"The Purple-clothed Holy Lord is far in the East to win over China," Lin Mengyao said eagerly: "I don't know how long to come back. If there is a problem with Saint Bingxin, how can I explain to Li Heng?"
"Holy Lord, it may be God's will for Li Heng to come back at this time. He may really have a way."
The Holy Lord hasn't spoken for a long time, and when he spoke, his voice was already low enough to be inaudible, "Let me think about it again."
"Don't think about it anymore," Li Heng quietly opened the door and walked in. "If you don't say it, I also heard it."
"you?"
Lin Mengyao looked at Li Heng with a complicated expression, stepped aside, bowed her head and said nothing.
The Holy Lord's face was extremely pale, and his rosy lips were now white to transparent. He leaned back on the soft couch, and his broad robe was very heavy on his body.
"Let's talk about it, what the hell is going on."
Li Heng sat beside the Holy Lord and looked at him calmly.
The Holy Lord looked back at Li Heng's gaze, and a weak, wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Why are you back?"
"How could my master get hurt?" Li Heng put on the arm of the Holy Master without a trace, "How can you be so weak?"
"... Cough cough," the holy lord shook his head slightly, and suddenly couldn't help coughing twice, his eyes were a little flustered, "It's okay, it's the old wounds from the past. It will be fine for a while."
"If you don't want to say it," Li Heng shook his fingers and firmly grasped the arm of the Holy Master. The moment he clenched it, his heart twitched fiercely and he was too thin, "Then I will leave tomorrow. , I won’t come back anymore.”
"..."
The Holy Lord stared at Li Heng's hand in a daze, his broad palm wrapped tightly around his arm, and bursts of warm current poured into his body.
Lin Mengyao bit her mouth, tears in her eyes, and opened her mouth tremblingly, "Holy Lord, tell him."
The Holy Master suddenly sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and turned his head to the side.
Li Heng looked at Lin Mengyao and calmly listened to him telling what happened in the past few years.
It turned out that the Holy Lord had suffered a serious injury before, and An Yuhe tried every means to heal him before leaving.
Everything has improved, but after the start of the Intercontinental Grand Competition, An Yuhe left, and the Lord's body went from bad to worse, and the various martial arts who were jealous of the re-emergence of the Luoxia Holy Land came to the door at this time.
Bing Xin was afraid that the Holy Master could not hold on, and challenged with the Soul Body, and was hit hard. Later, the Holy Master took out the artifact left by An Yuhe and forced the enemy back.
The news that there were artifacts in the Lost Clouds Holy Land quickly spread all over the southern Zhanzhou, and the news of Li Heng at the Intercontinental Grand Tournament also came back, and the sects who were watching eagerly on the side were finally dying.
Later, more and more people learned that Luoxia Holy Land had produced an incredible saint son, as well as the artifacts left by the masters of the fairy king. Some small schools took the initiative to cling to it, and this deserted island slowly became It looks like it is now.
"Who are they?"
Li Heng asked.
Lin Mengyao bit the corner of her mouth and did not speak. The Holy Master sighed and looked back at him and said: "Your master has been sleeping all the time. The soul body is weak and suffered heavy injuries. I don't know what to do. You are back, go Look at her."
"If I don't come back," Li Heng said, "are you never going to tell me?"
"What can I tell you?" The Holy Lord said: "You are destined not to be trapped here. You have also seen that only if you are strong, we will not be bullied."
"Got it."
Li Heng slowly let go of his hand, his palms opened, and ten shining black spars lay lying down.
"Black spar?"
Lin Mengyao was stunned.
"I have a lot more," Li Heng put the black spar next to the Lord. "For a while, I will put it in the next room. If it is not enough, I will look for it. You don't have to worry about other things."
"you… "
The Holy Lord didn't expect Li Heng to come up with so many black spar, which is very expensive.
"Senior Sister, accompany me to see the master," Li Heng glanced at the Holy Master deeply and said, "Let the Holy Master rest."
Lin Mengyao went out in a daze, and took Li Heng to the ancestral hall. Bing Xin's soul body was sleeping in a fairy artifact in the ancestral hall.
"Senior has been here all the time," Lin Mengyao felt guilty. "We can't make Seniors awake, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Li Heng held the immortal tool and said, "Sister, you can take care of the Holy Master. Those black spar stones can be used at ease. Master and I will stay alone for a while."
Lin Mengyao gently withdrew from the ancestral hall, Li Heng listened to her footsteps slowly disappearing, the emotions in her eyes suddenly surged, self-blaming, annoyed, mixed with monstrous anger.
Bing Xin's state is very bad, the soul body has already become substantive, but now it is close to translucent, and the divine power in the body is also looming.
Li Heng's heart fell slightly. Although the situation was terrible, it was not incurable.
He has been looking for opportunities to help Bing Xin recover his true body, but unfortunately, he has not found any way.
However, Hei Jade can concentrate and nourish the soul. He put Hei Jade into the fairy tool to help Bing Xin recover.
Nan Lingzi was a little worried, and asked in a low voice: "Sister-in-law, have you found something wrong with the Holy Lord?"
"The soul was severely injured," Mo said, "the wound is very serious, the spirit sea is exhausted, and there is no medical treatment for medicinal stones."
"What should I do? The boss would be sad if he knew it?"
Mo cried his eyes silent, he could see that Li Heng's feelings for the Holy Land of the Fallen Clouds and the Holy Lord were very deep. If he knew that the Holy Lord was already dying, it would be difficult to accept it.
"let's go."
Li Heng appeared suddenly without saying anything, with a big wave of his hand, he rolled up the two of them, and the power of running the void appeared in the courtyard of the Holy Lord.
"Sister, follow me."
Lin Mengyao was persuading the holy lord to use black spar to heal his injuries, but was also rolled up by Li Heng and disappeared into the room.
Several people appeared in the sky above Luoxia Holy Land. Lin Mengyao was worried about the situation of the Holy Lord and wanted to go back, but found that Li Heng's expression was wrong.
"Sister, tell me who broke into the Holy Land and injured the Holy Master and my Master."
Li Heng's voice was calm, but the hearts of the other three people trembled suddenly, and the breath on his body was too terrifying.
"What are you going to do?"
Lin Mengyao asked subconsciously.
"Naturally make them pay."
"..."
"Huh? Can't you say?"
"It's not that I can't say," Lin Mengyao said, "The main saint knows that he will definitely blame me. Those big sects cannot be offended by our strength."
"Now there is no school that I can't afford to provoke," Li Heng said, "just say it."
"Yes, Senior Sister," Nan Lingzi didn't know the details, but he could guess something, and echoed: "Don't you know the strength of the boss? Which school of these four continents can compare to the Holy Land of Heaven? Isn't it the boss? Playing around."