Talisman Emperor

Seven days later, Chen Xiaosu woke up.

The first person to open his eyes was a cute little girl dressed in animal skin, carrying a large, rough bowl of soup medicine into her mouth.

The potion is bitter, Chen Xiao carefully realized that there is almost no psychotropic ingredient in this soup potion, except to make himself replenish some of the necessary moisture, it has no use at all.

But the little girl was like holding a bowl of rare divine treasure. She handed her wings to her lips carefully. She seemed afraid that she would spill a drop.

“Where am I? ”

Chen Xi opened his mouth, his voice was so dull, like grinding out of the gravel, even he was frightened, and when he spinned, he was out of his mind.

Once again, an intense pain appeared like an ant's heart, causing his eyebrows to squeeze together and his forehead to soak in a cold sweat.

He felt that the burst scars all over him had been wrapped in a soft skin of animals, and a piece of fleshy skin had been depleted, not to mention the power of witchcraft, even blood gas and vitality seemed to be depleted.

And the situation in the body is more serious, the pulse size is broken, the five dirty six hearts are broken, even the dark light is not light, even in the Dantian field, is like a tortoise land, empty and exhausted, the world of mixed holes has broken and collapsed and cannot be found.

It can be said that he is now almost no different from a cripple.

“Ah, he's awake, Uncle Munvey, Aunt Moya, this big brother is awake! ”

The cute little girl, dressed in animal skin, appeared clean, ran out of the tent, crisp shouting. In the process, she still held the big bowl full of soup pills, without a drop, such as a bowl of rare rare delicacies in the world.

“Monwie? Moya?” Chen Xi frowned, struggling with severe pain, weighing around.

This is an animal skinned tent, extremely humble, with almost no setup, that only lights a block of wood in the center position, giving off a dusky shake of light.

Everything here is primitive and ancient, with an indescribable backward smell.

At least in the practice world, the monks are illuminated with moonstones and flaming beads, that is, mortals, mostly with various candles and oil lamps.

And here, we live in a rugged rudimentary animal skinned tent, and the lighting tools are all firewood, even the clothes that people wear, the soup medicine that they make, are so crude and simple, so backward everywhere.

The tent is open.

Walking in, a man and a woman, a man of great strength and strength, a piece of rocky muscle filled him with a very tense burst.

And the woman is tall, the curves are uneven, she looks beautiful, and she has a good temperament.

Like the little Qing Xiu girl just now, the two of them wore animal skins. The man carried a big bow with a dark horn, and the woman wore a soft whip between her waist.

Obviously, both were born with force.

When he saw the two men, Chen Xiaoton knew that the two were the only ones in the girl's mouth, Mengwei and Moya.

“You're awake.” Mengwei stepped forward and looked at Chen Xi with his eyes open. The colour of joy floated on his rugged cheek.

“Humph! Wasting so much of our food and medicine, if you don't wake up again, is sacrificing the Lord to blame, I have to kill him.” Moya snorted coldly, looking at Chen Xi's eyes full of animosity, without concealing her hatred.

Chen Xiyan, for food and medicine, wants to kill himself?

If this had been the case before, it would have been incredible if he had heard it. After all, a monk like him would not have needed food to eat his belly, he would have lived long enough, he would have been injured, and he would hardly need any common medicine.

But now, looking at the look of Namoa's serious killing, he feels, perhaps to them, that food and medicine are about survival and life, which makes him more and more feel that this time he appears in a place that seems completely different from what he used to know.

“Enough, Moya!” Monwie frowned and whispered at Moya.

Moya was indifferent, and the hostility on her face did not fade, stubborn and stubborn.

This is the first time that Chen Xiao and Mengwei and Moya met, and the atmosphere was awkward and unpleasant.

Seven days later.

Chen Xi has recovered a little strength and can barely stand up, but the severe pain still persists, and there is no improvement in the severely damaged condition of the body.

The reason is simple: his hybrid world is gone, his body lacks blood, his vitality is almost exhausted, and it is simply not enough for him to practise recovery.

The only thing that made him happy was that the lush seedlings were still in the Dantian field, swallowing the power of the fairy spirit and healing his broken meridians and muscles a little bit.

Believing that it won't take long for him to be able to act properly, it's hard to fix it all by himself.

After all, that hybrid world was blown up by a punch on an ice-releasing day. It had long since broken apart, which was tantamount to wiping out his dojo, and there was no way to cultivate it in a short time.

Unless, he was able to reshape the Dawkis and condense a new mixed-hole world.

