In fact, it cannot be said that Xuankong has no brains.

However, a practitioner of Taoism always pays attention to a innocent heart, lively and spotless. He has been in prison in Laoshan for nearly ten or twenty years, and naturally has a little depressed nature. Now when he goes down the mountain, he has encountered consecutive fierce battles.

Seeing the four true lords of Jingmingdao with their own eyes instantly destroyed, it was also very touching to Xuankong's psychology.

In his previous life, he was rolling around on the tip of a knife, but he was just a few small knives and sticks. The amazing thing was the May Fourth pistol. How could he have seen such a method of turning people into dust?

He was not a stubborn and silly person at first, but he had just read Taoist books for more than ten years and became a bit concise.

For a moment, my mind was touched, but instead I regained some of the escape from my nature in my previous life.

After listening to the sound of breathing next door gradually calming down, Xuankong breathed a sigh of relief. How could he be so sloppy? It was just because he was unwilling to expose his weakness in front of outsiders that he pretended to be nothing and deliberately made fun of his junior brother to rest assured.

Walking into the room that Wang Qi reserved, Xuan Kong sat at the table and waited for a while until he heard that his junior brother was asleep, he stood up from the chair.

When I stood up, I exerted a little force, and I felt a star in front of me, and I had a severe headache.

Xuankong smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that Xuankong has been practicing Qi for twenty years, but he still can't beat those monsters that have accumulated over the years." He thought to himself that in such a world of hidden dragons and creeping tigers, even if he passed down the Taoist tradition in the future, what would those disciples use to go against these old monsters that have been thousands of years old?

Don’t ask for the devils to be eliminated, but just to protect yourself.

I always have to think of a way to come out.

Xuankong stopped and was in place, with his eyes swimming up the fairy sword around his waist. I remember that in later generations, there seemed to be an excessive sword immortal era between Qi Refiners and cultivators. In his previous life, he thought it was a story made up by an online writer himself.

Unexpectedly, in this world, if you really want to build your own cultivation system, you must also need the help of such a sword immortal guardian who is purely used to attack.

He shook his head, feeling dry mouth and dared not think about it anymore.

The most urgent task now is to recover your internal injuries first, otherwise you will not be able to save your life, so how can you have time to think about your future development? Xuankong thought about this and barely took a few steps, and almost fell to the ground with his body tilted.

He didn't see that on the windowsill, a small yellow-haired fox was peeping inside the house with his eyes open.

Seeing Xuan Kong's body falling, he quickly covered his mouth with his two front paws and thought to himself: "Ah, it turns out that he suffered such a serious internal injury?"

Xuankong hurriedly reached out and held it on the table, his face turned pale. He did not expect that the damage caused by excessive use of the soul or even harmed the soul. As for the internal injuries on his body, it was not too serious. The internal injuries of the internal organs were cured by doctors in this world.

However, for the Qi Refiner who cultivates immortality and achieves enlightenment, he will be fine after only two days of maintenance.

On the contrary, the soul is shocked and the serious overdrawn of the true energy is fatal.

Xuan Kong sighed secretly, struggled for a few steps, moved to the edge of the bed and stumbled on the bed, and sat cross-legged with both hands. He took a strong breath of true energy from the Purple Mansion Golden Pill, and started to operate again following the almost dry and eight extraordinary meridians.

The usually extremely relaxed transport of Zhoutian has become like torture at this moment.

Xuan Kong fought with Zhenren Shen Hui while taking the time to force the thunder technique, which caused many tendons and veins in his body to shake out scars. Later, when the true energy in his body was empty, he forced himself to absorb the power of the true dragon in the small white dragon dragon ball to activate the twelve Yuanchen formation, which even more damage to the tendons and veins.

When fighting, you will be happy and happy, and it will be time to settle the score after the war.

Xuan Kong put his arms slightly in front of his chest, and meditated on the appearance of Yingyuan Thunder God in his heart. After stabilizing his soul, he quickly raised his true aura and entered his heart to protect his overwhelmed heart. There was no choice at this moment. It was time to pay off his debts. Xuan Kong grinned his teeth and insisted on pursuing his true qi.

It was not until the third day that the originally chaotic true energy in the body was finally re-introduced into the purple palace under the guidance of Xuankong. The golden elixir obtained this true energy and re-ignited the elixir fire, burning all the hidden injuries in the body one by one.

But as he had calculated before, the damage to the eight extraordinary meridians still takes more time to nourish it. It takes at least half a month for Xuankong to attack with all his strength.

But it doesn't matter. After all, you can't meet a thousand-legged centipede spirit like Cihang Pudu, who has ten thousand years of cultivation every day.

The yellow-haired fox slid on the windowsill without any awareness of the passage of time. He looked at Xuan Kong with tears in his eyes to repair his tendons and veins. Since her spiritual intelligence began, no one has ever been so good to her. Only Xuan Kong is helping her and protecting her regardless of the reward.

The little fox didn't want anything else, but just looked at Xuankong, and there seemed to be endless thoughts in his eyes.

She is still simple now. It was not until a long time since the little fox knew what this kind of look meant. It was just that at that time, people had already experienced too much. Xuankong closed his eyes and his face turned from white to red, and his hands turned into thunder magic tricks and looked at the sky with one finger.

A ray of lightning escaped from the window and hit Xuankong.

Xuan Kong borrowed the help of Qianyuan Thunder Method, opened his eyes and shot out the light of about a foot long. He sprayed blood from a mouthful of blood and dripped it far away and turned black when it fell to the ground. It turned out to form a blood clot. Qianyuan Thunder Method is the natural nemesis of a monster. The little fox was shocked and rushed back to Wang Qi's room next door, but he also avoided being discovered by Xuan Kong.

This mouthful of blood was the wounded blood in Xuankong's body. After spitting it out, it was really much easier. Xuankong followed the trend to activate the true energy in his body and returned to his position. He let out a long breath of turbid air and stood up from the bed. He touched his head and smiled bitterly: "This time I almost died, but I can't do such a stupid business again in the future."

I reflected on myself that if I hadn't had a quarrel with Shen Hui, I wouldn't have fought all the way to Bianjing City to alarm the old fairy Cihang Pudu.

If it weren't for alarming Cihang Pudu and the Giant Eagle King, I wouldn't have suffered such internal injuries.

Shaking his head, poured himself a cup of tea, drank the water and relieved his thirst, Xuankong untied himself and sat back on the bed. This time, he meditated, he would no longer have to work hard to carry the Zhoutian. He just adjusted his breathing and meditated quietly and practiced his qi until dawn.

This human world is really terrible. Xuan Kong just used his spiritual sense to sweep away, and at least dozens of bloody auras rose into the sky. It was clear that some heroes on the street were fighting desperately. In these bloody auras, I don’t know how many demons and monsters were hiding in their saliva and spitting out.

In the darkness, some strange-shaped existences slowly appeared.
Chapter completed!