A young man quickly came to this person, opened his covered hair, and his handsome face came into his eyes. However, under the temptation of the young man, the person's mouth and nose were no longer breathing, and there was no trace of inspiration around him.

The young man's eyes turned and he kept searching the man's body. After more than a dozen breaths, the young man said with a frustration: "It's really bad luck. This guy doesn't even have a magic weapon on him."

"Senior Brother Li, he... is he dead?" A disciple of Jiuhua Immortal Sect tentatively said.

The young man smiled disdainfully and said, "What's so strange about a dead man in this million-mile Haoxuan Mountain? Seeing that he was broken all over, he must have been hurt like this by a monster, and finally exhausted it."

"Okay, let's go back to the clan soon, and the elders of the province are worried about us."

The young man greeted him and returned to the sect with a group of disciples of Jiuhua Immortal Sect. As for the dead corpse in the grass, naturally, these disciples of Jiuhua Immortal Sect would not take a look at each other.

After all, in this vast earthly world, the most deficient one is dead, and these disciples are no longer a surprise.

"Hey, Li Jiangliu, you are not leaving yet." A girl frowned and scolded a young man behind her.

"ah?"

"Here's here!"

Li Jiangliu was thin, dressed a little frugal, and had a hint of tenderness on his face. His cultivation was only in the Golden Pill stage. He looked at the corpse in the grass with a little unbearable feeling, and then quickly caught up with everyone.

"Gee!"

A female disciple sneered: "Don't you know Jiang Liu yet? He is very kind-hearted. Even a little rabbit will be sad for a long time after he died. I guess he was so pitiful to see this man die, and want to bury him?"

"Jiang Liu, it's not that my senior brother said, you have been in the art for ten years, but you have just entered the Golden Pill Stage. You have to know that in another three years, it will be a competition for outer disciples. If you can't enter the Nascent Soul Stage, you will be expelled from the Jiuhua Immortal Sect." The senior brother surnamed Li scolded him dissatisfied.

"Okay, why do you say so much to this waste? With his current cultivation level, how can you enter the Nascent Soul stage in three years?" A senior sister said coldly and disdainful.

Li Jiangliu's face was pale, and there was a mist in his eyes. He held back his tears from falling, lowered his head and returned to Jiuhua Immortal Sect with his head down.

...

Night falls, stars are everywhere,

A thin figure drove the magic sword through the void, but his figure was a little unstable. It was obvious that his sword-controlling technique was not so skillful.

"Finally found!"

Li Jiangliu was happy with a little face, and swooped down with his sword technique, landed directly beside a bush, then quickly carried the corpse in the bush, and went to the distance with his sword again.

Jiuhua Immortal Sect, the Meridian Peak, the Back Mountain.

This is a barren forest. Under the reflection of the stars in the sky, the thin figure of Li Jiangliu is reflected. The young man is controlling the spiritual sword to dig the ground, and in a short while, he dug out a three-meter-long pit.

If this scene is seen by the disciples of Jiuhua Immortal Sect, they will definitely scold him. The disciples of Jiuhua Immortal Sect actually use the spiritual sword in their hands to dig a hole, which is simply a destruction of the reputation of Jiuhua Immortal Sect.

"Senior, it's fate that we meet. I can't bear to have my corpse abandoned in the wilderness. I can only dig a grave for you, and you can rest in peace under the nine springs!"

Li Jiangliu bowed to the corpse three times, and even muttered something. Obviously, it was not the first time he had done such a thing.

After worshiping the unknown corpse on the ground, Li Jiangliu was about to bury the corpse. But before he could do it, the unknown corpse on the ground suddenly moved, and the pale palm quietly pressed on the young man's feet, and an extremely faint voice also came at this moment.

"Water...water..."

"ah!"

The young man Li Jiangliu screamed in horror, extremely harsh in this empty woods, but he immediately covered his mouth and tried his best to calm himself down.

"He...he's not dead yet?"

The young man Li Jiangliu murmured to himself, his face a little complicated, but he still carried an unknown body and set up a magic sword to go to his residence.

...

Jiuhua Immortal Sect, the Handicap Peak.

A simple stone house with a bed made of solid wood, nothing else.

Ye Xuan's face was pale and his breathing was extremely weak. He was lying on the bed and fell into a coma.

Looking at Ye Xuan's pale and colorless face, the young man Li Jiangliu had a little fear in his eyes, but he still pulled the water bottle plug and carefully fed the clear spring water into Ye Xuan's mouth little by little.

"cough!"

A light cough came from Ye Xuan's mouth, and even a trace of blood was spilled out from the corner of his mouth with the spring water. He tried his best to open his eyes, and the feeling of tens of millions of needles came from his soul, which made Ye Xuan's face extremely distorted.

The pain, the pain that teared the soul, made Ye Xuan resist without roaring. He tried his best to support his arms and wanted to stand up.

Bang!

He was weak all over. Ye Xuan fell down on the bed, and a lot of cold sweat wet his body. It was obvious that he seemed very difficult to move a little now.

"What a Yang Jian, what a destructive immortal light!"

Ye Xuan murmured coldly, and the murderous intent contained in the voice also made the boy feel cold in his heart, and his eyes looking at Ye Xuan were even more afraid.

"You... don't move around... You are so hurtful!" Li Jiangliu plucked up the courage to come to Ye Xuan, and his voice trembled slightly.

Thoughts turned around, Ye Xuan suppressed the violent murderous intent in his heart. He looked at Li Jiangliu with his eyes, knowing that it was the boy in front of him who saved him.

"Little brother, what's your name? What's this place?" Ye Xuan said calmly.

"My name is Li Jiangliu, I am an outer disciple of Jiuhua Immortal Sect. This is the Servant Peak of Jiuhua Immortal Sect." The young man answered truthfully, but he looked at Ye Xuan with a slightly curious look.

"Jiuhua Immortal Sect?"

Ye Xuan murmured, trying his best to recall the scene of his last battle with Yang Jian.

Suddenly, Ye Xuan remembered that he used the taboo technique to combine it with the human weapon of the Heaven-Slaying Ji, and barely resisted Yang Jian's destruction of immortal light, and then he fell from the heavenly court to the lower realm.

"It seems that this is undoubtedly the Earth Immortal Realm!"

Ye Xuan murmured to himself, which also made him feel relieved. If he was still in the Heavenly Court with his serious injury, the Jade Emperor would never let him go.

Looking at Ye Xuan falling into deep thought, Li Jiangliu opened his mouth to ask something, but he swallowed it back when he was on his lips, but he looked at Ye Xuan with a look of doubt.

At this time, Ye Xuan kept examining his body and his brows were tightly frowning.

The immortal power in his body disappeared, and the slight use of the power of the soul made him extremely painful. Obviously, he was injured too much in this battle with Yang Jian.
Chapter completed!