Time passed, and Prince Yan stood in the stone room, motionless, waiting for the moment of dawn.
Ahead, the ghost girl is in a critical stage of cultivation, her spiritual consciousness is closed, and she has no knowledge of the outside world.
Prince Yan is a calm person and will not be impulsive easily, so he decides to wait until dawn.
He knew very well that if Ning Chen hadn't appeared before dawn, he would never be able to come back.
Outside the underworld, the ghost sedan crossed the night sky and hurried back.
There are too many things that need to be explained today, and it takes a lot of time. I hope it is still too late.
It was getting darker and darker outside, the last darkness before dawn, and the darkest hour of the night.
The ghost sedan galloped, streaking a black brilliance in the north of Daxia, which was fleeting and invisible to the naked eye.
Just when the ghost sedan was ten miles away from the foggy forest, the eastern sky quietly changed, thunder appeared, and flames burned the sky, forming a terrifying image of extinction.
"Uh"
In the ghost sedan, Ning Chen's whole body lit up with flames, and the feeling of pain penetrating into the bone marrow struck again, like a thousand cuts, making life worse than death.
After a while, the ghost sedan rushed into the underworld, and above the sky, the thunder dissipated, and the flames of burning the sky also disappeared, returning to peace.
In the underworld, Ning Chen revolved the scroll of life, and the frost blossomed, quickly suppressing the flames around him.
In a brief moment, but once again experienced the transition of life and death, Ning Chen gasped heavily, and his heart throbbed for a while.
Luckily, I barely made it back.
In the depths of the underworld, Prince Yan, who had waited until the last moment, released his hand on the sword stand. The next moment, the green and red swords flew out automatically, drawing out two bright streamers.
Qinghong was dying, and the ghost girl was in great danger. At this moment, Prince Yan moved with his feet, stopped Qinghong's double swords, and waved them back to the sword stand.
At the mouth of the underworld, Prince Yan came over, looked at Ning Chen in the wheelchair, didn't ask anything, just said calmly, "You have an injury, don't run around"
Seeing the senior, Ning Chen felt a lot more relaxed, took a breath, and said, "Some things have already been done."
Prince Yan nodded slightly and said, "Come to the academy with me tonight"
Ning Chen was puzzled and asked, "Why are you going to the academy?"
"You'll know when the time comes," Prince Yan replied.
Ning Chen nodded in understanding but didn't ask any further.
"Come with me." Prince Yan turned around and walked forward.
Ning Chen followed and walked quietly behind him.
The place where the ghost girl retreated, the two walked in, Ning Chen thought for a while, and then he understood what was going on, and the cold sweat broke down on his back.
Fortunately, he came back in time, otherwise, even if the ghost girl could save her life, she would definitely be forcibly interrupted from her practice and go into trouble.
"This love, you come back!" Prince Yan said lightly.
Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "Senior, the account is not calculated like this, you can't put the blame on me."
"It's only right and proper for the junior to pay the debt for the senior," Prince Yan said calmly.
"..." Ning Chen was speechless, is there still such a statement
The two walked out of the stone room, Prince Yan took out the sword, inserted it in front of the stone room, and immediately left the place with Ning Chen.
A sword is better than ten million prohibitions. As long as it is not innate in the three disasters, if you want to break through, you will always have to pay some price.
Prince Yan is a reasonable person. He destroyed the prohibition within ten miles and returned her a sword.
"When she gets out of the customs, come and take the sword and return it to this king," Prince Yan said.
"En" Ning Chen responded.
At this moment, Ning Chen seemed to think of something and asked, "Senior, there is a sword in the underworld, do you want to go and see it?"
Prince Yan thought for a while and said, "Lead the way"
Ning Chen turned the wheelchair, walked in front, and walked towards the hall of the Netherworld.
On the bank of Weak Shui, a bottomless boat, the two of them rode across Weak Shui and immediately entered the hall.
In the empty and majestic hall, the blood-colored demon sword and the purple-gold divine sword floated on the floating stone platform, exuding a powerful coercion.
Ning Chen curled his lips subconsciously, if he said he didn't have jealousy, it would be a lie, but if it wasn't his, it wasn't his, and jealousy was useless.
Contented people are always happy, and it is enough to be jealous for this kind of thing.
Prince Yan stepped forward and reached out to touch the Divine Sword. Immediately, the swords chirped in unison, and the dazzling light sublimated sharply, fighting against the comer.
However, before the absolute strength is suppressed, the resistance of the sword is useless, and Prince Yan's hand can only be allowed to pass through the layers of restrictions and touch the sword.
"The sword is not bad," Prince Yan commented, withdrawing his hand.
"Can't you take it?" Ning Chen asked in surprise.
"You can take it, but it doesn't want to go with me," Prince Yan said calmly.
Ning Chen was helpless, okay, when he didn't ask anything.
He forgot that Senior is someone who can understand the breath of the sword, and he probably won't be able to do this after practicing for a hundred years.
After half an hour, the two returned to the other side of Ruoshui, and at night, they left the underworld together and rushed towards the academy.
In the academy, the master waited outside the hut, looked at Prince Yan walking in front, and nodded.
