Fang Xi did not fall into a coma for a long time. In fact, except for the last blow, Dayin Xisheng, which injured him, the thunder tribulation and thousands of thunderstorms in front did not cause him any fundamental losses. []

It can be said that if it weren't for the last soundless wave attack, Fang Xi could have even survived this heavenly tribulation without any harm! If it was really achieved, it would probably be another extraordinary move that shocked the world of cultivators.

"Where am I?" Shaking my dizzy head, a hint of confusion appeared on Fang Xi's face. Looking at the strange stone beds, stone chairs and stone benches beside her, Fang Xi suddenly had the illusion that she had suddenly come from the noisy world to Fang Wai Taoyuan...

After a closer look, he saw an old man who had no breath on his body sitting quietly beside him, closing his eyes without saying a word.

"A peerless master!" He was secretly shaking in his heart. Fang Xi did not underestimate the old man who was about to be transformed. The keen intuition in his body clearly told him that this old man who seemed harmless was definitely a dangerous person who could easily take his life. He was a character who was very good at playing pigs and eating tigers, and of course he would not make the stupid mistake of underestimating the enemy. Fortunately, he did not find any hostility in the old man, and there should be no problem.

When he thought of this, Fang Xi's tense body finally slowly relaxed. His last memory was that he was still under the pressure of the heavenly tribulation, and then he roared heavily in his ears and fell into a coma. He had no memory of what happened later...

"Are you awake?" The old man's eyelids slowly trembled and slowly opened his eyes. The old man's seemingly turbid pupils had a flash of extremely difficult-to-detect splendor flashed through.

"Senior, did you save me? Fang Xi was so grateful." Seeing the old man speak, Fang Xi's face was filled with joy, and he quickly got up to get out of bed and bow to thank him.

But things went against his wishes. As soon as he exerted his force, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest, which made his face pale and he had to sleep and lie down again.

"Haha, don't hurry up, let's take a rest." The old man smiled kindly at Fang Xi and said softly: "It's not me who saved you, and the power of the heavenly tribulation is not something I can deal with."

"You mean" a hint of unnatural expression suddenly appeared on Fang Xi's face, "Is there someone else who saved me?"

He shook his head with a smile, and the old man said lightly: "Any creature that does not pass the tribulation under the heavenly tribulation will be difficult to get to the core area." But just as he said this, Yao Ping's golden light shone through the scene of her body flashing through the ripples of the sky.

He coughed unnaturally, and then said, "There is only one person who can save you from the heavenly tribulation."

"One?" asked in surprise, Fang Xi seemed to have some insight. He pointed at his nose and said unbelievably: "Is it me?"

He nodded with a smile, and the old man laughed. It seemed that the other party was quite satisfied with his understanding.

"Shouldn't I be in Yueyuan Pavilion? Also, senior, are you?" As if I suddenly thought of something, Fang Xi suddenly asked in horror.

"Tell me your guess." The old man raised his chin and did not answer his words positively, obviously he wanted to take Fang Xi.

It was clear in my heart that Fang Xi knew that he had seen many experts in the Daorong period like Lin Tao. In addition to the head of Yueyuan Pavilion, Lin Tao and the Supreme Elders, including the head of Yu Yaozhai and the Supreme Elders, there was no way to avoid his spiritual sense, and the old man in front of him actually gave him an ordinary feeling...

"You are injured and cannot stand up and salute, so please forgive me!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

He laughed to the sky, and a hint of rosy appeared on the face of the ancestor of Yue Yuan Pavilion. Obviously, Fang Xi's intelligence was really his favorite.

"Okay, you'll be well prepared for your injury. When your injury is healed, Master, I have some things to ask you." His smile slowly calmed down, and the ancestor of Yueyuan Pavilion closed his eyes gently again. Obviously, he was not going to say anything more.

"Yeah." Nodded, Fang Xi also closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, and began to use his skills to recover his injuries. Although his injuries on his body are not fatal, for Fang Xi, who has many secrets, this unsafe state will always make him feel uneasy.

There seemed to be no time passing in the simple stone palace, and everything was slowly brewing in endless loneliness. There was an unprecedented blue light on Fang Xi's body shining crystal clear under her skin, and the unconscious righteousness emitted by the air around her radiantly "crackling".

I don’t know how long it took, but outside this peaceful space, it was suddenly disturbed by a powerful force.

"Zhang Feng! You old guy won't be chopped into ashes by the heavenly tribulation, right?!" An arrogant roar suddenly came into the stone mansion, shattering several stone benches.

"How could I die before I die?" The old man who had been closed suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and a terrifying light flashed deep in his pupils. When the other party came, he provoked like this, obviously because the person who came was not kind.

"This is" suddenly awakened from meditation. Fang Xi's momentum had completely recovered. Nearly three months passed quietly in this stone chamber. He finally recovered the injuries on his body. Most importantly, he actually vaguely captured the charm of the last move of the big sound and the sound of the sound!

In addition to healing his wounds, he has always immersed his mind in the rhythm before the final coma, and carefully realized the deeper Taoist rhyme.

"Are you another master in the Mahayana stage?!" A storm suddenly arose in his heart, and Fang Xi suddenly felt a hint of indescribable tension in his heart. A master in the Mahayana stage is an existence that even if he has exhausted his trump card, he has no ability to compete. He may still be able to use his means to protect himself unexpectedly, but he has no chance in the Mahayana stage!

"It's still not strong enough!" The fist was slowly clenched. The existence of the ancestor Zhang Feng made him realize that not only Yueyuan Pavilion, but also the other seven major sects and even some hidden sects were in charge of the Mahayana period.

The news immediately made Fang Xi nervous.

Canglan Pavilion and Yu Yaozhai, these sects regard him as thorns in their eyes, and wish they could kill them quickly. Although he still can't get to the eye of these old guys at this level, what about the future? When he can compete with the masters of the Dao Rong stage above level? Will these old ghosts still sit idly by?

Fang Xi was immediately scared and sweated.

To become stronger, he must become stronger faster!! (To be continued...)
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