And the other side.

Yan Qingying lay very weakly on the bed, covered in blood, pale and surrounded by black energy.

Next to it was a golden monkey about four or five feet in size, with hair that shone like gold and looked like golden threads. However, without human care, its hair had become dry and tangled.

At this moment, he was squatting beside Yan Qingying with an anxious look on his face, and he kept scratching his hair with his hands.

Ever since being poisoned by the beast's blood, Yan Qingying's physical condition has been deteriorating, and she has been extremely weak during this period of time.

Next to her, there was another person, Zhao Wuji.

"Fairy Yan, you must hold on!"

Zhao Wuji took out a towel and kept wiping the sweat from Yan Qingying's forehead. He spoke softly with a trembling voice.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to hold Yan Qingying's hand.

But he was afraid that his actions would make her feel uncomfortable, so he just touched her lightly.

Yan Qingying forced herself to open her eyes, a hint of gratitude in her eyes: "...Thank you."

Zhao Wuji forced a smile.

"Stop talking and save your energy."

Yan Qingying nodded slightly and closed her eyes, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Zhao Wuji sat beside the bed, held her hand, felt the almost cold body temperature, and his heart was filled with pain.

"Fairy Yan, this is a serious matter. I have already sent someone to notify Feitian Gate."

Yan Qingying shook her head.

"I know my own situation well. I have seen all the famous doctors in the capital."

"Senior brother is busy with affairs. Now Feitian Sect has only one Jindan cultivator who is bearing all the pressure. It is better not to cause trouble for him."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Who's outside?" Zhao Wuji calmed down and asked.

"Report to the master, the people sent to Feitianmen have returned, but, but..."

"Just nothing."

The sound outside the door sounded a little hurried.

"It's just that the old ancestor Ye is out and not in the sect. This matter is of great importance, so the Feitian Sect discussed it with many parties and sent an immortal, who has already arrived."

"What? Elder Ye is not here. What should we do?"

"indeed so."

There was some hesitation in Zhao Wuji's eyes, then he sighed and had no choice but to accept it.

The voice outside the door answered again.

"But this person who came here is also extraordinary. He inherited the water method of medical alchemy from the golden elixir ancestor of Feitian Sect."

"His alchemy skills are also quite famous. Now, the Biluo Sanqing Secret Scroll has been cultivated to the great perfection realm, and can be ranked in the top three in Feitianmen's alchemy."

After hearing this, Zhao Wuji's expression looked much better.

"Please invite the immortals in quickly."

Not long after he finished speaking, a young man came in from outside. He was wearing a black flying crane Taoist robe and had a handsome and elegant face.

Yan Qingying on the side spoke weakly.

"But nephew Chu Hao?"

After Chu Hao came in and heard Yan Qingying's voice, his face changed and he hurriedly walked to the bed and bent down.

Zhao Wuji looked at the man's skillful movements and the anxiety in his heart eased a little.

Chu Hao first gently checked Yan Qingying's pulse, then checked the black energy on her face, and finally spoke slowly.

"Uncle Master, you..."

"This toxin is indeed rare. It is actually the blood of poisonous beasts. There is more than one kind, including the Northern Frontier Ice Toad and the Southern Wasteland Six-eyed Centipede. It is a combination of the toxins of several Dan-transforming monster beasts, condensed into a real poison."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect that the person in front of me, who looks young, has such accomplishments.

Even the famous doctors in Kyoto could only tell that the blood of the poisonous beast was a mixture of poisons.
I didn't expect that this person could actually tell the origins of those poisonous beasts.

"How about it? Is there any way?"

Zhao Wuji on the side was extremely nervous.

Hearing this, Chu Hao shook his head, a trace of solemnity appearing on his face.

"No, how is it possible? Feitian Sect is a major sect of immortals. How could they not even be able to save such a person?"

He looked uneasy and a little anxious, almost losing control. Yan Qingying, who was standing beside him, saw this and hurriedly reached out to stop Zhao Wuji.

When she first met Zao Wou-Ki during her time of knowing him, she had this moment of losing control.

Yan Qingying already understood something and shook her head, which was both a comfort to him and a promise to herself.

"Chu Hao, don't worry. Who can survive a hundred years of life? I have lived for so many years and have already seen through it. It's just..."

"I just feel a little guilty. The sect has trained me for many years, but it's not time for me to repay the sect yet. Instead, I have become like this. I feel guilty."

