Qin Hao ran away frantically, blood flowed out from the wound, and bursts of tearing pain came from his heart. From time to time, he would feel weak and weak, his head was dizzy, and he could hardly tell the direction. He just kept going. The child ran quickly forward.
At this moment, his speed has increased to the extreme, even faster than before he was injured, so that the high-speed advancement and air generated super pressure, tearing his already serious wounds even more hideously and horribly. , the whole person was bloody and bloody.
In fact, if it were just an injury from the previous battle, no matter how serious it was, it would only be a skin injury. Even if the internal organs were damaged, after all, he would have mental energy to control him and he would not collapse. As long as he stops and has a good rest now, stops the bleeding first, slowly regains his strength and uses his body's energy to repair the wound, with his devilish physique, it is not difficult to heal the wound.
However, at the moment when he broke through the siege and escaped, the flying sword of the Tianshi Mansion really made him suffer. It actually penetrated the heart and almost cut the whole heart in half. You know, the heart is the most important organ of the human body. It is said that the human heart is constantly moving, and blood travels through the meridians, transporting energy to every part of the body. The mind is the master of the body, the root of all things, and the master of the internal organs.
With such damage to the heart, even a cultivator should definitely die, but Qin Hao not only did not die, but he was able to hold on and burst out at a speed that exceeded the limit. If everyone in the Tianshi Mansion saw this, You will be amazed by his monster and freakish talent!
Even Qin Hao himself thought that he would die if his heart was penetrated. He did not have any extravagant hope that he could survive. He specifically chose to escape in the opposite direction based on a ray of spiritual thought in Yunshan's body. If he couldn't survive, forget it. At least, at least Don't let Yunshan and Mu Qianxue get caught by those bullshit from Tianshi Mansion.
However, the more he felt like this, his body that should have been withered was filled with traces of energy. Although it was a very small amount, for him who was seriously injured and running away at this moment, it was like rain from the sky, saving him from danger. among.
However, this does not mean that he is really out of the crisis. The price paid in this battle was too tragic. His heart was damaged and his blood flow was affected, and the strength in his body will still gradually dry up. However, he did not dare to stop. He knew that the elders of the Tianshi Mansion would not let him go so easily. There was a possibility of being overtaken at any time. At least he could not stop until he was sure that he was basically behind him.
He was tireless and ran all the way, keeping his speed at his limit without any purpose. He just ran and kept running, so that later on his consciousness gradually began to blur and he didn't know where he ran. .
He tried his best to wake himself up, but he had no choice but to find that the previous battle was an overdraft both physically and mentally, and he almost ran out of energy.
In fact, what he didn't know was that although the elders of the Tianshi Mansion were searching for traces of him in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, this place was really too big, and their search was only in the outer parts. It was no different than trying to find Qin Hao. Looking for a needle in a haystack.
Secondly, everyone saw the scene where Qin Hao was pierced by a flying sword and his heart was bleeding. With such a fatal injury, even if he escaped, they didn't think he could survive in this hundred thousand mountains. Since he couldn't find any trace, he had to retreat temporarily and assemble at the entrance of Shiwan Mountain. He sent a message back to the gate and called on his disciples to search for traces of Qin Hao.
After all, so many masters of refining Qi and transforming gods together surrounded and killed Qin Hao, who was seriously injured. Instead of killing the opponent, they also killed two masters and allowed the opponent to escape. This is simply a shame for everyone, no matter it is From the perspective of the sect, they are worried about Qin Hao's revenge after his recovery, or from the perspective of personal face, they must kill Qin Hao with their own hands!
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die!
Although this situation seems like Qin Hao is in crisis, it is actually a good thing for him. After all, it takes time to deliver the message and summon the disciples, and now, what Qin Hao needs is the time to recover.
At this moment, Qin Hao in the Hundred Thousand Mountains did not know what was going on in the outside world. He had been fighting for almost an afternoon and had been running all night. When the morning glow came out and welcomed the dawn, he finally faced the point where the oil was exhausted and there was no more energy in his body. There was no energy available, his legs were like lead, and his body seemed to be weighed down by a huge boulder. He could no longer support his escape, and he fell with a thump into the woods, motionless.
If it weren't for the weak breathing and the ups and downs of his chest, he would be almost the same as a dead person now.
Qin Hao wanted to move, but found that the sequelae of overdraft limit were already coming one after another. He had no strength at all, and the power of his soul was extremely weak. He could not sense the senses of his limbs, let alone control the limbs of his body.
He tried hard to stay awake and repair his injuries, but found that he could not use his exhausted strength, nor could he absorb the remaining spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air. In the end, he was too tired and gradually fell asleep.
However, what he didn't know was that just after he passed out, a shadow appeared next to him. The man was wearing flowing white clothes, wearing a square scarf, holding a folding fan in his hand, and was dressed as a scribe. If Qin Hao was awake, he would definitely Exclaimed, this person is the white-clothed scribe who left the method of training the soul that he had seen before in the sea of spiritual consciousness.
When the white-clothed scribe appeared, the Demon King would naturally not react without any response. Feeling the fluctuation of his spiritual thoughts, a golden stream of light flew out of Qin Hao's body and turned into a shadow to confront the white-clothed scribe.
"Taihao, you still dare to appear in front of me? You have repeatedly done harm to me. Do you really think that I will not dare to kill you if you have achieved the power of a saint? With just a divine thought, even though I am only a soul now, I will still be dead. You can destroy it with just a flip of your hand!" The Demon Emperor was no longer as excited as before this time, and his words were even a little bland, but they also contained confidence and domineering, and he was worthy of being the emperor he once was.
The scribe in white just smiled faintly: "Do you really have any extra energy to argue with me now? Although it has consumed a lot of my energy to defy the will of heaven and earth and come to this place of exile with your soul, your soul is still weak after sleeping for tens of thousands of years. Even if there is not much energy left after awakening, destroying my dispensable spiritual thoughts and consuming the energy used to survive and save my life, when the host is seriously injured and on the verge of death, are you not afraid that this kid will die and drag you with him?"
"You don't need to worry about it. He and I are one, and I will naturally save him. As for you, you have tried your best to break through the shackles of heaven and earth and come here with your spiritual thoughts. What exactly do you want to do?" the Demon King shouted coldly, with a look in his eyes. The undisguised expression of disgust and hatred.
"Of course I am here to help him. The last spiritual thought that remained in his body was left tens of thousands of years ago. Over the years, I have obtained a lot of ancient scriptures that contain the great road, and sent them to him for him to study. Enlightenment, enlightenment." The scribe in white smiled.
"Ha..." The old demon just sneered at this and sneered, "Do you think I will believe it? I don't know how selfish you are? You will not do anything that is not beneficial to you. , you deliberately appeared around him again and again, and even taught him the method of refining the gods, what kind of peace of mind do you have?"
The white-clothed scribe's face was slightly dull, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "That's all, I won't argue with you. If you really want to say that, after all, he is one with you. In the past, you were so dazzling, but today you can't even reach the divine transformation stage. I I look anxious. With your speed, how long will it take for revenge?" (To be continued)