Chapter 295 294. Saint

In the side hall of the palace building.

Xuan Gongming was still in a coma on the bed. Several imperial doctors rushed here and were taking care of him carefully.

"Princess Sang, Your Highness's symptoms seem to be getting more serious."

After checking for a while, the imperial doctor whispered to Mrs. Sang: "I'm afraid we need to increase the dosage of medicine to suppress it."

Mrs. Sang frowned and looked sad: "That kind of medicine is used a lot, and it puts a lot of burden on the body, right?"

The imperial doctor nodded and said helplessly: "It's a medicine that's poisonous, especially medicine for the brain, but this is the best way."

At this time, Xuan Gongming woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the imperial doctor busy beside him. His expression immediately changed: "Why is it you again! How many times have I told you that I am not sick!"

He turned his head, saw Mrs. Sang and Anle, and quickly showed a look of help: "Mom, second brother! I don't want to take medicine!"

Mrs. Sang opened her mouth and looked away distressedly, unable to bear to look at it.

Every time he takes that kind of medicine, it is equivalent to torture for Xuan Gongming.

Suddenly, Anle said, "Mrs. Sang, can you let me and my eldest brother be alone for a while?"

The imperial doctor looked at him doubtfully: "This is..."

Xuan Gongming seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and shouted repeatedly: "This is my second brother! Second brother, save me!"

The imperial doctor had a strange expression and muttered in his heart: "When did Princess Sang have such a big child again?"

An Le could tell at a glance that he had misunderstood, and said, "Brother Xuan is my sworn brother. The imperial doctor might as well let me try it first. If it doesn't work, then give him medicine."

"Let you give it a try?"

The imperial doctor obviously didn't think that An Le, a young boy, had the ability to solve stubborn diseases, but when he turned around, Mrs. Sang seemed to trust him very much, so she had no choice but to say.

"Okay, but it's best not to delay for too long, otherwise His Highness' condition will relapse and the situation will worsen again."

Anle nodded in agreement.

Not long after, everyone else left the side hall, leaving only Anle and Xuan Gongming.

Xuan Gongming was so moved that his eyes sparkled: "Second brother, it's better for you to be nice to me! There is a secret passage in my palace, let's escape now!"

Anle looked strange and said softly: "Brother, I don't want to help you escape."

Xuan Gongming was shocked when he heard this and said aggrievedly: "Even you..."

Anle first set up a magic circle to isolate the sound to avoid being heard by outsiders, and then said: "Brother, reach out your hand."

Seeing that Anle really wanted to help him solve this problem, Xuan Gongming shook his head and sighed: "I know my situation best. This is not a disease at all, so how can I cure it?"

Anle's expression did not change, she just looked at him seriously: "Brother, let me give it a try."

"well……"

Seeing how persistent he was, Xuan Gongming stopped trying to persuade him and handed his hand to Anle.

Anle held his hand and after feeling it carefully, he found that, just as he expected, there was abundant and vivid spiritual power flowing in Xuan Gongming's meridians.

To be more precise, Xuan Gongming not only has spiritual power in his body, but also a whole set of systems that only later generations of immortal cultivators will have, including Nascent Soul and spiritual consciousness, but Xuan Gongming seems to have ignored their existence.

"hiss……"

Anle took a slight breath, this discovery was really shocking.

This means that from beginning to end, Xuan Gongming and Xiang Tieta are the same person, not reincarnation, nor any other situation envisaged by Anle.

An Le thought to himself: "The reason why the senior senior brother in later generations can show stronger combat power than me in the Nascent Soul stage is probably because he has actually opened several divine treasures in his body, but he doesn't know it himself."

However, how can a person be in the past and the future at the same time?

Why does Senior Brother get confused from time to time?

How can we break away from this period of history and return to the future?

Anle's extremely active brain thought of many problems in an instant, which made his brain ache.

Xuan Gongming asked with concern: "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

Anle shook his head to clear away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then said: "Brother, next, I am going to take the initiative to stimulate you into that special state. You may feel a little uncomfortable, so please bear with it."

Xuan Gongming nodded, but before he could speak, he felt a surge of pure spiritual power pouring into his meridians.