Unfortunately, in ancient times, after the destruction of the Dodge, few monks were able to reshape it again, and it was difficult to find such a precedent.

This is too difficult, because Dodge is the very foundation of a monk standing in heaven and earth, the foundation laid from the beginning of the first step of his practice, and once destroyed, it is not so easy to say that he wants to repair it.

“Ice release day! ”

Chen Xi felt the condition of his body, hated that his teeth were about to bite, and his face was as shady as water. All of this was given by the Ice Release Heaven. He would surely give it back ten times in the coming day!

To date, he has never hated a man so wildly. If Ding hadn't helped him at the last minute, he would have almost died on the spot.

“Destroy me, Dougie. I thought I'd get my suit back! Don't even think about it. As long as I live, I will be able to reshape myself and return to the avenue! ”

Chen Xi's eyes flashed a little harsh, stubborn, trying to discourage him, this is the fate, absolutely impossible.

Take a deep breath and Chen Xi tries to calm herself down and gets up and walks out of the tent.

In those days, he had already learned from the mouth of Mengwei that this place, called the Nine Ghosts, was a very strange place, that there were no depictions of the Nine Ghosts in the Xuan Huan, as if it were a forgotten place.

And they, the natives of the Nine Phantoms, call themselves the Nine Phantoms and Survivors, from this name alone, let Chen Ti experience an unusual taste.

More news, but Chen Xi didn't know.

He now observes only that they are trekking day and night, seemingly going somewhere, travelling thousands of miles every day, leaving only a few short hours to eat and rest.

And there are only eighty-nine elite escorts in this team, but the vast majority of young children and adolescents are on the road every day, as if they were fleeing.

By that time, the team had been on the road all day, stationed on a barren rocky beach.

When Chen Xi walked out of the tent, he saw a group of teenagers and toddlers practicing martial arts.

Mengwei, on the other hand, is responsible for teaching these little guys how to work. He is clearly the leader of this team, quite prestigious, brave and well-loved by others.

“Watch your step, before you learn to fly, step is the only one you can take advantage of! ”

“Strength! How many times have I told you, power must be concentrated like thunder and lightning in order to cultivate the realm of comfort! ”

“Yes, that's it! Remember, all tricks are aimed at killing enemies. Be quick, be harsh, and never hesitate, otherwise it could be you who dies! ”

At a glance, Chen Xiao saw that what Mengwei taught was very basic content. Although he was no longer fixing it, his eyes were still very poisonous.

Mengwei's field experience should be very rich, and the basic content taught is quite practical, even Chen Xi feels greatly beneficial.

He has practiced almost all the way from now on, rarely has anyone personally pointed out his know-how, especially now that he is not practicing, Chen Xi listens to Monwei explain the teaching, often if gain.

He even began to look at himself, practicing so many amazing ways, mastering so many deities, but each specialized, cluttered and impure, instead of exercising all his power.

“Perhaps I can also try to combine Taoism and Divine Comfort again, abandon the cumbersome, if I can combine through and concentrate what belongs to me, it should be more powerful...”

Chen Xiao was absolutely a martial arts nut. He had just had this thought in his mind, and when he got there, he fell into contemplation.

“Enough, Tsen, you come back! No more food and medicine for that piece of junk! ”

A moment later, Chen Xiao was suddenly awakened by a shout. He looked up and saw that in the distance, Xiaozen was holding a large bowl of hot soup medicine in his hands and walking towards him.

Unfortunately, her skinny little body was stopped by Moya, who was full of anger.

“But it's a sacrifice grandpa ordered me to do, and besides, that big brother is pathetic.” Xiaozen lowered his head, weak and weak.

Pfft!

Moya lifted her hand and broke the medicine bowl directly. "Enough! We've wasted too much food and medicine. Do you want us to go hungry? Do you want the wounded to end up dead because there's no medicine? ”

So reprehensible, Xiaozen whispered, her eyes filled with tears, and wow she cried.

“Moya, what are you doing!” Mengwei rushed over and frowned, “Tsen is a child, how can you find fire on her head? ”

Those young men and young children who practiced martial arts were also surrounded, watching Xiaozhen cry, and Moya, the angry god, were silent.

However, they looked at Chen Xiao with hostility and seemed to think that it was the presence of this outsider that made their Aunt Moya so angry.

Chen Xiqiao shrugged, lifted his foot and walked over. He squeezed the crowd, holding Xiaochen in his arms and sobbing. He patted her back gently, softly: “Xiaochen does not cry, be good. ”