Chapter 283 The secret of improving cultivation

"Perhaps, we still have a way out, as long as Senior Linghu obeys my arrangement..."

Yang Fan's voice made Linghu Song's originally dim gaze lit up, and his divine light stared at him with a flash of divine light: "What do you do? As long as I can pass on the incense of my 'Xian Lai Sect', I am willing to pay all the price."

After hearing Yang Fan's words, the other monks of the Xianlai Sect also felt a little more hope in their hearts.

However, there were more doubts in their eyes.

The enemy's strength is unprecedentedly powerful, with two high-level Jindan and more than 20 Foundation Establishment Cultivators. Our side only has one high-level who has severely damaged vitality, and only a few Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

What's even more desperate is that everyone is still in such a desperate situation of catching turtles in a jar.

Under such circumstances, even Linghu Song, who is at the high level of the Golden Pill, is unable to turn the world back and has no confidence in escaping.

Let me ask, how can a foundation-building pharmacist be convincing and how can he turn the tide in a non-transformed foundation-building pharmacist?

"Now, Yang's fate is closely linked to your family, so you can only do your best to find a way out for us."

Yang Fan's tone gradually became solemn, and there was a little more majesty in his words and deeds.

In fact, what he considered the most was how to escape from the gap between the two forces. Then the safety of Linghu Song and others. As for the fate of the other monks of the Xianlai Sect, it was not something he was concerned about.

Therefore, he was so low-key that he took the initiative to stand up.

"If you are a little sure, just say that I can consider..."

Linghu Song nodded to him.

Perhaps, the mysterious monk in Yuyang Country in front of me can really bring a glimmer of vitality to everyone.

"I'll just say two points." Yang Fan said with a serious look on his face and urgently: "First, I want to help the ancestor heal his wounds!"

What?

When the monks of the Xianlai Sect heard this, they almost exclaimed.

Assisting the ancestor to heal his wounds? Isn’t the foundation-building pharmacist in front of him crazy?

You should know that the Xianlai Sect is also a sect that inherits medical teachings, and Linghu Song is a well-known high-level pharmacist in Luoshan Kingdom.

Advanced Pharmacist!

This is extremely rare in the world of immortal cultivation, with a noble and transcendent status and is respected by thousands of people.

Just imagine, if a high-level pharmacist is injured, he still needs a low-level pharmacist to assist in the treatment?

"Let's continue." Linghu Song's eyes appeared in his eyes, and he looked at Yang Fan meaningfully.

Yang Fan asked him to assist in healing his injuries, obviously he was dissatisfied with Linghu Song's self-healing speed.

"We can't stay here for a long time, otherwise we will be very happy when the enemy comes to reinforce. And only Senior Linghu can resist one or two head-on. If we want to escape, Senior Linghu must have certain strength..."

"So, the second point is that I want the ancestor to take a secret spiritual medicine at a critical moment, thereby greatly increasing his strength, restraining more monks, and giving everyone a chance to escape."

Yang Fan first analyzed the form and then said his second line.

"The secret elixir to increase strength?" Linghu Song frowned.

"Master, you should not be fooled by this person. He simply wants to use you to escape for himself. The secret medicine that increases strength will have unimaginable side effects after use, not to mention that you are now seriously injured and have severe damage to your vitality."

The middle-aged man in black surnamed Sun glared at Yang Fan and hurriedly persuaded his teacher.

"Haha." Yang Fan smiled coldly, ignored him directly, looked at Linghu Song, and said lightly: "My secret spiritual medicine, called 'Reverse Spirit Blood', can greatly increase its strength in a short period of time, and the side effects are extremely small. Yang himself only has three drops. For myself and everyone, he endured the pain and took out a drop."

He concealed the amount of "retrograde anti-spirit blood" and did not say its anti-heavenly magical effect without any side effects, because it would only make people even more questionable.

"Since there is such a secret medicine, why don't you take it yourself, but you want your master to take it? Besides, my Xianlai Sect is also a Medicine Dao Sect, and there are also secret medicines to enhance your strength."

The middle-aged man in black surnamed Sun sarcastically said with a cold face.

He had lost the battle with Yang Fan before, and he was already a little lost. Later, seeing that his master highly praised this, he couldn't stand it.

"Only high-level cultivators can bear this kind of spiritual blood from Yang." Yang Fan explained tirelessly, then turned his head to look at Linghu Song, and said solemnly: "If you can agree to these two, Yang guarantees that we have more than 50% of our hopes of escaping, at least we will not be killed."

"Let me think about it..." Linghu Song fell into deep thought. Taking such spiritual medicines often had serious consequences on the foundation of the monks, and of course he understood this.

After a moment, Linghu Song took a deep breath and showed a resolute expression: "I don't have much life left. Even if I fight to the death, I will leave a way out for the disciples of Xianlai Sect."

After some struggle, this old man finally made up his mind.

Afterwards, Linghu Song summoned several core members of the Xianlai Sect, explained some things to them, and handed over some important inheritance items on them to Linghu Xiaoxi and the middle-aged man in black surnamed Sun.

