"I just didn't expect that he would be so cruel. It seems that he has hurt your internal organs. We must go back and heal immediately!"

“No hurry…”

I stopped me weakly and said, "Tianjun, please help me sit next to me first, and I will use the dragon ball energy in my body to regulate my breathing."

"In addition, go around this room and see if there are any remnants of the Star Demon Cult."

"If there are still people alive, you will destroy their martial arts. If they really don't work, kill them. You can't let them go out and harm others."

"OK."

Tianjun nodded obediently and then helped me to the stairs next to me.

Then he went to the Juyi Hall inside alone to find the survivors.

At this time, my abdomen was already in great pain, and Deng Tianhong's palm just now had obviously seriously injured me.

He had already had a certain strength before, but after taking Zhiren Zhima, he had gained more than two hundred years of skill.

Now he is at least in the late stage of Lingxian, and he may break through the realm of fighting immortals at any time. At that time, he will be a rising star in the world of immortal cultivation.

But this new star is no longer good or bad now.

But none of this is what I should be in charge of now.

At present, the huge pain in my abdomen is almost losing my ability to think.

For this reason, I could only forcibly suppress the rolling qi and blood, slowly integrate my spiritual sense into my dantian, and then guide the dragon ball energy in my body to calm down the rolling qi and blood, and at the same time nourish the injured abdomen.

Fortunately, after so long fusion, this dragon ball had reached a consensus with me in some aspects, so after my spiritual sense, the dragon ball energy immediately surged out of my dantian, and then slowly penetrated into the place where I was injured, suppressing the rolling qi and blood one by one.

The peaceful power of Dragon Ball is indeed a good way to cure injuries.

It took me less than half a quarter of an hour to stabilize my injury. Although the area where I was injured before still had a faint pain, it would not worsen.

However, this injury will probably have to rest for another three or five days before I can get on the road.

As I was recuperating my wounds, I heard a few footsteps outside the Toast Castle.

Upon hearing this, I quickly opened my eyes and looked forward. Wherever my eyes could see, it was Brother Asheng, Xue Yan, Fenghuang and others who walked in.

The most gratifying thing is that his godfather Shen Yun is among them.

At this time, he was still wearing the white shirt from yesterday. Although he looked a little embarrassed, it did not affect his overall temperament at all.

Seeing that he was out of danger, I became much more stable.

"Yiyang, what's wrong with you?"

Xueyan rushed over and asked with concern.

"No...it's okay."

I held back the pain in my abdomen and smiled at her to prevent her from worrying.

Shen Yun also ran over at this time, squatted in front of me, reached out and patted my shoulder, and asked, "Yiyang, why are your face so pale? Are you injured?"

"No."

I forced a smile at him. After speaking, the already stable breath in my body began to show signs of rolling again.

"Sister Xueyan, you are finally back!" Tianjun's voice sounded from the door behind.

"Um."

Xueyan nodded slightly and asked back, "What's wrong with Yiyang? Why is his face so pale?"

well……
Chapter completed!