The Peerless God of War of the Female President

The capital, the view of auspicious clouds, early in the morning.

A ray of sunlight passed through the maple leaves outside Xiangyun Temple and fell on Zuo Ran's pale face.

At this time, she looked as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, and her delicate facial features added a bit of holiness against the backdrop of the morning light.

On the long eyelashes there seemed to be drops of water that hadn't dried up, but I didn't know whether it was the morning dew or her tears.

Yang Chen was still sitting opposite her, his eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face was extremely pale.

He has used four kinds of chaotic energy to run non-stop in Zuo Ran's body for two hours, repairing her broken meridians, healing her damaged internal organs, and restoring her bones, but how about her heart? There is also no way to recover the beating.

again and again……

Yang Chen couldn't remember how many times he tried, Zuo Ran's heart still refused to beat.

"Brother, it's blood. The blood in Miss Zuo's body has almost dried up. Even if you have the power to recover, it won't help..."

The old Taoist Yuming, who had been silently protecting the Dharma, reminded Yang Chen.

Correct!
is blood!

Yang Chen wished he could slap himself in the face, after working so hard for so long, he actually ignored such an obvious problem!
So he quickly withdrew his hand, and with the nails of his left and right little fingers, made a hard cut in his artery.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Yuming turned pale with shock and hurriedly stopped him: "You two have different blood types? Even if you are a saint, you can't transfuse randomly regardless of your blood type, understand?"

"I know her blood type is the same as mine. With our identity, we know the blood type of every companion around us!"

"However, there is only so much blood in everyone's body. Miss Zuo is losing a lot of blood now. Even if you give her half of your blood, it's still not enough for her to come back to life!"

How could Yang Chen listen to Yu Ming's nagging, he also cut a cut on Zuo Ran's wrist, and then pasted the wounds on the two people's wrists together.

"Hey... I really owe this mouth, this time, I will also be charged with the account that he went against the sky..."

Old Daoist Yuming smacked his face, then closed his mouth.

Yang Chen's blood, driven by the chaotic power, entered Zuo Ran's body.

The blood full of chaotic energy was rushing through Zuo Ran's veins like water entering the sea.

thump--

thump--

The moment Zuo Ran's weak heartbeat sounded, Yang Chen could no longer control his emotions, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Hearing Zuo Ran's heartbeat, each sound was stronger and more stable, Yang Chen's heart that had been hanging on it finally fell to the ground.

The blood of a saint is extraordinary.

Yang Chen's blood is the blood of a saint.

The energy contained in this blood is subtly transforming Zuo Ran's body functions.

Finally, Zuo Ran's eyelids moved slightly, and then slowly opened.

When her blurred vision finally became clear, she saw Yang Chen sitting in front of her with tears all over his face.

The corners of Zuo Ran's mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, and he gently parted his vermilion lips and said, "You are crying."

"You just woke up, don't talk."

At this moment, Yang Chen couldn't care less about wiping away his tears, and activated his internal force again, sending his own blood into Zuo Ran's body.

Zuo Ran quickly discovered the fact that Yang Chen was giving him a blood transfusion, so he quickly said: "I'm fine, you don't need to give me blood transfusions anymore, if this goes on, your body won't be able to take it anymore!"

"It's okay, I'm a saint, remember."

Although Yang Chen said so, the dizziness that came from him made his vision blur.

"Hey, you idiots who complain about women, I have been cultivating hard for more than fifty years, and the merits and virtues I have accumulated in half my life have all been destroyed by you today..."

The old Taoist Yuming sighed after finishing speaking, and waved the whisk in his hand towards Yang Chen's face.

After the whisk was lightly brushed, Yang Chen rolled his eyes, and fell straight backwards, was caught by Yu Ming, carried him on his shoulders, and walked into the Zen room where he lived.

"Girl, the bones on your body have just been connected by Yang Chen, but it's not appropriate to move around, just wait here, I'll be back soon."

Zuo Ran didn't listen to Yuming's words, so he stood up all of a sudden, trying to keep up with Yuming.

