Chapter 772 Ten Thousand Demons
The spirit ship is flying in the starry sky. Although it is very fast, compared to the vast starry sky, it cannot feel its movement at all. It is like a dead branch floating in the water, and it is extremely quiet.
Yi Yun had been on this spirit ship for several hours. When he woke up again, he found that he had slept on a soft bed with a thick mattress under him. He didn't know what the mattress was. The feathers of the spirit beast are woven, which is extremely soft, and he is also covered with a brocade quilt, which is very warm.
At this time, Yi Yun was already fully awake, but his body was still extremely weak. First, he burned his blood essence, and then he was attacked by energy because he used the power that his body couldn't bear. Then he was dragged into the space storm, and his whole body was destroyed. The meridians were broken seven, seven, eight, eight, and now his situation can really be described as appalling.
If an ordinary martial artist turned into Yi Yun's like this, it would be a problem whether the injury could be fully healed, and the root cause of the disease would likely be left behind, which would affect the future of martial arts.
And Yi Yun has the original amethyst, and can absorb the power of heaven and earth to repair his body all the time. He is a perfect pure yang body, but he is not worried that the meridians will not continue, so there is no need to worry about this.
However, Yi Yun was going to be weak for a long time.
In Yi Yun's dantian, the real gold clone of Taiyi and the puppet of the demon god suffered much less injuries, especially the puppet of the demon god with strong vitality, which did not lose much combat power at all. Yi Yun estimated that when he recovered 30% to 40% of his strength, he would You can control the evil energy, and when the time comes to summon the demon puppet, you don't have to worry about the demon puppet getting out of control, so that you have some means of life-saving.
Right now, Yi Yun was only worried about Lin Xintong. After being caught in the vortex of space, Lin Xintong didn't know where to go.
"Hey, are you awake?"
At this moment, a round-faced girl who looked thirteen or fourteen years old walked into Yi Yun's resting room. Her skin was fair and tender, her cheeks were rosy, and she looked very cute.
The girl entered the room and took a pot of tea at the back of the room. She looked like she was a little maid. Of course, this pot of tea was not for Yi Yun.
"Well, wake up...Thank you for saving me."
Yi Yun said sincerely. Without this spirit ship, I am afraid that I would have to float in the starry sky for seven or eight years before I can rely on those weak heaven and earth vitality to slowly repair my injuries.
Although seven or eight years was short for Yi Yun's life, in the first half of Yi Yun's martial arts journey, time was extremely precious.
Martial Artists have a long life span, often 100,000 years, or a million years, but they are only in their youth when they have the most vigorous life potential and the fastest cultivation base to enter the realm.
Many martial artists rushed to a very high cultivation realm in one go, and once they are in a certain realm, their potential is exhausted, or they encounter a bottleneck, they may be stuck in this realm, and in the next hundreds of thousands of years, they will At most, his cultivation level can only be improved by a big realm, unless he encounters a world-shattering opportunity, there will be a turnaround.
Yi Yun couldn't afford to waste these seven or eight years.
Hearing Yi Yun's words, the little maid giggled, "It's so fun to talk to you."
The little girl seemed to have discovered a new continent. Yi Yun first arrived in the Twelve Emperor Heaven. He had not yet fully learned the language of the Twelve Emperor Heaven. He only relied on some memories of the language used by Qingyang-Jun in the secret realm of the Empress. Naturally, she stumbled, but she was teased by this innocent little girl.
"If you want to thank us, thank our lady, she saved you." The little girl suddenly remembered something here, and said, "My name is Tao'er, you can rest here first, it is estimated that our spirit ship still has It takes four or five days to return."
Seeing that the little maid was about to leave with the teapot, Yi Yun hurriedly stopped her, "That... little girl Tao'er, I don't know where your young lady is. I want to meet her and thank her in person."
Being rescued by someone, it is also polite to say thank you, and the key is... Yi Yun wants to know about Lin Xintong.
After Yi Yun and Lin Xintong both cultivated into the third realm of "The Heart Sutra of the Empress", Yi Yun and Lin Xintong actually had a faint telepathy.
In the case of close distance, they can vaguely perceive the existence of each other.
But now, Yi Yun didn't feel anything. There was no doubt that Lin Xintong was not on this spirit ship.
But even so, Yi Yun wanted to ask the young lady that the little maid was talking about, hoping to find out Lin Xintong's whereabouts.
"You don't need to care about this," the little girl waved her hand casually, "To be honest, although our lady saved you, it's just a trivial matter for the lady, she won't care about it, the lady is busy with cultivation, and There are many important things to do, and I guess the lady may not have time to see you."
The little girl smiled when she said this, turned around and left.
Seeing that the door was closed, Yi Yun sighed. Indeed, in his current state, he was almost like a refugee, and there was nothing good in his body. Tao'er's young lady saved her only out of a kind heart, and it was impossible to say how much she valued herself.
In the four or five days that the spirit ship was out, whether I could see this young lady or not is still a question. And even if he saw it, it was impossible for the other party to help him find Lin Xintong.
"Xintong...you must not be in trouble."
Although Lin Xintong's understanding of the law is not as good as his own, his cultivation base is similar to his.
Yi Yun comforted himself like this, and began to meditate and adjust his breath. He was hurt too badly, so he must hurry up to heal.
The spirit ship roams in space, and the Luo clan seems to have some task to do, and people come in and out from the spirit ship every day.
After all, in other people's territory, Yi Yun wouldn't go to find out what they were doing. He was just left in the room, as if he had been forgotten. For a few days, Tao'er would occasionally appear in this room. Take some things, and sometimes give Yi Yun some spiritual food.
After going back and forth, Yi Yun was already familiar with this little girl.
Although Tao'er is only a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, she actually has the cultivation of the peak of Zixue, and is about to break through the Yuanji. Compared with the young heroes of Tai'an Kingdom, they are faintly higher than one level. .
The little maid had no scheming, and told Yi Yun a lot of things. From these conversations, Yi Yun gradually got a general idea of the twelve emperors. At least Yi Yun knew that the emperor he belonged to was ten. Which is the weight of the two emperors.
When Yi Yun planned to go to the Twelve Emperor Heavens, he actually wanted to go to the Yang God Emperor Heaven among the Twelve Emperor Heavens.
Yangshenditian is the hometown of Qingyangjun. Qingyangjun made his fortune in Yangshenditian and became one of the seventy-two gods of Yangshenditian. In the end, he was betrayed by the woman he loved, lost the position of gods, and was beaten again. Seriously injured, the cultivation base is greatly damaged, it can be said that there is nothing left.
Yangshen Ditian buried Qingyangjun's ambition and left behind Qingyangjun's obsession. Even if Qingyangjun met and fell in love with the ancient female emperor, he never let go of Yangshenditian's obsession until he was about to die. , he saw everything.
However, after Qingyang-Jun untied the world seal of Tianyuanjie a little, revealing one or two space nodes, the space nodes were not connected to Yangshen Ditian, but—
Myriad Demon God!
...(To be continued.)