Destiny Martial God

Bai Chi Gate, Qingyun Peak!

If there is only one martial saint among the masters of Qingcheng Sect, even if he is a martial saint of the peak level, then Yu Haoran has a certain degree of confidence in keeping the opponent by taking the risk of using the blood essence of the fourth-level holy python and then performing the transformation secret method.

After all, the blood essence of the python that has been nurtured in his body is still a fourth-level holy seventh-level peak beast in the inner valley of the Death Valley, which has fought with the gibbon and possesses the law of emptiness.

Although he is limited by the influence of his own cultivation and cannot use the power of the law of emptiness in the blood essence, the martial saint of the peak level is also not proficient in the use of the power of the law and cannot really exert the power of the law.

Relying on the energy of the peak level of the fourth-level holy seventh-level contained in the python's energy, he can completely suppress the martial saint of the peak level.

However, facing three martial saints, unless he takes the risk of using the means of tower spirit possession, otherwise, he has no means of counterattack.

But Ruyin, who was at the peak of the ninth level of the fourth-level holy realm, made him unable to expose the existence of the tower spirit.

So, in desperation, he could only use the detoxification pill in advance to remove the poison in his master's body, and then use a large number of top-level pills to help him hold back one or two martial saints, so that he could use the blood of the python to kill them one by one.

He flashed in front of the training room of Pingzhengju.

Feeling the energy fluctuations coming from the training room, Yu Haoran knew that this was the protection method used by the master to use the power of the holy realm before he fainted.

He emitted his own breath and merged into the training room. After feeling his breath, the protective power in the training room gradually receded.

Yu Haoran pushed the door and entered the training room.

"Master, please let go of your own defense so that your disciple can help you remove the poison of the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Powder."

Although the power guarding the training room has receded, Feng Qingyun's own defense is still there, so Yu Haoran hopes that the master can hear his inner cry.

Otherwise, he could only rely on the spiritual thoughts of the peak realm of the Tower Spirit Martial Honor to forcibly break through the master's own defense.

But this would aggravate the master's injuries.

Fortunately, Yu Haoran was lucky. Feng Qingyun, who was in a coma, seemed to have heard his inner cry, and the defensive power on his body gradually dissipated.

With joy in his heart, Yu Haoran quickly took out two detoxification pills, crushed one and sprinkled it directly on Feng Qingyun's body, and forced the other into his mouth, and used the spiritual liquid to help him swallow it.

It didn't take long, only twenty seconds, and Feng Qingyun, who was in a coma, gradually woke up.

Opening his eyes, seeing Yu Haoran with a worried face, Feng Qingyun showed a relieved smile.

One minute later, with the poison of the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers in his body, the impact on his body became weaker and weaker. Feng Qingyun, who was originally lying flat on the ground, sat cross-legged directly with his knees bent.

Without time to greet Yu Haoran, he took out several pills from the storage ring and swallowed them, using the power of the pills to recover the energy, soul power and potential consumed by performing the secret method.

Although the quality of the pills Feng Qingyun had just taken was okay, it was unrealistic to rely on those pills to recover to a certain strength in a short time.

Therefore, Yu Haoran took out the pills that had been prepared long ago, including the fifth-level first-grade soul-restoring pill given by Ruyun, and handed them to Feng Qingyun, saying.

"Master, use these pills to restore your energy and soul power!"

After hearing Yu Haoran's reminder, Feng Qingyun opened his eyes and looked at it. After a flash of shock on his face, he shook his head and refused.

"Haoran, these pills are too expensive. You should keep them for future use."

"Master, have you forgotten your disciple's talent in alchemy?"

"I can refine as many pills as I want in the future. They are not precious or not. You don't have to feel sorry for them."

Facing the master's refusal, Yu Haoran forced the pills into his hands and explained.

"Moreover, Qingyun Peak is facing the crisis of being destroyed at this time, and I am also facing the danger of being killed. I urgently need your help."

"So, I beg you to use these pills to recover my strength quickly!"

After hearing Yu Haoran's reminder, Feng Qingyun's face changed slightly. Without any hesitation, he swallowed all the pills stuffed into his hand, and then quickly recovered his strength with the help of the pills, while signaling Yu Haoran to explain the crisis and danger mentioned just now.

"Master, this is the case...!"

He briefly told Yu Haoran about his experience during this period after he fainted, the arrangements made by his senior brother Chu Zhongyu, and the fact that hundreds of masters from Qingcheng Sect could attack at any time.

Although he knew that drastic changes in emotions were not conducive to the recovery of potential and strength, Feng Qingyun still couldn't control his inner shock after hearing Yu Haoran's concise introduction.

Staring blankly at the disciple in front of him who was only 18 years old and should have been practicing carefree under the protection of the master, Feng Qingyun was filled with guilt and self-blame because of his coma and the weakness of the senior brothers of Qingyun Peak, which led to him working hard for the master and taking risks several times.

At the same time, he also secretly made up his mind that he must change his mentality of not competing with the world, and do his best to improve the strength of other disciples of Qingyun Peak, and never let his most valued disciple Yu Haoran work so hard and take risks.

Five minutes later, with the help of the top-notch elixir given by Yu Haoran, Feng Qingyun barely recovered the potential that was overdrawn by performing the secret method, and then stood up and instructed him.

"Go to Yinyue Pavilion and see how many people in Baichimen are still concerned about the sect!"

"Master, your injuries and strength?"

Five minutes may not be enough to recover the influence of overdrawn potential and the poison of Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Powder on strength.

"Haoran, you don't have to worry. The power of the law that Master has realized can allow me to quickly recover my strength with the power of elixir without meditating." Feng Qingyun explained with a smile.

"That's good!" Nodding, Yu Haoran accompanied Feng Qingyun to leave Pingzhengju and return to Yinyue Pavilion.

"You are beautiful snakes!" Just after entering the courtyard of Yinyue Pavilion, Feng Qingyun instinctively mobilized the power of the law and asked fiercely when he saw Ruyin and Ruyun standing in the courtyard.

"Who are you?" Seeing Yu Haoran accompanying the middle-aged man exuding a refined aura into the Hidden Moon Pavilion, Ruyin also asked with a gloomy face.

Although this middle-aged man full of refined aura was only a third-grade martial saint, and his Yuanli and soul were far from recovered, the special aura that flashed across his body just now made Ruyin feel a little threatened.

"Master, Senior Ruyin!" Yu Haoran appeared between Feng Qingyun and Ruyin, blocking their hostile eyes, and shouted helplessly.