Only ten days left!

Fang Che felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

It would take more than two days to sprint to Baiwuzhou at full speed. It was really too far there!

Stay for two days.

Lay the foundation for Sun Wutian.

Then it took more than two days to rush back; it took seven days to meet up with Yinshen Palace.

Then Yin Shen Palace sent him to the headquarters by flying boat.

Arrive basically on the ninth day.

Time is of the essence.

While he was thinking about it, a dark shadow above his head fell down, grabbed Fang Che, and cursed: "You are going to go as fast as you are! You will delay important things. I will take you on your way!"

Sun Wutian grabbed Fang Che and shouted: "See clearly, when you reach the level of cultivation in the future, you will naturally know how to do it. This is how you will tear apart the space!"

Condensing the magic power with his left hand, he grabbed it forward.

The space cracked open like a mirror.

Sun Wutian took Fang Che and stepped in.

Fang Che felt as if thousands of peaks and valleys were ringing together in his ears.

There is an illusion that time is going backwards or forwards...

With a click, the two people came out of the space crack.

"Did you see it clearly?"

"No...a little confused."

"Then do it again."

"Crack!"

"call out!"

"Did you see it clearly?"

"I'm a little dizzy..."

"Do it again and watch carefully!"

"Crack!"

"call out!"

…

"Hey! I'm Cao! Wake up!"

Sun Wutian patted Fang Che's face, a little confused.

The boy passed out.

Bleeding from the seven orifices.

Then Sun Wutian remembered that Fang Che's cultivation level simply couldn't bear the tearing of space like this. In order to let him learn, he didn't add any protection the first time, but then he forgot about it and tore it four or five times in a row.

.

It wasn't until Fang Che drooped his head that Sun Wucai remembered.

He slapped himself twice and quickly started emergency treatment.

The old devil was anxious.

I really forgot that tearing apart space on my own is so common. I have been doing this for so many years. And I have never led anyone to tear apart space...

It's a good thing now, the Night Demon has been disabled.

If Night Demon suffered irreversible damage because of this, Sun Wutian would not be able to forgive himself even if he didn't say it, and Yan Nan would probably eat him alive.

"Why is this damn thing so brittle..."

Sun Wutian wants to cry but has no tears, I am such a fool.

He now truly understands some of the old devils of his generation. Back then, the old devils also had the idea of ​​passing on their knowledge through fire, and several old devils selected several geniuses to teach them as their disciples.

But when I saw these old devils again after a while, all of them looked very speechless.

The look of "asking the sky with tears, why is this" is very clear on his face.

At first everyone thought it was strange and asked questions one after another.

The answers I got were surprisingly consistent: The apprentices who worked so hard to teach him were killed by him.

At that time, Sun Wutian only felt all kinds of absurdity, how could you kill such a great living person? Isn't that your precious apprentice?

But today, he truly understood the mood and experiences of those old devils.

Because...it will really kill you.

The old devils are all responsible for destroying mountains and reclaiming seas, and they have always treated human life with indifference. They can usually be careful with their teachings, but once they encounter something, their instinct is to act according to their lifelong habits.

...At this time, one of the apprentices will basically die!

All dead!

——Just like Fang Che now.

We are on the verge of death, and may not even be able to see the light of day again.

Sun Wutian even cried.

I hate that the Heavenly Sword is useless. If this person dies again, labor and management... labor and management will not be able to cry even if they cry.

But these are cracks and shock scars caused by tearing space...

He hurriedly stuffed various pills into Fang Che's mouth, and then Sun Wutian injected spiritual energy to help push the blood through the palace. After cleaning up...

Fang Che finally took a breath and woke up leisurely.

Opening his mouth, a ball of blood foam came out with a grunt: "What's wrong with me?"

What’s wrong with you?

Sun Wutian felt like he couldn't answer these words.

Does this mean that I have forgotten you?

"You can't bear the power of tearing apart space." Sun Wutian said expressionlessly: "How do you feel now?"

"My head is going to split."

Fang Che twisted his face.

I really can't help it.

He felt like his head was like an unripe watermelon that had been hit by a big hammer. Although it hadn't exploded into pieces, it had already split into seven or eight petals.

Countless little people are holding awls in their heads and stabbing them in all directions.

He bit his lip tightly.

Close your eyes.

Blood gurgled out of the seven orifices.

Although he didn't cry out in pain, Sun Wutian was such an old man that he knew very well how unbearable the severe pain caused by this kind of injury was.

Even if it were him, he would probably be rolling around with his head in his hands.

The kind of hysterical pain that emanates from the soul.

Now, Fang Che could bear not to say a word, which made Sun Wutian sincerely impressed.

Therefore, I am even more satisfied with myself as the descendant of the Hatred Heaven Sword. If I can have such endurance, what kind of technique cannot be practiced?

What difficulties can stand in my way? What things cannot be accomplished!?

But the problem is that although Fang Che has woken up now, his physical body is still on the verge of collapse. It is difficult for him to even absorb the power of the medicine. Once his spiritual energy is withdrawn, this kid may fall apart.

Can't wait any longer!

He suddenly took out a jade bottle, opened the mouth of the bottle with a snap and stuffed it into Fang Che's mouth: "Drink."

Fang Che was in so much pain that he didn't even know what he was talking about, so he instinctively swallowed.

A bottle of spiritual fluid was consumed in three gulps.

Clean and tidy.

Sun Wutian was in extreme pain and looked at the empty mouth of the bottle, his face twisted.

When Fang Che took the second sip, he actually felt that the pain had eased a lot, but he didn't have time to think about it. He was looking up, and the mouth of the bottle was standing upright next to his mouth, and the spiritual liquid inside was pouring out. Fang Che unknowingly

I instinctively drank it in one gulp.
To be continued...