Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 210

At this moment, Yi Hua also believes that miracles will happen.

Compared with Yang Teng, there have been too many miracles, which can even be called miracles.

If someone can survive under such circumstances, Yi Hua thinks it must be Yang Teng.

The sand and stone rolled violently. Yang Xin and Yi Hua both came to the rolling sand and stone quickly. They dug frantically to help the people below come out as soon as possible.

Not long after, the sand and stone made a loud noise, and a disheartened man came out from below.

"Poof!" the man came up and opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of sand and stone.

"Yang Teng!" Yang Xin shouted. He was about to rush up and hold the man, but he found it wasn't Yang Teng!

Yi Hua watched carefully. Although his clothes were broken and his face was gray, he could still recognize that he was the dirty old man.

"Elder, what happened next? The boy with you." Yi Hua asked quickly.

Yang Xin was nervous and didn't know what to say. She was afraid to hear the dirty old man say that Yang Teng was dead.

The dirty old man slowed down for a long time, shook his head and twisted his body, and finally stopped.

"Oh, my old bone, how can I stand such a toss!" the dirty old man felt that the bones of his whole body were about to break.

"Old man! Ask you something! Where's the boy with you!" Yang was worried and shouted.

The dirty old man shook his head, "dead, all dead, everyone dead! The monster was born and the small world collapsed. That is, my old man escaped only because of his strong cultivation. Everyone else died. Who can live under such a terrible impact."

I felt a little uncomfortable in one leg. When the dirty old man looked down, the leg was completely broken, and the bone pierced the skin.

"You two, who has a healing pill? Give me an old man quickly. My old man drilled up from below and used up all his strength. He couldn't use his skills to heal his wounds in a short time." the dirty old man looked at Yang Xin and Yi Hua.

"You said the boy was dead!" Yang Xin stared at the dirty old man.

The dirty old man hesitated, "although he didn't see him die with his own eyes, I almost died below with such a terrible impact. He is a small forging monk. How can he live?"

"Why don't you die!" Yang Xin suddenly burst out and kicked the dirty old man in the chest.

The cultivation of the dirty old man is really strong, but he has no strength at this time. The strength that supports him to drill out of the ground is a strong will to survive. Where can he help Yang Xin kick him with anger and be kicked away by Yang Xin.

"Cough!" the dirty old man coughed up blood, "how dare you do it to me!"

"I'm going to kill you!" Yi Hua glared. "No one sees you here. Even if you kill you, no one knows! Younger martial brother Yang helped you open the ancient tomb. You didn't protect him well. Damn you!"

The dirty old man couldn't cry or laugh. "I said you two little dolls. The young man's cultivation is too low. I'm too busy to take care of myself. How can I protect him again."

"I don't believe it! Yang Teng will never die so easily. I want to find him!" Yang Xin dug the sand crazily. He felt that the speed was too slow. He took out a thunder explosion symbol and threw it to the ground.

"Bang!" a deep pit was blown out of the ground.

Alas! Yi Hua sighed deeply. Forget it, let Yang Xin vent, otherwise it will be more uncomfortable to hold it in his heart.

The dirty old man is even more speechless. Why don't these two little dolls know to respect the old man? He's exhausted his strength and seriously injured. Don't you know to give him a healing pill.

"Ow!" the little gray shrieked.

After calling several times, Yang Xin noticed Xiao Hui.

"Xiao Hui, your master is not dead, is he?" Yang Xin asked eagerly.

"Ow!" Xiao Hui wanted to communicate with Yang Xin, but Yang Xin couldn't understand its cry.

"Xiao Hui, don't worry. If Yang Teng isn't dead, nod your head." Yang Xin tries to stabilize himself.

Xiao Hui nods hard.

"Great!" Yang Xin jumped happily. "I knew Yang Teng wouldn't die so easily!"

Yi Hua looks at Xiao Hui in surprise. How does this beast know that Yang Teng is not dead?

Yang Xin explained to Yi Hua, "Yang Teng is Xiao Hui's master. He has the same heart with Xiao Hui, so Xiao Hui can feel that Yang Teng is not dead."

If Yang Teng is dead, Xiao Hui must be able to feel it.

"Xiao Hui, can you feel Yang Teng in which direction?" Yang Xin asked again.

Xiao Hui shakes his head. He can't feel Yang Teng at all. He can only feel that Yang Teng is not dead.

"Is it here?" Yang Xin asked, pointing to a place. Xiao Hui shook his head.

"Here?" Xiao Hui shook his head.

Yang Xin points to many questions one after another, and Xiao Hui always shakes his head.

Yang Xin was worried. If he didn't rescue Yang Teng as soon as possible, he might be suffocated below. "You always shake your head. Isn't Yang Teng below?"

Xiao Hui nodded again and again.

"What! Yang Teng is not down there! Where has he gone?" Yang Xin was stunned. The whole mountain collapsed. Where can Yang Teng hide.

