Zhang Lingdao seems to have had a long dream, in which he saw a lot of people he didn't know, and encountered a lot of things he had never seen before.

The shadows of these people appeared in his mind, as if he could perceive something from them, but he clearly knew that it was just a dream, and he should not be able to perceive anything at all.

In this chaotic and struggling thought, he went through this dream in a daze, and he didn't remember the person in the dream, let alone the things in the dream.

The only thing he recorded was a strange book, and the name of that book seemed to be ...... "Taishang Sutra"?

"Peng!" He suddenly raised his head, and his head hit the edge of the bed, and his head, which had been a little dazed, was awake as a result.

He happened to dream that the book in his hand was snatched away, and he wanted to raise his hand to grab it, but he had already woken up from the dream.

Zhang Lingdao raised his head, looked at the low bed in front of him, and shook his head helplessly, "It seems that it's just a dream!" ”

His head was obviously heavier than before, and he didn't think he had much rest, but it was certainly much better than the state he was in before he fell unconscious.

"Here...... Where? "He's been adjusting to his condition, and when he's recovered, he's been able to observe what's going on around him.

In fact, he didn't worry much about his safety at this time, if someone really wanted to harm him, he would probably have died when he was in a coma, I don't know how many times.

What's more, he is now in a state of powerlessness, his body is sore, and his meridians are not perceptual at all, in addition to having a more robust body than ordinary people, in fact, he is a little more experienced in combat than a person without martial arts.

The question he was more concerned about was, how could he not die? The last thing he remembered was the long knife with a broken handle that was covered with chips and scars of all kinds.

The knife had even been raised high in front of him, and it was precisely because he judged that he had no chance of survival that he finally stopped resisting.

In fact, with his state at that time, even if he wanted to resist, he could only move his fingers slightly.

In the end, Guixuan actually squeezed too much of his strength, and he released those sword nets, just to force this guy back and see if there was any chance to escape.

But Ryuji Tanaka actually forcibly held the hard top of his body without taking a step back, which is the most exaggerated and unbelievable.

Although Zhang Lingdao already knew that with his inhuman body and state, he was not afraid of any injury and pain at all.

However, the thrust generated by the continuous impact of the sword qi is not something that can be resisted in this way, otherwise Newton's coffin board will not be able to hold it down, will it?

Zhang Lingdao suddenly remembered something, and at that last moment, the black mist that had disappeared on Ryuji Tanaka's body suddenly made a comeback.

It was because of the influence of those black fogs that the combat power he had insisted on was suddenly wiped out in an instant, and even the attack ability released at the last moment was completely resisted by that black fog.

"According to this reasoning, I should have died a long time ago, right?" Zhang Lingdao was even more confused, covered his painful head, and recalled it more carefully.

"It seems...... At that last minute, someone arrived? Zhang Lingdao suddenly remembered something? He remembered that in order to cope with this ambush, he even made many arrangements on the surrounding mountains.

But he didn't expect that what he encountered this time was not the team members at all, and the traps placed on the mountain had no effect at all.

He could only rely on his own experience and absolute combat power to resist desperately, trying to find a way to escape.

Then he didn't wake up, and when he woke up, he was already in this place where he didn't know where.

He opened the system and looked at the system bar, looking for any clues.

In fact, the sense of existence of the Heavenly Sword system has always been very low, and if it weren't for the daily tasks every day, he would subconsciously ignore this system.

But just because the presence is low doesn't mean that the system isn't useful. The system will collect the information he encounters every day very faithfully, whether it is people or things, every battle, and even every reward, you can see it from the system's bulletin board.

Such information will be stored on his system bulletin board for a month, and it will be automatically deleted after a month, and such a thing, although he has always thought that it is useless, has played a role today.

Zhang Lingdao didn't know exactly when the problem arose, so he could only turn forward as much as possible, and turn to the time when the battle occurred, that is, ......

"What?" Zhang Lingdao even almost shouted out in surprise, the last battle information he had just seen on the system's announcement page and logbook was actually not yesterday as he thought, but seven days ago!

Although his head is a little confused, it doesn't mean that he is a fool, like that...... He had been in a coma for seven days!

Zhang Lingdao hurriedly forcibly took a breath, and was about to check the situation in his body, under such conditions, he didn't even expect anything, as long as the inside of his body was not too detrimental, he could accept it.

Although he is no longer able to use his internal qi, he can still do it by looking inside, and his body has long solidified this way into an instinct, just to prevent this from happening now.

When he looked at himself, what he saw was really not optimistic, although the whole body was broken, but it was almost broken.

Zhang Lingdao tentatively lifted his breath, wanting to run from the dantian and injecting it into his heart and lungs, but it was always in a state of interruption, even if he wanted to forcibly pour it in, there would be some interruptions.

What followed was an extremely severe pain, which could be said to be unbearable, but Zhang Lingdao had experienced much more before than now, and he continued to operate without changing his face.

But that inner breath can only be reincarnated in his dantian, even if he wants to probe out for a breath, it is basically impossible.

Zhang Lingdao persisted for a long time, and found that this method had no effect at all, so he shook his head with a sigh, "The meridians all over the body are broken, and there is no place in the whole body that is good, what is the difference between me and the waste person now?" ”

"No, with your mind, even if the meridians of your body are broken, this river and lake is far from over!" The door was opened, and a tall, handsome figure stood there, the autumn leaves in his hands swaying softly.