"How long will it take for you to recover from your injury?" At this moment Jiang Yihuan asked.
"I don't know." Wang Feng shook his head.
However, such a simple shaking of the head startled Jiang Yihuan, because he found that Wang Feng's head was almost shaken off from his body. It looked really scary.
"You'd better stop shaking your head and recover quickly. Even I feel scared when you look like this."
"Then I'll trouble Brother Jiang." As he spoke, Wang Feng sat cross-legged on the spot, and then he began to use his Dantian to recover from the injury. Fortunately, although his injury was serious, the damage to the foundation was visible. He believed that he would You should be able to recover in less than ten days.
After all, his physical body is also devouring the surrounding spiritual energy all the time, plus the effect of the elixir. The two are superimposed on each other, and the recovery speed is naturally faster.
When the day passed, Wang Feng's whole body was covered with a layer of blood cocoons, and it looked like he had become a blood rice dumpling. However, this was a good start, because it meant that Wang Feng's injuries were beginning to improve.
This blood cocoon does not look very good on the surface, but inside this blood cocoon, Wang Feng's physical body has almost recovered, except for the internal injuries.
Everyone knows that external injuries are easy to cure, but internal injuries are not so easy. Under such circumstances, Wang Feng may have to spend some effort.
"Being strong makes sense."
Seeing Wang Feng in such pain, Jiang Yihuan couldn't help but shake his head. It is estimated that no monk in the world can withstand a practice like Wang Feng's.
Even if he enters the Heavenly Tribulation, he is still in danger of death, but every time Wang Feng practices, he will trigger the Heavenly Tribulation. This is simply a perversion among perversions.
On the first day, Wang Feng healed his injuries. On the second day, the blood cocoons attached to his body fell off automatically, revealing skin that looked like a newborn baby underneath.
Even women would be envious of Wang Feng's skin now. It's so good, pure and free of any impurities.
"Brother Jiang, you don't have to look at me all the time. You can also sit down and practice beside me. As long as no one comes to attack me, it won't be a big problem."
"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me. I haven't made much progress even in my cultivation. I'll just watch you. That way I feel more at ease."
"That would be troublesome."
Since Jiang Yihuan is unwilling to practice, Wang Feng will not say anything more, and what Jiang Yihuan said makes sense. After the monk's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Immortal Martial Realm, it will be extremely difficult to improve at all. If he, Wang Feng, were not different The path he followed, maybe he is still treading water now.
However, different paths may not work now, because Wang Feng has already felt the shackles. It is already so difficult for him to extract even a gray-brown mist. If he wants to think more in the future, even if it is the price he has to pay, will be bigger.
Therefore, if he still wants to continue to be strong, Wang Feng is dwarfed by him, and he has no means that he can use.
Wang Feng didn't know how the saint cultivated, but the Holy Sect was rich in land and resources, and there was also the black stone that contained the power of the avenue. If Wang Feng had taken the path of the heart of the avenue, he might be using that black stone now. Use stones to practice.
Fortunately, Wang Feng took a path that no one had ever walked before, otherwise he might not be as powerful as he is now.
As long as the monks who practice the power of the avenue see him, they will be suppressed by him. As for those ordinary supremes at the same level as him, they don't even have the strength to fight back in front of Wang Feng. There is a huge gap.
"After this extraction, we have to change the method."
The load of extracting the gray-brown mist is too great for Wang Feng. It's not that he can't bear it. In fact, if he continues like this, once the saint comes, then even if he has the ability to reach the sky, it is estimated that the final The end is inevitable.
Therefore, he had to find a relatively safer method to improve his cultivation, otherwise if the worst thing happened, he might not even have time to regret it.
His cultivation was recovering bit by bit, and under such circumstances, Wang Feng could feel that his own power was being regained bit by bit.
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"Finally half recovered." Five days later, Wang Feng stood up. At this moment, his injuries had recovered nearly half. Although he had not fully recovered, he had the most basic abilities.
"Brother Jiang, let's leave here first." At this moment Wang Feng said.
"Have you recovered?"
Seeing Wang Feng standing up, with the aura all over his body rising like the sun, Jiang Yihuan couldn't help but show joy on his face.
"No." Wang Feng shook his head, and then said: "My injury is quite serious. It will probably take about five days to recover. I don't think this place is very safe. Let's leave here first."
"That's fine."
The number of catastrophes that occur here is too frequent. Although this place is inaccessible, who knows if others will pass by here, so it is good to find a safe place to recover.
"Why don't we go back to the Black Robe World? I haven't seen them for such a long time, and I don't know how their cultivation is progressing now." At this moment, Wang Feng's voice came out.
"It's okay to go back and take a look. I feel uncomfortable staying out here all the time."
You must know that Wang Feng has a family, and his family is still running around outside. Doesn't this mean he is neglecting his family members
As the saying goes, only when you lose can you learn to cherish. Jiang Yihuan now wants to stay with his daughter, but it's a pity that people don't like him. Even if he has such an idea, it can only be a fantasy.
That's why he envied Wang Feng. At least Wang Feng had a complete family.
Looking at him again, he has nothing but himself. He is all alone.
Now that they had such an idea, Wang Feng and Jiang Yihuan did not hesitate anymore. At this moment, the two of them headed straight for the black-robed world.
When he came to this black-robed world, Wang Feng found that the power of the avenue in this place was much thinner than before. It seemed that it had been absorbed by everyone. Another reason was that Wang Feng had poached many black people in this world. Stone, without this thing, the world would originally lack the power of the avenue. In addition, the people around Wang Feng now also need to absorb the power of the avenue, which results in the lack of the power of the avenue in this place.
"It seems that everyone's cultivation has improved during our absence." A smile appeared on Wang Feng's face.