As a result, as soon as she stood up, there was a piercing pain in her legs. It turned out that, as Yuming said, although her broken bones had been fixed, it would take time to fully recover.

"Girl, don't worry, whether I can prove the Tao in the future depends entirely on this kid. I am more worried about his death than you!"

Even though Yuming said that, Zuo Ran couldn't believe it. Enduring the severe pain from all over his body, he forcibly moved into Yuming's meditation room step by step.

After entering the meditation room, Zuo Ran found that Yang Chen had been placed on his bed by Yu Ming, sitting upright with his eyes closed, his face pale.

"Hey, in order to save you, he lost all the blood in his body. If it wasn't for the fact that his cultivation had not been sanctified, he would have died already."

Only then did Zuo Ran remember that he was seriously injured by Miyamoto before, and couldn't help but look deeply at Yang Chen.

"Perhaps you should understand now, why did Master Mu ask me to give you that bronze piece?"

Zuo Ran nodded in a daze, but soon began to shake his head again: "I don't understand, if Master Mu had expected this scene, why didn't he explain the matter beforehand? Wouldn't it be safer? "

The old Taoist Yuming shook his head: "It's different. The primordial force of chaos is the purest force in the universe when the world has not yet opened, so it is called primordial force. When the chaos is opened, two forms are born, two forms produce four images, and four forms are born." Elephants give birth to gossip, and gossip gives birth to all things and belongs to the five elements, so each of the five elements is an existence that despises all things, and it can be called extremely overbearing."

"Yang Chen already has three kinds of primal forces of chaos in his body. These three kinds of primordial forces form a tripod in his body, and it is difficult to accommodate other primal forces. Therefore, if you want to use the primordial power of water before Injecting force into Yang Chen's body, the risk is not much less than suicide."

"The Daoist means to say that Master Mu is sure that Yang Chen will be attacked by that Miyamoto, and that I will avenge him at all costs, so why did you ask you to hand over that piece of bronze to me?"

Old Taoist Yu Ming nodded: "That's right, whether it's in Master Mu or in my deduction of hexagrams, you are bound to die, ten deaths have no life. But Yang Chen is a person who came here with great luck. If it is destined to exchange your death for his life, I will not hesitate!"

"But, if I was destined to die, why did he save me?"

The old Taoist Yuming sighed and said: "In order to save you, he used four kinds of chaotic energy to wash your bones and marrow, and even injected four-fifths of the saint's blood in his body into your body. If you don't wake up again , I bet he will give you the last drop of blood in his body."

Two lines of tears dripped down Zuo Ran's cheeks: "Why does he..."

"I guess, he is fighting against the sky. Since he is the chosen one, then God will not allow him to die, so he will stop this crazy life-changing behavior only if God makes you come back to life."

Zuo Ran nodded silently, because she finally understood at this moment...

"Then, does it matter to him now?"

"Don't worry, God will not let him die before his mission is completed, but I don't know what punishment he will receive for disobeying God's will..."

After Yuming finished speaking, he took out a small wooden box from his cabinet. After opening it, he took out a simple and simple nanmu box from it, and took out a piece of amber-like thing from the box.

"This was sent by Mu Zhenren with the bronze block back then. He said it was called 'Yuanxiang', and it had the effect of promoting muscle blood and strengthening the spirit. But at that time, his letter said that if this things, then the future will be unpredictable.”

"Unpredictable? What do you mean?"

The old Taoist Yuming was silent for a while, put Yuanxiang into the incense burner and lit it, and soon a strange fragrance filled the room.

"It means that I just made up a hexagram to predict the future good or bad, but found that the hexagram is in a mess, I have no clue, and I can't see anything..."

"The hexagrams are chaotic? Isn't it very common for Yibu to have chaotic hexagrams?"

The old Taoist Yuming smiled bitterly and said: "You are talking about ordinary people, and I happen to be an extraordinary one. If even my hexagrams are messed up, then there is only one possibility-it is the chaos of heaven. ..."