Many days later, under the iron tree of the third hell, there seemed to be a dead body.
Diagene was lying on the ground panting slightly, his slightly undulating chest seemed to mean that he was not dead yet.
However, there are countless cuts criss-crossing the body of the rock, some of which are deep enough to show bones, and some of which have been turned over, and almost no part of his body is intact.
The thousand-meter-high iron tree, from the very top to the bottom, is equivalent to using his own body to carry the cuttings of thousands of sharp blades on the iron tree from the beginning to the end. Sometimes he even thinks that he will soon be unable to carry it He died, but there was still a breath in his heart that kept him from losing consciousness.
It was this breath that forced the diagenetic rock to survive the third iron tree after an unknown period of time, and finally fell to the ground.
Cheng Yan raised his eyelids with difficulty. He realized that he was not dead yet. Since he was not dead and he still had breath, he would recover sooner or later.
Da Luo Jinxian's self-healing ability is very powerful. When the body is severely injured, as long as the soul is not too injured, it can recover slowly after a period of time.
Diaoyan just lay there motionless, and it seemed that the sun and the moon had also ushered in this layer of hell. After an unknown number of days, the wounds cut by sharp knives on Diaoyan's body had condensed and stopped bleeding.
In a few days, the wound will scar and the marks will fade.
After many days, Diagenesis has regained his ability to move, and he can get up from the ground and move with difficulty.
A week passed, and the diagenetic man was recovering from his injuries at a terrifying speed, and at this moment he suddenly discovered a strange change in himself.
When Cheng Yan raised his arm, he found that his skin color was darker than before, and the texture of his skin was also much clearer. It gave people the feeling that the flesh and blood on his body seemed to be thicker than before.
Cheng Yan couldn't help being stunned by this strangeness. After thinking about it for a while, he took out a handful of fairy artifacts from his storage bag and cut them towards his body.
A bloodstain appeared on Chengyan's arm, and a few drops of blood seeped out, but he found that his pain was not very strong, and the bloodstain disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, and then recovered as before, as if he hadn't been affected by anything. same damage.
You must know that the magic weapon of immortality in Chengyan's hand is very powerful, and it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary Daluo Jinxian to take it as if nothing happened.
Cheng Yan immediately became ecstatic. He looked up at the iron tree in front of him, and the struggling fighting spirits hanging on it, and he realized where the secret of the so-called 18th-level secret realm was.
"It turns out that you only need to go through a layer of secret realm. For the cultivators, the favor they receive is actually an improvement of their own body. For example, if this layer of iron tree hell can be passed safely, the strength of the body Then there will be a lot more¡¡±
A touch of fiery excitement and excitement suddenly appeared in Chengyan's eyes.
Because he realizes that if he can go through as many of the eighteen levels of hell as possible unharmed, then when he comes out, the whole person will be different, and he may even break through the path from the Daluo Jinxian to the saint. The threshold is up.
"There are still two heavenly fires waiting for me to devour them. If I can kill that person, I will definitely become a great sage or enter the rank of emperor in the future!"
At the same time, at the other end, when Chengyan passed through the iron tree hell on the third floor after many days, Xiang Que also spent a lot of time in the steamer hell.
Before that, Xiang Que was thinking of using all kinds of means and hole cards to break through the steamer hell, but after working hard for a long time, he found that it was futile at all, even if he asked for the real body of Jizo, it didn't work at all.
People are still more realistic. After Xiang Que found out that he had nothing to do, he chose the idea that since he had nowhere to go, he could only fight hard.
I don't know how many times, Xiang Que felt as if he was about to be steamed, the blood in his body seemed to dry up, and then he was going to get angry when he exhaled. In this difficult situation, he was turned over and over again. After tossing and tossing countless times, my mind was almost blurred, and suddenly all the pain disappeared in an instant.
Then, Xiang Que lay on the ground like a dead dog, and the surrounding battle spirits were still tearing and biting his body.
Xiang Que's body surface was all swollen, almost making his body fatter by at least a circle, as if there was water flowing under his skin, and a big ball swelled up with just a light touch. ripe state.
However, although the person has completely lost the ability to move, the??With the last trace of consciousness, Xiang Que did not fall into a faint. After waiting for about an hour, he accumulated a little strength. He slowly began to soothe his body, trying to recover as quickly as possible.
A drop of fairy wine flowed out from the Dao Realm and fell into Xiang Que's mouth. He instantly felt as if he had drunk a big mouthful of fine wine, and his head became clear for a while.
All of a sudden, he didn't seem to feel that hot anymore, and the scorching breath seemed to seep out from his body, and for some reason, the fighting spirits around him also pulled some distance away from him.
Xiang Que got up from the ground with the support of his hands, and after breathing heavily in his chest and abdomen, he flew out from below with a "shua", and then fell heavily on the Gobi Desert.
Xiang Que lay on his back, looked at the gray sky with his eyes open, then slowly closed his eyes again, and said softly: "I can't move anymore, I have to sleep for a while to be fully revived"
Cheng Yan and Xiang Que, the situation they encountered after entering the 18th level of hell for the first time was exactly the same. They both survived the torment of this level of hell with nothing to do, and thus gained a new life.
I don't know how long it has passed, Xiang Que licked his chapped lips in his sleep, and at this time he completely regained consciousness, then he jumped up subconsciously, sat cross-legged on the ground and stared blankly at the steamer not far away.
Those battle spirits in the steamer hell were still roaring, and listening to these movements, Xiang Que realized that his previous experience was not an illusion produced.
Xiang Que looked down at his body, the previous wounds were gone, and the intact skin seemed to be glowing with new life.
At the same time, Xiang Que felt a little different. As for what was different from before, he couldn't tell why, but he felt that there seemed to be a big problem with the state of the main body.
"This is a reward for being reborn and reborn after the bloodbath?"
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