Chapter 122: See the light of day again

After a while, more than a dozen rain and dew techniques were used, and Yang Fan basically cured Hu Fei's external injuries.

During this process, Yang Fan's magic power of the Immortal Hong Jue was also growing at a considerable rate, making him feel excited. With such a trend, it would take no time for the "Immortal Hong Jue" to break through to the realm of the Concentration Period and be on par with the Magical Power.

While he was treating, Yang Fan discovered a problem: Hu Fei's body is much stronger than that of cultivators of the same level, and his physical strength is even more perverted than that of zombies of the same level.

"This guy is really a pervert, his physical strength is so perverted..."

Yang Fan was secretly shocked. If he fought with this boy in close combat, he would definitely suffer a loss.

Subsequently, Hu Fei began to treat internal injuries.

In terms of internal injuries, Yang Fan has not learned a special magic, so he can only use his own "Xianhong Jue" magic power to enter the injured person's body to moisturize and repair. But even so, he can easily deal with ordinary internal injuries.

However, the internal injuries Hu Fei suffered now are extraordinary. The damage to him is at least at the foundation-building stage. It is really difficult to treat. Two of them are extremely serious and he is even unable to solve them.

The fresh and soft green halo fluctuated and flashed on Yang Fan's hands, and the endless mist of life turned into wisps of clear streams, seeping into Hu Fei's body, moistening and repairing his injuries.

When the magic power touched Hu Fei's body in a deeper way, Yang Fan's face became even more serious. He felt the taboo power deep in his body again. This power even made him feel palpitations and dared not approach or touch.

It is conceivable that if Hu Fei is angry, how terrible the combat power he exerted when he enters a state of madness. He had been under the fierce attack of the foundation-building zombies for a while before, and he had not yet been defeated.

After about another bowl of tea, Yang Fan took back his hand and let out a light breath.

"Treat... cured?" Hu Fei said in surprise, trying to stand up from the ground, loosening his muscles and bones, and frowned slightly.

Yang Fan said lightly: "Two of the internal injuries suffered extremely destructive power, almost close to the attack power of a high-level cultivator. Yang was just a low-level pharmacist, and he was temporarily powerless. As for other internal and external injuries, they have been healed."

"That's great, we now... can go out to deal with that zombie..."

Hu Fei said excitedly, and as he said that, he was about to walk out of the hall, looking impatient.

"Calm, calm."

Yang Fan stood there, looking indifferent.

"What do you mean by...?" Hu Fei was suddenly a little unhappy.

"Do you think that with the power of me and me, you can compete with the foundation-building zombies? Even if we fight to the death and kill them, we will definitely pay a heavy price."

Yang Fan said slowly.

Indeed, there is almost no chance of winning between two cultivators in the early stage of concentrating and existences at the foundation-building stage level. If it were replaced by two cultivators in the Great Perfection of Concentration, there might be one or two hopes. Of course, these two are freaks, and there is probably a chance to win, but even if they succeed, they will be disabled even if they don’t die.

Yang Fan naturally didn't want to pay such a heavy price because of a zombie. Besides, after he left the thousand-year-old tomb, he still didn't know what situation he would face.

Yang Fan couldn't feel at ease if he didn't retain some strength to come out of the tomb.

"Then...what do you think you should...what should you do?" Hu Fei calmed down a little.

Yang Fan pondered: "It's better to wait here for two days. Perhaps without our efforts, people from outside may be able to open the entrance of the tomb first."

"But...but what if he... they don't... dare not come in..." Hu Fei said disapprovingly.

Yang Fan remained calm: "At worst, waiting for two more days will have no effect on us, and we can take the opportunity to recover from our injuries. Moreover, Yang also has a 'fasting pill' in his hand. Even if he stays here for ten days and half a month, there is no problem."

"Hmph... I'm going to wait for you... You're waiting alone!"

Hu Fei was impatient, obviously an impatient person, and when he looked at the position of the headless demon corpse deep in the hall, there was a few deep fear in his eyes.

Swish!

With a flash of figure, Hu Fei left the hall and rushed into the outer layer of the tomb with his extremely powerful power.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Fan did not unfold his spiritual sense or senses, but heard a burst of rapid impact.

At some point, a "bang" sound was heard, accompanied by Hu Fei's scream.

"Oh, poor child..." Yang Fan was silent.

The next moment, the scream went from near to far, and with a "whoosh", something smashed into the inner hall.

Yang Fan knew what happened without looking at it.

Poor Hu Fei was hit back to the tomb hall by a powerful attack by the foundation-building zombies. He lay on the ground and was angry and grinned.

His eyes fell on Yang Fan's face again, and he found that the other party was sitting cross-legged, very calm, slightly stunned, and asked, "You...are you...are you...are you...are you...are you afraid of it?"