"This is……"

The expression on his face quickly began to change, becoming confused and painful, and finally he uttered: "Junior brother?"

Xiang Tieta covered his forehead and frowned. After seeing Anle's face clearly, instead of showing any surprise, he actually looked sullen: "Why...you want to wake me up?"

"Isn't it good to let Xuan Gongming live happily like this?"

Anle looked at him disappointedly: "Elder brother, this kind of happiness is just false!"

"Dazhou will be destroyed eventually, and all the people Xuan Gongming cherishes will die in front of him..."

Suddenly, Xiang Tieta roared like a beast: "Stop talking!"

His face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he glared angrily at Anle.

An Le ignored it and continued: "King Chu will die, Chu Xi will die, Mrs. Sang will die, Xuan Hui will become a remnant soul in the tomb, and none of the young monks in the hall will be spared today.

…”

"Stop talking!"

Xiang Tieta gritted his teeth, his body trembled, and his voice was like a wounded beast, roaring in a low voice, but there was pleading in his eyes.

"Please, stop talking..."

An Le was determined and continued: "Indulging in false happiness will only get you false happiness. Since you have returned here, why don't you change something?"

"Have you never thought about why you returned to this period of history?"

At this time, Xiang Tieta could no longer endure it, his muscles swelled, his strength surged, and he punched out with a sonic boom.

boom!!!

Anle stretched out his right hand and received the punch calmly, his palm firmly grasping Xiang Tieta's fist like an iron vice.

His eyes were bright and clear, with firm belief: "Elder brother, since you don't want to wake up, let me wake you up!"

After saying that, the three heavenly palaces appeared around Anle, showing a majestic and majestic momentum, with brilliant divine light shining.

Perhaps it's because Anle has conducted many deductions on various parts of the body, especially the heart and brain. Although his Shenzang Heavenly Palace has only just been opened, the aura he displays is no worse than that of other monks who have been polishing in the Heavenly Palace realm for several years.

Even the auras of the three heavenly palaces are comparable to those of other people's six heavenly palaces. At this time, when they are fully exerted, they are even more domineering and powerful.

As deep as the abyss, as vast as the sea.

With the blessing of the secret power of the Heavenly Palace, Anle's power and speed have reached a terrifying level.

The next second, his fist came to Xiang Tieta.

"You don't understand! You don't understand anything!"

However, Xiang Tieta was not an easy person to deal with. He roared angrily and broke away from Anle's hand, and also punched out.

The fists collided, and the terrifying energy spread, as if even the space was shaking, and the entire side hall began to tremble.

Outside the palace, the imperial doctor's brows twitched and he said strangely: "This little friend's method of treating diseases is very unique."

Chu Xi frowned, but out of trust in An Le, she could only suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

But soon, with waves of suppressed roars, the palace shook more and more violently, with sand and stones falling from high places, and several cracks emerging.

Several imperial doctors were shocked.

How does this posture look like treating a disease? It's almost like tearing down the palace!

Just when Chu Xi and Mrs. Sang were about to burst into the hall, the violent tremors subsided.

Inside the palace.

Anle was breathing heavily, with many bruises on his body. His energy, blood and spiritual energy were greatly consumed, and the phantom of the Heavenly Palace was in tatters.

However, his fist was staying in front of Xiang Tieta, ready to hit it hard at any time.

Xiang Tieta was in an even more embarrassing state than him. He was pressed to the ground, covered in injuries, and could not stand up even though he tried to struggle.

Anle won this battle.

But Anle did not feel the joy after victory. Instead, he put away his fists and sighed: "That's it. I thought that my senior brother was a strong man who was not afraid of all dangers, but now it seems that he is just a coward."

"Without you, I will still do my best to save Da Zhou."

With that said, he stood up and walked out of the hall.

Xiang Tieta stared blankly at Anle's back, and suddenly said: "This is obviously just a given history, why do you think we can change it?"

Anle shook his head and said: "I'm not sure if I can change history, I just know..."

"It all depends on man!"

"If you do it, you may not succeed, but if you don't do it, you are destined to fail. I don't want to regret it one day in the future. I didn't try my best to seize this opportunity."
To be continued...