Xiao Hui shook his head to show that he didn't know.

"Is he really not down there?" Yang Xin asked again.

Xiao Hui nodded.

The dirty old man on one side stared at Xiao Hui strangely. This strange beast has such ability!

He didn't know that was the effect of Yang Teng taking dragon subduing pill for Xiaohui.

"Xin'er, since Yang Teng is fine and is no longer here, let's go back first. Maybe when Yang Teng will return to the sect, he should be worried if he can't see you." Yi Hua can't be completely sure whether Xiao Hui has this ability. He thinks it's better to take Yang Xin back first.

"Elder martial brother Yi is right. If Yang Teng doesn't see me back, he must be worried. Let's go back now." Yang Xin is very sure that Yang Teng is all right. With a smile on his face, he turned and left.

So confident? Yi Hua quickly followed.

"You two little dolls, leave me a healing pill before you go!" the dirty old man shouted. Yang Xin and Yi Hua left without looking back. No one paid attention to the dirty old man's cry.

……

I don't know how long, ten days, a month or a year.

Yang Teng felt that his world was dark, there was no good place on his body, and his hair hurt.

Trying to open your eyes, your eyelids seem to weigh a thousand pounds.

There was only a faint aura in his body, which made Yang Tengxin happy.

Run the nine day magic formula and slowly guide this trace of aura to flow slowly in the meridians.

It was found that the meridians were damaged in many places. Fortunately, they were not broken by the earthquake.

"Hiss!" the sharp pain made him grin, try to wriggle his tongue and push the sand and stone out of his mouth bit by bit.

Reiki flows through the meridians for a week, which takes unimaginable time.

Slowly, driven by this trace of aura, the body began to gather aura slowly. More and more Aura flowed in the meridians, and Yang Teng's fingers could move.

A bottle of healing pill was taken out of the ring of the ice emperor.

Almost exhausted all the strength gathered in his body, Yang tengcai opened the jade bottle and slowly put a wound healing pill into his mouth.

At the moment when the healing pill turned into a warm current, Yang Teng's heart was crying. It was still a reliable pill made by himself. The efficacy was so rapid thanks to the protection of the ice emperor's ring. Otherwise, the jade bottle must be broken by the terrible impact.

Zhishang pill is effective and can quickly cure some minor injuries.

Yang Teng can move his arms and quickly take out the Juling pill.

The aura in the body is quickly replenished and the body slowly recovers its strength.

Lying on the ground without moving, there was severe pain in every part of his body. Yang Teng explored his body through divine consciousness and found that his body was on the edge of scrap.

Taking the healing pill can't make him repair his injury.

After lying on the ground for half a day, Yang Teng felt that all the drugs had been fully absorbed. Only then did Yang Teng slowly stand up.

The broken bones have been repaired, and the wounds everywhere in the mountain have healed. What cannot be completely repaired is the internal injury.

Yang Teng didn't want to understand that he was seriously injured this time. Why didn't emperor blood give full play to his powerful power to help him repair his body.

Maybe only when it endangers life, will imperial blood exert its power?

It seems that you can't recover without a period of rest.

Looking at his ragged clothes and dirty body, Yang Teng smiled bitterly. He was even more miserable than the dirty old man.

Of course, he didn't know about the dirty old man. When he was injured, he couldn't be treated in time. He could only slowly absorb Reiki to heal the wound. The pain was even more unbearable.

When the cultivation reached the state of dirty old man, they disdained to carry julingdan and healing pill. Strong people at that level thought they could not get hurt. Carrying julingdan and healing pill was simply belittling themselves.

This is a typical example of saving face and suffering death.

Stand still and Yang Teng looks around carefully.

To be sure, he is no longer under the mountain.

Looking around, there is a wilderness. There are no tall trees, only endless weeds.

And no other monks.

Where is this?

Yang Teng carefully recalled what had happened to him. He only remembered that he was unconscious at the last moment. Why did he appear here? He didn't know what had happened.

Taking Zhishang pill again won't have any effect, and julingdan can't supplement Reiki.

Yang Teng can only slowly work his aura to heal his wounds.

Fortunately, there is no need to look for food. There are still some pieces of the meat of the sand Scorpion King in the ring of the ice emperor.

He found some withered grass barbecue and ate it half cooked. He felt that his strength was restored. Yang Teng saw a direction and began to stagger forward.

Staying here is not the way. In case of any powerful beast, he has no power to fight.

Affected by his injury and physical strength, Yang Teng didn't walk fast. He only walked three hundred miles a day.

If it is normal, three hundred miles will be finished soon, but now I have to walk slowly.

While walking, he recovered. After ten days, Yang Teng finally came out of the wilderness, and most of his injuries recovered. He can protect himself a little if he doesn't exert too much force.

At the edge of the wilderness, I found a river to clean my body, took out clean clothes from the ring of the ice emperor and put them on.

Walk to a small mountain village in sight.