"Uncle Master, the situation is critical now. The sect has already reported it to the Master through a secret letter."

"The level of the poisonous blood of this beast is too high, and you are practicing the Three Kings Fighting Heaven Seal, which is a very fierce method. The combination of the two is extremely difficult. I am not sure of the treatment. I need you to return to Feitian Gate quickly for treatment."

"But, but"

Chu Hao didn't say the rest. He knew that Yan Qingying was now terminally ill and no medicine could save her.

Even if he returned to Feitian Sect, it was still unknown whether Master Ye could be rescued.

Chu Hao stood beside Yan Qingying's bed, carefully checking her condition.

Zhao Wuji watched nervously from the side, hoping to read a glimmer of hope from his expression.

"Is there really no way out? There are chaos and confusion in the capital of the Great Fortune Dynasty right now, and various forces are intertwined. If we return to the sect now, I'm afraid we will be attacked by the Third Prince's lineage again."

"We can't delay any longer. If we go back now, there is still a glimmer of hope for treatment. If we delay any further, there will really be no way out."

Chu Hao dropped his hand from Yan Qingying's wrist.

Then he took out a three-color jade medicine box from the storage bag, and then took out a jade plate and scraped away the black air on Yan Qingying's face.

"The poisonous beast's blood is extremely dangerous. Once it invades the body, there is almost no cure. I will temporarily use a secret technique to stimulate Master Uncle Yan's vitality. I think it can delay it for a few days. However, this method has serious side effects and may consume Master Uncle's vitality."

"Junior Brother Chu, please do your best."

"Okay, in that case, I'm sorry."

Chu Hao first took out the Blood Activating Quansheng Pills and the Xinghuang Heart Protecting Pills and fed them to Yan Qingying.

The Sanbao All-Purpose Ointment is so precious that it cannot be bought even with spirit stones.

This time, the sect heard that Yan Qingying was in trouble.

I specially selected three pairs.

After finishing the first set, Yan Qingying's complexion looked a little better.

But soon, the power of the Three Treasures All-Purpose Ointment was suppressed by the poisonous beast's blood.

He took out the second pair.

It was not until the third dose of Sanbao Wanying Ointment was taken that Yan Qingying's complexion finally became much rosier.

Then, Chu Hao took out several special spiritual herbs and several bottles of jade liquid of different colors from the medicine box.

After using the water method to extract the medicinal liquid, Zhao Wuji ordered his servants to mix it and boil it into a decoction.

After a while, someone brought a bowl of dark brown liquid medicine.

Afterwards, Chu Hao took out the three remaining pieces of Red Flower Shennong Paste, ground them into powder, and added them in.

As this substance was incorporated, the originally turbid decoction gradually became clear and transparent.

"This safflower Shennong paste can invigorate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and eliminate all kinds of poisons. Now it is combined with the white tiger tonic soup to enhance the efficacy and protect the heart meridian." "After Uncle Yan drinks it, wait for the injury to stabilize, and we will return to the sect immediately."

And the other side.

The vast yellow sand was blown everywhere by the wind, blocking people's vision.

After Ye Yang and Li Bayuan sensed the breath of a living person, they continued to move forward along the source of the breath.

They carefully removed the rubble and debris from the ruins.

Finally, a figure was found in a buried corner.

The man was covered in dust and wore a blue Taoist robe with precious elephant flowers, but the robe was completely tattered and worn out.

What is most shocking is that his lower body was cut off at the roots.

Only the part above the abdomen is left.

If it weren't for his high level of cultivation, he would definitely not be alive today.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand, and the man, wrapped in powerful magic power, slowly rose into the air.

He clapped his hands together, and the spiritual energy around him surged into the man's body.

The Earthly Spiritual River and the Sky Spiritual River were rotating with each other, forming a whirlpool that wrapped it up and healed its injuries.

With the infusion of magic power, a faint halo appeared around the body of the corpse.

The originally pale face gradually regained some color.

However, his injuries were too severe.

Especially when the lower body was cut off, even Ye Yang couldn't heal it.

Under Ye Yang's treatment.

After a while, the figure finally slowly opened his eyes.

After coughing weakly, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He spoke weakly and tremblingly.

"You, who are you...are you here to save me?"

Ye Yang nodded.

"Yes, don't talk yet and save your energy."

The man finally reacted and looked at his lower body. He found that his lower body was empty and he couldn't believe it.

"I have become a useless person? This, this is impossible."

