Even for a tough and strong man like Molong, the screams lasted for three days and three nights.
Among them, I was stunned by the pain countless times, and then woke up again... the cycle went on and on, day and night.
Such inhuman torture was unbearable for all the disciples guarding outside.
Every eight hours, a group of disciples on duty will be changed. For half a month after the operation, these disciples will have nightmares at night and will be awakened by the screams in their dreams.
When Qi Xiao and the others mentioned this past event, their faces would turn pale every time, obviously frightened.
As for the proposal to ask Ye Qingxuan to perform a strange spell for him, no one dared to mention it again.
From the beginning to the end of the three days and three nights of torture, only Ye Qingxuan and Feng Qingyan persisted, except for Molong, the person involved.
As soon as the operation was over, the two of them fell into a drowsy sleep. After sleeping for two full days, the two of them woke up with a drowsy head.
At this time, Molong's first operation was successfully completed, and Molong himself was seriously injured, and he still hasn't woken up.
"Take good care of him, remember those great tonic decoctions, don't stop seven times a day, otherwise the growth of the meridians will go wrong, and we will suffer for nothing this time." Ye Qingxuan solemnly instructed several disciples, and at the same time wrote Hand over the good prescription to Feng Qingyan.
Feng Qingyan took a brief look, sighed, and said, "You are poor and rich in martial arts, but these tonics are enough to buy half a small town."
Ye Qingxuan laughed, and said: "It's not that your husband's family is strong enough, rich enough, if you change to another family, I'm afraid you really can't do it."
Feng Qingyan restrained his smile, glanced at the room where the magic dragon was, and said in a deep voice: "The magic dragon is a human being that cannot be underestimated. If it were an ordinary person, if he didn't die from pain, his sanity would have collapsed, but he has been able to do it from the beginning to the end. Persevere in sanity, such a persevering person, you and I can only see in my life. After all, the magic dragon is a disciple cultivated by Xianlong Cave. He has no morals at all. Even if he becomes an ally, he still needs to be careful. I'm afraid it will be an indescribable nightmare."
"Fortunately... His evil thoughts are reserved for the Immortal Dragon Cave..." Ye Qingxuan didn't care, and said relaxedly: "The Patriarch Panlong took action against him, and it was also ordered by the Immortal Dragon, so you and I don't need to worry. Although the Demon Dragon has no mercy , don't respect morality, but at least he still has the word fairness in his eyes, as long as no one provokes him, he will not take the initiative to provoke... "
Seeing that Feng Qingyan was still worried, Ye Qingxuan said with a smile: "Second Senior Brother, don't worry, if he takes the initiative to do evil in the future, I will personally deal with him..."
Feng Qingyan sighed softly, and said: "Forget it, in extraordinary times, we should use extraordinary people. The most important thing is to stop the 'demon king'. After two days, after the demon dragon wakes up, I will take people to Crouching Dragon Island ,what's your plan?"
"I want to invite some people to come out of the mountain..." Ye Qingxuan replied lightly, but his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he sighed: "These people have high status and strong martial arts, but their attitudes are vacillating. If we don't fight for it, I'm afraid It will become a helping hand for other forces, and we will suffer at that time."
"Oh? There are people like this?" Feng Qingyan's expression changed, and he said urgently: "I hope you don't get your thoughts on Peacock, because he came from the Demon Sect, even if he announces his withdrawal from the Demon Sect, I'm afraid he won't be trusted by others. Instead, dragging him into the quagmire is not good for him or us."
Ye Qingxuan's expression changed, and he finally nodded.
If Feng Qingyan hadn't reminded him, he really had this plan.
But thinking of Senior Peacock's distaste for martial arts, maybe it was the right choice not to invite him out of the mountain.
"There is another piece of news that I just got..." Feng Qingyan slapped his head suddenly, and said solemnly: "Just yesterday, there was news from the Nine Dragon Palace that the leader of the Dragon Palace, the 'Golden Dragon', Jiang Duanxian, finally broke through the supernatural power after a hundred years of retreat. Huajing became the most popular candidate for the "Martial Arts Leader" in one fell swoop. The ancestor of Xianlong was also recruited into the Nine Dragon Palace at the same time, replacing the position of "Hanlong" Lu Weishuang back then. Now the Nine Dragon Palace is so powerful that it has overwhelmed other There are three factions."
"The ancestor of Xianlong joined the Nine Dragon Palace!?" Ye Qingxuan was taken aback by the news. The old guy hid for a long time, and finally made another big move, then scratched the back of his head and asked: "As for that Jiang Duanxian... very powerful ?"
Feng Qingyan shrugged his shoulders lightly, and said lightly: "He is the previous generation of 'Sword God' before Li Muchan, you say he is not powerful..."
Ye Qingxuan was speechless, turned and left silently.
The burden on his shoulders became even heavier invisibly.
In all fairness, if there is one more master of the apotheosis realm in the world, it will undoubtedly add some strength to the power of the "Demon Lord". I'm afraid the martial arts catastrophe will be even more serious.
Don't be afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.
The attitude of Jiulong Palace is really too difficult to understand.
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Cough, cough, cough!
A burst of violent coughing came from the depths of the palace-like mansion, accompanied by the sound of blood spurting out, which made people tremble with fear.
magic palace.
On the main hall where Luo Podi entertained the group of demons, the dragon chair in the middle has long been discarded, replaced by a giant chair carved from a whole piece of obsidian. The name of the master of the demon gate has been passed down for more than two years.
Vimo Nitian still wore his bronze mask, sitting high on the magic chair symbolizing the supreme power of the Demon Sect, playing with the scepter left by the "Holy Master" in his hand, panting alone.
Just after sending away Song Bieli, Xing Wuwei and others, Bimo Nitian finally couldn't bear the injury and coughed violently.
And this scene happened to be seen by Zhuo Huifan who entered the door, his expression suddenly flustered, he rushed forward and said, "Father, are you injured!?"
Vimo Nitian was tired, waved his hands slowly, and said with difficulty: "It's okay. The last blow of Wu Nian's old bald donkey with the 'Colorful Linglong Relic' still has some power, but this deity only needs to rest for half a year, and then he can recover." He recovered as before, and with the 'divine blood', hum, he will be fine in two months."
Vimo Nitian slowly took out the "Colorful Exquisite Relic" the size of a heart from his bosom, his eyes under the mask were flat and glowing, and exclaimed: "Everything is ready, only half of the devil's corpse is missing, as long as the devil's corpse is complete, the father Then you can get the secret of 'Shattering the Void', transcend the ordinary and enter the holiness, and break through the space!"
Zhuo Huifan's tender body trembled, she was so excited that she knelt down on one knee and shouted loudly: "Congratulations to daddy for getting what he wanted, Jackie Chan's ascension to the gods..."
Vimo looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, then his smile disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "You have waited for more than a month to be your father this time, why?"
Zhuo Huifan forced himself to be calm and said calmly: "I came here for the 'Red Blood Demon'. There seems to be something wrong with Luo Podi's demon, but my daughter doesn't know where the problem lies..."
"Oh? Where is he?" Vimo's voice sank involuntarily.
"Here..." a dull voice suddenly sounded. Luo Podi's blue and purple light wheel floated behind his head, and slowly stepped into the hall with monstrous magic flames.
"Master, you have asked your disciple to look for it for a long time, and the wait is so hard!"