After three consecutive Wushang Pills were eaten, the medicinal power was like a fire stove, burning between Shui Qingyang's limbs and bones. The almost extinguished fire of life, which was catalyzed by the medicinal power, rekindled little by little.

Gradually, the fire of life became more and more prosperous, and the spark spread everywhere in Shui Qingyang's body, and finally merged into one, and his life energy was greatly improved.

The penetrating heart is bridden at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin and flesh are squirming, reorganizing, and scabs between countless blood holes on the body.

The heart began to beat slowly and his breathing became more frequent. Jiang Mengyin took Shui Qingyang's pulse and sensed the changes in his body. Tears fell down, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

There was a dead silence in the ruins. I don’t know how long it took, Shui Qingyang slowly woke up, and his eyes became instantly full of consciousness after a moment of confusion.

"You are really lucky and will never die like this." Seeing him awakening, Jiang Mengyin pretended to be angry, as if you had left me for luck when you met me, and you would never see the previous nervousness and worries.

She sat three steps away from Shui Qingyang, with brocade tumblers under her butt, her feet together, and her hands holding her cheeks. She was exploring Shui Qingyang up and down, as if she was curious about why he was still alive after being injured so seriously.

Shui Qingyang lay on his back on the ground, with a trace of magic power left in his body, so he didn't dare to waste it. He quickly took out a pill of Wushang Pill from the storage ring and swallowed it. With the powerful power of medicine, he stepped up the recovery of the remaining injuries, and used the magic power converted from medicine to absorb the pure spiritual energy.

"This guy..." Jiang Mengyin muttered to herself. She found that Shui Qingyang really didn't take Wushang Pill seriously.

According to her idea, it would be enough to swallow a jade dew pill in this case. Wushang Pill is a thing to save lives, but it was wasted such a waste, which is even more costly than the eldest lady of the aristocratic family!

About half an hour later, Shui Qingyang sat cross-legged on the ground, and his mana filled the Xiating Palace at an extremely fast speed.

Another hour later, he dissipated his magic power, his injuries were almost completely healed, and his magic power also returned to its peak state.

However, Shui Qingyang did not open his eyes immediately. He was experiencing the gains of the previous battle, especially the sword that seemed ordinary but broke the gatekeeper at the last moment, which touched his mind.

It seems that everything in the world, from the beginning to the complexity, and constantly improving and sublimating, will eventually return to dullness. But this is by no means returning to the origin, but another higher level of beginning.

The so-called Tao is simple, Tao is simple, and one word simple contains too much.

The last sword made Shui Qingyang see his return to nature. After countless battles over the years, all his experiences and instincts about fighting are all in that sword.

Thousands of swords appeared in front of Shui Qingyang's eyes, each sword represents a sword move. In the end, the Thousands of swords continued to simplify and condense, turning into hundreds of swords, then dozens of swords, more than a dozen swords... In the end, there were two swords left.

Silent...

The two swords fought endlessly and attacked each other.

But at some point, under Shui Qingyang's amazing control, the two swords crossed, forming a cross shape, and the intersection was filled with light. The two swords dissipated and reorganized, turning into a sword!

Shui Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, and in the void, countless cold sword energy seemed to pass by. Jiang Mengyin, who was sitting on one side, didn't understand why, and couldn't help but shrink her delicate body.

She felt that Shui Qingyang was different, but she couldn't tell what was different. To put it bluntly, the other party's temperament had changed.

If Shui Qingyang had a little sharpness before, then at this time he would give people a sense of restraint of sharpness, just like a magic sword Kaifeng, but it was deliberately hidden in the sword sheath. It was not that the sword edge was unfavorable, but that it was just disdainful to display it.

Shui Qingyang met Shang Jiang Mengyin's gaze and asked, "Did anything happen during my coma?"

Jiang Mengyin was still observing him carefully. After a while, she realized it and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Silently, Shui Qingyang had to ask again.

After thinking about it for a moment, Jiang Mengyin shook her head and said, "No, why do you ask like that?"

Shui Qingyang: "I'm just surprised that with the injuries I suffered, my life energy has not stopped. And after waking up, a Wushang Pill healed the injury."

Jiang Mengyin raised her lips and smiled, and said indifferently: "That proves that Wushang Pill works. Do you still don't like it?"

Shui Qingyang's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at her with a burning look. Before she spoke, he took the lead in retracting his gaze and stood up and looked around.

There is only a dozen meters of circular space between the eighth stone wall and the ninth stone wall. The stone slabs on the ground are dilapidated, and the two stone walls are also mottled, expressing the ruthlessness of time.

A broken sword lay on the ground, which was the Duntian Sword. Shui Qingyang stretched out his hand, and the Duntian Sword was held in his hand. Looking at the cracked sword body, he couldn't help but sigh.

Jiang Mengyin walked up and said, "This sword is of good material. It seems that you used it very early. Where did you steal it?"

Shui Qingyang ignored her jokes and said bitterly: "The Qin family gave it to you, Qin's family, is your cousin Qin He's Qin family. I have used this sword for three or four years. It's very easy, but I didn't expect..."

I have heard that the swordsmen in the world have extraordinary feelings for the sword. Jiang Mengyin thought that Shui Qingyang was the same, so she raised her eyes and said, "Don't be too sad. If you have the chance to go out, I will tell my family and recast the Sky Sword. If you want to change it to a new one, the family will definitely give you a better one."

Touching the crack of the Sky Sword, Shui Qingyang put it in the storage ring, and then used magic power to isolate perception.

He cleaned the blood stains on his body, changed into a new long gown, took out a slender black sword, and then removed his magic power and walked forward.

Jiang Mengyin fell behind and couldn't help but secretly admire Shui Qingyang's back. She felt that this guy was different, but she said angrily: "What do you mean? You don't even say something, it's so boring!"

Shui Qingyang said lightly: "If you are afraid, follow me. It is not embarrassing to change the topic. The current dilemma cannot be solved."

"Hey, you said I'm afraid? A joke, will this city lord be afraid?" Jiang Mengyin looked as if she was extremely humiliated. Seeing Shui Qingyang walking past the ninth stone wall, she stood in front of her firmly, stopped talking again, and quickly followed.

Behind the ninth stone wall is an extremely empty place with a circular shape, and naturally the core part of the ruins, about hundreds of meters in radius.

Jiang Mengyin saw a three-bedroom palace at first sight. It was more than ten meters high, with a double-eaved hip roof, the roof tiles were pitch black, and the wooden pillars and window lattices were the same color. Most of them were tilted and could directly see the situation inside the palace.

However, because the gray fog inside is rolling, it constantly flows through the roof, windows, etc. into the sky, it is not real to see it, giving people a sense of mystery.
Chapter completed!