Prince Yan also looked at the old man in front of him. This was the first time he saw the master deity. Unlike the previous incarnations, people could not feel the breath of a martial artist.
Now it seems that the Master is the number one person in the world.
"Let's start," the Master said.
"kindness"
Prince Yan replied, his right hand was spread out, and a drop of abnormally red blood flew out. Although there was only one drop in the ups and downs of the void, it seemed to have endless vitality.
Ning Chen still didn't understand what was going on, sitting in a wheelchair at a loss.
The master raised his finger, and suddenly, the wind and clouds rolled, and the vast and majestic aura gathered from all directions, poured into the blood of the phoenix, and quickly dissolved the violent and fierce aura inside.
At the same time, Prince Yan came to Ning Chen's side, tapped his sword finger, and the innate true energy was continuously sent into the body, completely dispelling the toxicity of Huang Quanhua.
Ning Chen's body quickly decayed, but he also regained consciousness in his legs due to the poison of the yellow spring.
"Uh"
The painful voice sounded, and the poison of Huangquan quickly forced into the spiritual consciousness for the final corpse.
At this moment, the master dragged the phoenix blood purified by Haoran Qi into the former's eyebrows, protecting his spiritual consciousness.
The poison of Huangquan, which was forced into the spiritual consciousness, was quickly burnt away by the hot blood of the phoenix, and it was impossible to enter an inch.
The Master and Prince Yan stopped and stood aside, waiting for Ning Chen to wake up.
"His body is no longer saved, so he can only protect his spiritual consciousness first, and wait until he is born to see if there is a chance for a turnaround," the master said calmly.
"That's the only way." Prince Yan nodded.
The internal organs were completely burned, which is irreversible damage. In the world, there is no magic medicine that can regenerate the internal organs of mortals.
Of course, if you step into the innate, it will be another matter.
The difference between mortals and gods is much bigger than imagined. It is not only the difference in strength, but also the transformation in other aspects. The difference between nature and nurture is a day away. Only those who really step in can understand it.
"The source of darkness in his body is a disaster or a blessing, it's better to take it out as soon as possible," the master reminded.
"The two juniors are messing around, and he should suffer a little too," Prince Yan said.
It's not the body of the ghost, and there is no benefit in capturing the source of the ghost. He believes that the ghost girl is not intentional. The two people are purely ill and go to the doctor.
In the world, all kinds of special systems are unique. If it can be changed by a piece of Mingyuan, then the special system is too worthless.
Two hours later, Ning Chen woke up and stared blankly at the two people in front of him.
"Master, I'll take him to get some things, and I'll say goodbye first," Prince Yan clasped his fists and said politely.
"En." The Master nodded and didn't stay any longer.
Ning Chen was taken away by Prince Yan, and instead of returning to the underworld, he came to two large tombs.
Today, the two large tombs have become forbidden places for the Southeast generation. No one dares to enter. Monsters have been released from the Yin and Yang tombs.
Along the way, Ning Chen finally came to know his current situation. In short, with the phoenix blood protecting the spirit, he no longer had to worry that he would become a living dead.
However, there is basically no possibility of this body being cured.
Prince Yan didn't say anything about Mingyuan, he made up his mind to let Ning Chen suffer a bit and improve his memory.
The two came to the outside of the Yin-Yang Double Tomb. Prince Yan glanced at the two large tombs and said casually, "Pick one"
Ning Chen is speechless, domineering!
The senior said that the King of Medicine was useful to him, but one plant was not enough.
After so many days have passed, he has long been unclear about which of the two large tombs is now living and which is dead, but it seems that the seniors don't care.
"Shadow Grave"
Ning Chen still chose the Yin Tomb. He felt that since the scrolls of heaven were all placed in it, there must be something even worse behind the remaining two gates.
Prince Yan didn't say much. He walked to the entrance of the Yin tomb, slashed the Yin Qi in the sky with a sword, and walked into it step by step.
Today's yin tomb has changed a lot, with yin spirits all over the place, every few steps will trigger a large ban, the yin qi permeates, and a lot of death.
Needless to say, he was clearly in the wrong place.
Fortunately, he came with Prince Yan.
The green and red swords fluttered in the air, like two rainbow lights in the dark, piercing the obstacles and quickly clearing the obstacles ahead.
Ning Chen walked behind with the sword stand on his back, smacking his tongue at the sight, cow.
He didn't know how many times he had seen such a scene, but seeing it again was still a complete shock.
When he and the ghost girl came, they suffered a lot from these yin spirits, not to mention, there are still layers of restrictions and yin resistance.
After a while, four headless horsemen appeared, blocking the front.
However, at this moment, their enemies are not Ning Chen and the ghost girl, but the contemporary legend of Daxia.
Blue and red crossed, and before the four headless knights could make a move, they were split in half by two rainbow lights from the middle, and they fell down.
Ning Chen's eyelids twitched, and he was already speechless in shock.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two had come to the two unopened gates.
Prince Yan glanced at the two doors in front of him, held it in his hand, and started with the Qingjian. Immediately, he slashed towards one of the doors. With a loud bang, the door shattered, and in the dusty sky, a waterfall of mirror light flashed across the ages, illuminating the two of them.