A group of monks from the Innocence City subconsciously solidified their expressions and stood stiffly in place, not daring to move.

They were always worried that the city lord would suddenly recover and come back to life.

However, after waiting for a while, I couldn't see any reaction from the city lord's body.

There was a strange smell of burnt meat, which came from the wound of the corpse.

"The city lord... is really dead?" Kui Xin stepped forward and touched the city lord's body with a knife, unable to believe it.

"The power of a sword," Airoman sighed.

"I didn't expect it to be such a monster, I really didn't expect it."

"The days of fear are finally over"...

Most monks still smiled happily, after all, no one likes to be placed in their bodies with a remote-controlled bomb.

"By the way, what's wrong with the Sword God?"

Everyone calmed down and looked in the direction where Ye Fan fell in the distance.

There is no doubt that when everyone saw the battle just now, they were completely convinced by the name of "Sword God".

Kuisin and Airoman were even a little scared. If Ye Fan hadn't intention to kill someone, they would have been destroyed long ago.

Although Ye Fan killed the city lord not to save them, it was also equivalent to returning their freedom, which was considered to be kind to them.

I felt even more embarrassed at this moment, feeling that my previous performance was too reckless and disrespectful.

In a ruin.

Ye Fan's head was dizzy. In a dark world, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.

"Ye Fan! Ye Fan, wake up! How are you kid??"

In front of him, the figure of Liu Qinghou gradually emerged.

"Uh..." Ye Fan felt his lungs burning like fire, and breathed out with difficulty.

His hair was dry, his skin was sallow, his lips were pale and shriveled, and he looked like an old man with no vitality at all.

"You boy! You finally woke up... You are too reckless! It depends on how you hurt yourself! If you have any mistakes, you will really not be able to wake up!"

Liu Qinghou helped Ye Fan up and let him lean against a wall.

Ye Fan had no strength at all, his whole body was sore and soft, and there was no place that didn't hurt.

The key was that his spirits were extremely weak, and his whole body was destroyed from the inside out and emptied...

Liu Qinghou was right, it was no different from having died once.

Because he couldn't control the power he had to consume in the last sword.

I was swinging my sword with my vitality. If the last sword was more violent, I might have really crossed the boundary of life and death and could not wake up completely!

No matter how strong his physique or his mental power is, once his recovery speed cannot keep up with the consumption, it is equivalent to committing suicide.

Just like a plant, no matter how strong it is, if it loses too much water, it will naturally die.

"Using power that cannot be controlled at all, Xiao Yefan, this ancestor admits that you are bolder than me.

I don't want to die with such an ugly monster." Xiao Rou sat on the wall, shaking her two slender calves.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth and said weakly: "I know... you won't do your best... Then I can only rely on myself..."

At this time, a group of monks from the Innocence City also leaned over.

Seeing Ye Fan's appearance at this time, a group of monks showed complex expressions.

Everyone could see that Ye Fan was so weak that he might be able to kill him if anyone went up.

In this way, the sword god who just became the number one person in the prehistoric world might die in a hurry...

Liu Qinghou obviously realized this, especially Ye Fan defeated three guards just now.

"Xiao Rou, please take Ye Fan away quickly." Liu Qinghou looked at the group of people behind him vigilantly and whispered.

Before Xiao Rou could say anything, Kuixin glared angrily and said, "The surname is Liu! What do you mean? Who do you think I, Kuixin?

Our Kui family will not do such despicable behaviors that take advantage of others' dangers!"

"The Sword God and I have no grudges and grudges. They even killed the city lord and broke the spells in our bodies. How could we harm him?" Airoman also said.

Both of them expressed their opinions in this way. Some of the people who were ill-hearted in the future naturally dared not act rashly.

Liu Qinghou breathed a sigh of relief, "I am too careful, don't mind everyone."

Just then, Shulanting silently took out the mountain and river pen.

"Shulanting! What are you going to do?!" Liu Qinghou said nervously.

Xiao Rou rolled her eyes on the battlement, "Xiao Liu, why are you nervous? She has no murderous aura, are you stupid?"

Liu Qinghou was also concerned about it, but he was confused. After all, Ye Fan was both a descendant of an old friend and a descendant he admired very much.

Although the strength gap is huge, he still has the mentality of an elder.

Shulanting quietly raised his pen and wrote the word "Run".

Suddenly, a series of spiritual dew filled with vitality fell from the sky and fell on Ye Fan.

These spiritual energy quickly penetrated Ye Fan's body...

Only then did everyone realize that it was Shulanting who was healing Ye Fan's injuries.

"Thank you..."

Ye Fan was drowsy at this moment and muttered.

However, he immediately discovered that these highly concentrated spiritual energy rain and dew did not help his body much?!

Shulanting was also confused, and seemed to have never expected that her treatment methods would not work.

"How could this...because such a vital spiritual rain and dew should have some effect even if it is not enough!"

A group of monks were talking, showing a look of confusion.

There are also some people who seem to understand something...

"It seems that the sword god's injury is too serious, and even his ability to absorb spiritual energy is already very weak."

"It may be difficult to recover quickly, and it will take a long time to condition."

Ye Fan raised his right hand with difficulty, put it on his left wrist, and took his pulse.

He no longer had the mental power to introspection and could only treat himself through this method.

As expected, his physical functions were too weak and he had already absorbed any nutrients, including spiritual energy, and could not be quickly recovered by spiritual energy.

The backlash of the fourth level of disintegration was indeed very serious, and he was mentally prepared.

"Ye Fan, don't be discouraged. Take your time and you can always recover. When your body functions are adjusted, your recovery will be very fast," Liu Qinghou comforted.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly. It would have been fine if it were the past, but it wouldn't matter how many years of rest were spent.

But now the evil spirits invade, the chaotic void devouring is still advancing. I was seriously injured and became a useless person, but what should I do?

Just then, Xiao Rou, who was sitting on the wall, shone with big round eyes!

She stared straight at the two figures slowly walking towards the street in the distance...

"Ye Wuya!!?"

Xiao Rou screamed in surprise, as if she turned into a red cloud and quickly fell over!

Liu Qinghou was stunned and quickly turned around and looked around.

Ye Fan's eyes showed a hint of suspicion and his brows frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!