As he said that, he still pointed at the location of the Thousand-year-old headless demon corpse with lingering fear.

"Not afraid." Yang Fan glanced at him and spit out two words.

"You...you are really not afraid..."

Hu Fei looked at Yang Fan and couldn't help but feel a little more admiration.

However, he reached out and touched the back of his head, and couldn't understand it in his heart: Yang Fan was not afraid of the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse, so why was he afraid of the foundation-building zombies outside.

In his thoughts, the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse is ten times more terrifying than the foundation-building zombies on the outer layer of the tomb.

"By the way..." Yang Fan suddenly remembered something: "Do you have any props in your hand that can convey information to the 'Rainfo Villa' so that they can know that you are not dead."

"This...no...I don't know if it's useful."

Hu Fei quickly took out a jade talisman from his storage bag and poured his magic power into it. He closed his eyes and felt it.

"There is...a little bit sensitive...but it's...it's very...fuzzy." Hu Feixi said.

"That's good. We don't have to do anything now, just take care of it here."

Yang Fan closed his eyes, said nothing, and began to practice.

In fact, half of his mind was left in Xianhong Space, and he used the help of green land to help repair the injuries in his body.

At this moment, a sudden light flashed in Yang Fan's mind, thinking of a privilege that he had at level 1 of Xianhong, which could summon someone into the "Xianhong Space".

"Green land has such miraculous therapeutic effects and is full of infinite vitality... Wouldn't that be it? Even if the injured person is seriously ill and is even on the verge of death, half of his foot can save his life and thus bring him back to life."

This idea suddenly arose in Yang Fan's mind, but the premise is that the summoned person cannot have any thought of resisting.

Of course, he was just thinking about it, "Unless the closest relative and most beloved encounter this situation, you must not easily use this function to save people..."

The two stayed in the inner layer of the tomb for two days and two nights. Yang Fan was calm and the injuries caused by the powerful destructive power in his body were also cured by 70% or 80%. This was mostly due to the green land of Xianhong Space. Otherwise, with his own recovery speed, he would not have achieved such an effect without ten days and half a month.

In contrast, Hu Fei was a little uneasy and his eyes swept towards the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse deep in the dark.

"It's been two... two days, why haven't you... not here yet?"

Hu Fei stood at the entrance of the hall and observed the direction of the outer layer.

Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and said lightly: "It should be almost done. Although Yuwu Villa is very afraid of this tomb, it can still allow low-level monks to even mobilize the power of mortals to open up the entrance to the tomb."

At this moment, Yang Fan tried his best to unfold his senses and had already noticed the abnormal movements of zombies and ghosts in the outer layer of the tomb.

The zombie in the Foundation Establishment Stage also left his senses and perhaps heard the movement outside and was attracted by it.

Sure enough, half a day later, there was a sudden movement outside, and the roar of the evil ghost zombies and the collision of magic weapons came from.

“The time is ripe.”

Yang Fan suddenly stood up and walked out of the hall.

"How do you... know?"

Hu Fei was a little unbelievable. He was far superior to his same level in terms of senses. Although he also realized something, he did not dare to make such a conclusion.

"Ah...wait!"

Just when he was stunned, Yang Fan walked outside the hall.

But at this moment, Yang Fan suddenly stopped and looked at the location of the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse in the hall, with a look of contemplation on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

"Under the headless demon corpse is a source of demonic energy..."

Yang Fan has already remembered this matter carefully and paid special attention.

Because there is an extremely powerful magical power among the Nine Nether Demonic Art he practiced, "Nether Demon Flame". This flame is very troublesome to practice, but it will be helpful in places with rich demonic energy. As long as this flame can cultivate the "One Nether" realm, it can rush to the first three realms of immortal cultivation. If it can cultivate the "Three Nethers" realm, it will be an extremely terrifying existence even among high-level monks.

"Hurry...go!"

Hu Fei urged.

"Okay, follow me." Yang Fan said lightly.

"Why...why...to listen to you?"

Hu Fei raised his eyebrows and said in dissatisfaction.

This guy is very strong.

Yang Fan sneered, ignored this man and walked away on his own, looking calm, as if this was not a terrible tomb, but his own courtyard.

Hu Fei hesitated for a moment and intuition told him that following Yang Fan might be the right choice.

In this way, the two walked towards the entrance of the tomb, one in front and one behind.

The space outside the tomb is actually not large, and the terrain is even a bit complicated. There are many ghosts and zombies hidden here, which can threaten the monks in the concentric stage.

Yang Fan walked very slowly, pausing for a moment, very calm.

Hu Fei was a little impatient at first, but behind him, he suddenly realized that after walking for a while, he had not encountered any ghosts or zombies.
To be continued...