into fragments all over the sky. Two faint purple-green rays of light flew out from them and disappeared into the ground of a mountain range...
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, but this time it was lighter than before. It hurt a lot, so Jian Chen endured it for a while, and the pain gradually disappeared.
Jian Chen looked around blankly and found that he was lying in a small cabin made of wood. He was sleeping on a hard wooden bed, and the ground was a wooden floor with many footprints left on it. , the cabin is not big, about two feet in length and width, and the furniture inside is also very simple.
"Where is this?" Jian Chen looked around blankly, with a puzzled look on his face. Just when he was about to get up from the bed, a heartbreaking pain came from his body, ruthlessly. The expression that destroyed Jian Chen.
The severe pain made Jian Chen groan uncontrollably, his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and his face, which was originally a little rosy, turned pale because of the pain.
Jian Chen gritted his silver teeth and raised his head with difficulty to see the situation on his body. At this moment, he was stunned. He saw a huge hole with a diameter of thirty centimeters appeared on his chest, which almost destroyed his chest. Split in half, the entire body became horrific, with dried blood scars and hideous wounds everywhere, making it look horrifying.
Looking at the condition of his body, a flood of memories surged out of Jian Chen's mind, and the scene of the previous fierce battle with the eight Sky Saint Masters suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Am I not dead?" Jian Chen's expression appeared dull for a moment, but then he woke up and his eyes immediately showed a look of ecstasy.
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead!" Jian Chen couldn't hide the excitement in his expression, and his whole body was trembling slightly, but soon it was involved in the wound on his body, and Jian Chen was in pain for a while. His teeth were cracked and his teeth were cracked, and he was miserable.
After a while, the severe pain slowly subsided. Jian Chen's whole body seemed to be exhausted and he lay on the bed, gasping for air. When he calmed down, he immediately calmed down and sensed the situation in his body.
The situation inside the body appeared in Jian Chen's mind like an extremely clear picture. Jian Chen's perception was actually dozens of times higher than before, but he had no time to feel happy about it, and he didn't even notice his own pain at all. After the change, he was immediately shocked and completely stunned by the terrible situation in his body.
The injuries inside his body were very serious. It was a complete mess. All his internal organs and various organs had disappeared. Even his heart was broken into powder. He should not have survived after suffering such serious injuries, but Jian Chen was not dead.
This is not the most serious thing. What really makes Jian Chen unable to accept is that the Holy Weapon Qingfeng Sword that he has cultivated for more than ten years has disappeared from his dantian, and even the purple and green sword entrenched in his dantian has disappeared. The sword spirit is also missing.
His holy weapon has been shattered, not even a bit is left, the source of power has been lost in his dantian, and his achievements in hard training for more than ten years have been in vain.
Jian Chen was completely stunned. After losing the holy weapon, he was no different from a person who had lost all his martial arts. He changed from a master determined by his talent to an ordinary person who didn't know any martial arts. This matter, for Jian Chen It caused a heavy blow.
"Have I become a useless person?" Jian Chen looked at the roof with a somewhat hollow look in his eyes, but his heart was full of unwillingness, because he still had too many things to do, and to do these things, he must Must have great strength.
"Crunch!"
At this time, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man in very simple clothes walked in from the door. He was about forty years old, with a resolute look on his face, although he was wearing a coarse cloth full of patches embroidered on it. , but still cannot conceal the extraordinary temperament of the middle-aged man.
"You're awake." The middle-aged man looked at Jian Chen calmly and said.
Jian Chen came back to his senses, looked at the middle-aged man with a somewhat dull look, and said softly: "Thank you for saving me."
The middle-aged man walked up to Jian Chen, looked at the injuries on his body, and said with a faint smile: "You are really lucky, your soul has not dissipated after being so seriously injured. If it were someone else, even if it were someone else, It is absolutely impossible for the opponent to survive if he is a Sky Saint Master."
The middle-aged man paused and said, "Your injuries are very bad. All your internal organs have been destroyed. Unless a high-level Holy Master of Light treats you, it will be difficult to recover from your injuries."
Jian Chen was silent. He was in a very low mood now. The broken holy weapon and the loss of all his martial arts had a great impact on him.
Looking at Jian Chen's dull eyes, the middle-aged man secretly sighed and said: "Young man, if you want to be more liberal, what if you become a useless person who doesn't know martial arts? It's not like living an ordinary life. Although you can You have lost many wonderful stories, but you will get tired of it sooner or later, so take good care of your injuries. I will ask my father for a bright elixir later, because it should help you recover as soon as possible."