After a while, Linghu Song looked at Yang Fan and sighed: "Yang Yaoshi, we can start."

Yang Fan nodded, came to Linghu Song, sat cross-legged beside him, stretched out a hand, and gently placed it on his shoulder.

In fact, the spiritual energy in Linghu Song's body was healing all the time, and Yang Fan's Xianhong Jue's power slowly penetrated into his body.

In an instant, a hint of surprise appeared in Linghu Song's dim and dead eyes: "Your power is so curious..."

Yang Fan smiled but did not answer. Thousands of life flowed through Linghu Song's body, and soon found his injured part and began to repair it quickly.

During this process, the surprise on Linghu Song's face became more and more obvious, and finally turned into deep shock.

Yang Fan's treatment speed is too fast, even much faster than that of him who is a higher-level person.

How could this not shock him?

However, Yang Fan, who was involved, was very dissatisfied.

"After all, it is the injury left by high-level battles, and the treatment speed is so slow..."

Yang Fan thought to himself, and at the same time he felt a little difficult, but the benefits brought to him during the treatment were beyond his imagination.

He felt that the stream of life flowing back from the other person's body became more refined and thicker, and also brought an additional force of pure life, which further strengthened the power in his body.

When healing advanced monks, the insights in the dark have been enhanced several times.

In a vaguely, he touched the reason why Xianhong Jue brought benefits to himself while healing his wounds.

This is like the yin and yang of heaven and earth: during the day, the yang will be strong and the yin will decline; late at night, the yin will be strong and the yang will decline.

Similar principles include: Taoism eliminates demons and grows, cycles of life and death, causal reincarnation, etc.

There will be prosperity and decline, and there will be growth and decrease.

When Yang Fan eliminates the destruction factor in the injured area during the treatment process, another kind of vitality that is completely opposite to it will inevitably be born.

This is a mysterious and mysterious truth of heaven and earth. Yang Fan can only understand a little bit in the hazy state.

After several hours of treatment, Yang Fan was actually in a mysterious understanding.

Therefore, he did not realize the extreme shock of Linghu Song.

At one moment, Yang Fan was shocked and came to a conclusion that made him feel incredible: "Since the principle of increasing his skills is like this... and the factor of destruction between heaven and earth is not only limited to life, but also everything in the world... Then I must have more than one way to improve my cultivation!"

Everything in the world has its own destruction factor. Theoretically, Yang Fan can improve his cultivation from everything.

However, his current cultivation level of the Immortal Hong Jue is still low and is still in the category of life. Some of them tend to be wood-based life techniques and cannot cover everything in the world.

Huh ~

After a long time, Yang Fan breathed a long sigh, took back his feelings, and said habitually: "Senior Linghu, your injuries have been healed."

"What?!"

The monks of the Xianlai Sect were all shocked and cured so quickly.

On the other hand, Linghu Song's face was calm, but the horror in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

"How is this possible... so fast healing speed... and his healing ability is so long..."

A storm of waves arose in Linghu Song's heart.

He...he is really just a low-level monk?

Linghu Song couldn't help but look at Yang Fan with a strange look.

He suspected that this boy was suspected of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger: Otherwise, with the strength of a low-level monk, how could he have a healing speed that surpasses that of a high-level pharmacist?

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Yang, who is the high-level pharmacist from the 'Pharmaco Immortal Valley' of your country?"

Linghu Song asked tentatively, with a hint of respect in his tone.

"What does Senior Linghu mean? Here is a casual cultivator. As for the 'Pharmaco Immortal Valley', I have only heard of it. Well... a confidante of Yang is the descendant of 'Pharmaco Immortal Valley'..."

Yang Fan's puzzled Tao.

"It's just the speed of healing for Fellow Daoist Yang..." Linghu Song was shocked when he thought of this.

"Are Senior Linghu not satisfied?" Yang Fan sighed lightly: "This is the first time Yang has treated a high-level pharmacist, and he didn't expect to encounter some resistance."

"This is the slowest treatment speed for others since Yang entered the medical field. It took half a day!"

Yang Fan himself felt touched.

In the past, when these monks were healing the foundation-building stage, they were not always lightly. Even if they encountered serious cases, it would only take an hour at most.

"Ahem..." Linghu Song twitched violently inside, and forced a smile: "Yang Yaoshi is modest."

Both are pharmacists and are high-level pharmacists. When he faces the freak of Yang Fan, he feels powerless and disappointed.

"Okay, the first step has finally been completed. With our joint efforts, Senior Linghu's injuries have basically been cured."

Yang Fan stood up, with a few solemn divine light in his eyes, and he said urgently: "The next step is the most critical breakthrough. How many people can escape depends on the performance of Senior Linghu and the efforts of everyone."

After saying that, he suddenly spread his palms, and the green light flashed on it, wrapped in a drop of crystal clear and magnificent dark blue liquid.

This liquid is the "faulty reverse spirit blood". Yang Fan had never used it himself, so he was about to throw it to Linghu Song.
Chapter completed!