"I, Chen Feng, am a man of natural talent. I started practicing at the age of three, entered Taoism at the age of nine, awakened my Taoist bones at the age of twelve, became a warrior at the age of twenty, and entered the realm of a true person at the age of eighty. This is rare in the world."

"How come you have become a useless person today?"

He roared to the sky, his voice echoing in the yellow sand, carrying endless resentment and anger.

Then tears began to flow, wetting a large area of ​​sand.

He couldn't accept why he, a monk with extraordinary talent, had become a disabled person who had lost both legs.

Ye Yang and Li Bayuan watched him silently from the side, feeling very uncomfortable.

"It turned out to be Chen Feng."

Hearing this name, Ye Yang pondered for a moment.

This Chen Feng is no ordinary person. His nickname is Huangsha Daozi. The fact that he dares to use Daozi as his nickname shows his true value.

Not only is he from the direct lineage of the Huangsha Sect, but he is also extremely talented. Even in Yalong Ridge, he is well-known.

He is ranked fourth on the Hidden Dragon List, one level above Ye Yang.

Later, after he broke through to the realm of true person, he advanced to a new realm every twenty years.

Now we should be preparing to break through the Golden Core Realm.

Unexpectedly, a sudden disaster not only destroyed his future, but also turned him into a cripple with only the upper body left.

"Brother Chen, your injuries are very serious. I can temporarily seal your wounds and relieve your pain."

Ye Yang said as he took out a bottle of pills from his sleeve, poured out a pill and handed it to Chen Feng.

"This Apricot Yellow Heart Protecting Pill can help you temporarily stabilize your injuries."

Chen Feng took the medicine pill, but did not swallow it immediately. Instead, he looked at Ye Yang.

"Xinghuang Heart Protecting Pill is one of the three treasures of Feitian Sect. You are from Feitian Sect."

Li Bayuan spoke.

"I am Li Bayuan from Feitian Sect, and this is my senior brother Ye Yang. We heard that the Huangfeng Sect was destroyed by the Three-Eyed True Lord, so we came here to check it out."

Chen Feng seemed to have thought of something. He struggled to get up, sighed weakly, and greeted Ye Yang.

"It turns out that the two masters of swords and sabers are here first. I am honored to be here."

"That Three-Eyed True Lord is so terrifying. The Huangsha Sect was destroyed without any resistance."

"he"

He seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Trying to recall the previous scene.

"He didn't say a word, just a wave of his hand, and destroyed everything in our sect."

"Then, when I woke up, I found myself a cripple. If I hadn't been buried by the fragments of the top of the Chiyuan Copper Furnace, I would have been dead by now..."

There was a tone of disbelief in Chen Feng's words.

He couldn't imagine that one person could destroy a sect so easily.

Ye Yang and Li Bayuan looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Huangfeng Sect, as a veteran force at the realm of True Immortal, was still unable to withstand the attack of the Three-Eyed True Lord.

So what about Feitianmen?

Suppose one day, the Three-Eyed True Lord really attacked Feitian Gate.

How should Feitian Sect deal with itself? Is it possible that a sect with a thousand-year-old heritage and a thriving business will be reduced to ruins like the Huangfeng Sect and then blown away by the wind and rain?

Chen Feng continued to speak.

"The power of the Three-Eyed Master is unfathomable. He is at least a Jindan or Tiangang Master cultivator. The key is that his method of cultivation is completely different from ours."

"It seems that he can suppress us. The master's uncle is at the Golden Core Realm. He only fought against him for one move with the Red Yuan Copper Furnace and was defeated."

"He only said one sentence before he left."

"What?"

Ye Yang and the other two were a little surprised.

"The world is in a state of flux, with each passing day bringing new changes. These ancient methods are simply garbage and waste."

"After saying this, he left."

"It's just like the stars in the sky, out of reach."

Chen Feng paused here, as if he was thinking about something important.

"However, there is one thing I can be sure of—it seems that he did not come here for no reason."

"The head master returned from the imperial mausoleum of the Great Fortune Dynasty not long ago and gained a lot. The reason why he went to the Yellow Sand Sect to kill was definitely related to the imperial mausoleum of the Great Fortune Dynasty."

Ye Yang frowned after hearing this.

"What did you find in the imperial mausoleum that made him come to the Huangsha Sect and even want to wipe out your entire clan!"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"It's not a treasure, it's just a strand of hair." (End of this chapter)