was actually injured by his own black rain of destruction, and almost ruined a hand. This is simply incredible for the Crane King, who originally had an absolute advantage.

He did not summon anyone to help him, but took out a blue-gray ointment and applied it to the wound, and then carefully wrapped the whole of his left hand and each finger with plain white silk. The blood quickly penetrated into the white silk, like a blood-colored red lotus blooming on the white silk.

He covered it all up with a glove made of the skin of a black-scaled monitor lizard.

He is the Crane King, and he also serves as the Supreme Elder. Now, if any injuries on his body are detected by the outside world, they may cause some people to think strangely. He wasn't afraid, but he didn't want to cause trouble either.

The world-destroying evil qi in the wound was quickly refined and absorbed. But the damage of these world-destroying evil qi to both the body and the divine soul is not so easy to heal.

Although Monk Jindan's physical recovery speed was faster than that of ordinary monks, he did not possess Aoki Immortal Skill like Lian Ling. The speed of recovery from the injury is much slower, and I am afraid that when the demon participates in the conference ten days later, he may not be able to recover completely.

"With your strength, a female cultivator of Jindan Chuhua can't even put it on her head, and you still want to start a war with the Tree Clan?"

From time to time, a voice echoed in his head, teasing and mocking him. Ever since he had cultivated into the Golden Pill, he had this voice. Whenever he was frustrated, the voice would echo in his head. This made him more and more angry and violent day by day.

This undoubtedly had something to do with the golden pill dream spirit he devoured. But whether he devoured the Jindan Dream Spirit or the Dream Spirit devoured him, he couldn't figure it out. Or, that's what it's called fusion.

He is still himself. As for whether he was changed or not, he couldn't be sure. Whatever, as long as his cultivation continued to improve, he would be able to completely refine this strange thing sooner or later.

And it's not exactly a burden on him. Although he is only a Jindan First Flower, he has the strength of two Jindan First Flower Demon Cultivators, and he can almost compete with a Jindan Double Flower monk.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him. The opportunity is once in a lifetime, and he must defeat the TreantClan. Only when the Tree Clan is defeated, can one of the three recognized clans in the Demon Realm vacate one of them, and the Crane Clan can take its place and gain recognition.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the Crane Clan becomes, he will always be unable to obtain the Three Flowers Foreign Medicine under the suppression of the three major clans, and he will never be able to go to the upper realm. It's a dead knot.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and began to use the qi and blood in his body to try to heal the injury on his left hand.

His qi and blood ran in his body for three weeks in a row. The rest of the body is fine. Although the battle between He Heng and Qing Pingzi did not leave any internal injuries. Only the left forearm and palm were seriously injured. When the qi and blood reach the left forearm, it feels blocked everywhere and is chaotic.

At this time, he could only repair it little by little with water grinding skills. Tiredness came to him, and he sat cross-legged and gradually stabilized his breath, closed his senses, and entered the center.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly opened, not only did he not have the slightest look of tiredness in his eyes, but his gaze was a little deeper than usual. At this time, he was not sitting on the brocade quilt of the originally comfortable Crane King's bedroom. Instead, he sat on a black and fiery red coal.

The charcoal was hot, burning his skin. The dense crevices of the charcoal emitted a red glow and a wave of heat, apparently blazing. As far as the eye can see, there is this kind of burning coal, piled up into mountains and mountains, and there is no edge in sight. The sky was pitch black, without a glimmer of light.

He didn't panic, because he knew it was a dream. Ever since he broke through the realm and advanced to Jindan, he has often dreamed like this.

He looked up, and in front of him appeared a tall figure dressed in a black robe, draped from head to toe. The only face he exposed was a hazy black, except for his two eyes, which glowed red like lit charcoal.

"You're here again, what do you want me to do this time?" he asked, as usual.

It stands to reason that he is not a man who can be easily instructed. But at this time, he always felt that everything this person instructed him to do was actually what he wanted to do. The other party just woke up his true thoughts in the depths of his heart.

......

There is a stone mountain on the desert island, and the entire small island within a radius of one mile is actually composed of this stone mountain and a shoal. The water of the lake came in one after another, constantly lapping against the rocks that had been washed away for 10,000 years.

There is a hole under this yellow-brown rock. You can't tell it from the outside. Gou Zhu followed Lin Mei'er into the water, only to find that there was an entrance under the water that only allowed one to pass through. The two of them got into it one after another, Huo Ran was cheerful, and there was a hole in it.

It's not dark in the cave. Overhead, a palm-wide crack in the rock sprawled across the top of the cave, hundreds of paces long. Although it is not wide enough to pass through people, the midday sunlight that penetrates through it is like a curtain of light, splitting the long cave in half. Not only that, but there is also water flowing down from the rock crevices, forming a curtain of water, which shines with colorful and dazzling brilliance in the light curtain.

At the entrance is a clear pool. Outside, the water of the lake poured in from the entrance, and from time to time the pool rumbled and then receded like a boil. And there is more than one such entrance, and there are several places that can lead directly to the outside of the water.

This cave is extremely secluded and naturally insulates the breath, which is actually a wonderful place to hide. However, Gou Zhu was not at ease, and set up a lot of dark eyes in many places outside, and then hid in the cave. In this way, as soon as the island is approached, he can detect it early. If one hole is discovered, he can slip away from the other holes.

"It's up to you to be careful. Lin Mei'er covered her mouth and smiled, "Don't worry." This place was discovered by myself many years ago. I've been cultivating here for a long time, and I've never seen a second person come here. ”

At this time, Lin Mei'er had already freshened up, removed her disguise, and restored her true appearance. The black dress that I used to wear when walking on Limbo Island was replaced by a snow-white dress.

is also a shocking woman, but she gives people a completely different feeling from Lian Ling. Lian Ling is like a quiet and immaculate jasper in the clear pool water, but Lin Meier is the kind of woman who sways in the wind and is as light as dandelion tidbits.

Every step she takes casually seems to have a rhythm on her toes, like the tips of a crane's wings skimming the water, really light as the wind, as if she is about to dance at any moment.

However, at this time, she was not in the mood to dance, and after laughing, her eyes were a little decadent. She sat on the ground with her hands on her knees. The long skirt covered the slender and graceful legs, and the white jade chin rested on the knees, looking speechless.

"Who are you, and why do you know I have this? What the hell is this?"

Gou Zhu was finally busy, changed into clean clothes, and swallowed a Bigu Dan. Then he took out the box of dry spirit iron pith on his body.

If this thing can actually lead out the Crane King and make Lian Ling injured, he would rather not want it and throw it directly to this person named Lin Mei'er. He doesn't want any 10,000-year-old demon spirit ginseng, don't you want it, just find an ordinary demon spirit ginseng. Or it's not a problem to wait a year before getting married.

As for the promise to Xiao Sufeng, to hell with it! Let him do anything, but he must not hurt Lian Ling. Putting aside the love between master and apprentice, it's a man's business to go to the rivers and lakes. What is it to let a woman come out and get a knife?

Of course, this woman is also a woman who is related to herself. For example, this Lin Meier in front of her, a wild woman who doesn't know where she came from, that's another matter. If the hot potato is thrown to her, what does it matter if she loves it?

As for the fact that she saved herself, it is clear that she had a purpose, and it has something to do with this box. Gou Zhu gave this box to her again, and it could be regarded as two clears.

"My name is Lin Meier......"

"Don't talk nonsense, you've already said that name. "Gou Zhu is a little impatient.

"I'm a disciple of Supreme Elder He Heng!" she hurriedly added.

He Heng - Gou Zhu probably knows what's going on. Xiao Sufeng fought with his life to rescue this thing, entrusted it to him, and also took the clue of the 10,000-year-old demon spirit ginseng king, just to let him hand this thing over to He Heng. Now, this thing isn't that easy to make friends with. But He Heng's disciple is already here. That couldn't be better.

"That's right, this thing is what Xiao Sufeng asked me to give to He Heng. Since you are his disciple, then help me get the things. This matter has nothing to do with me. ”

"No," Lin Mei'er shook her head again and again, "I can't take this thing." And Master has already died!"

"Oh, He Heng is dead, isn't that right? Since He Heng is dead, then this thing will be handed over to his disciples to inherit. Gou Zhu smiled indifferently, looking like he didn't care about himself.