Chapter 1558 1559 The Old Face Can't Hang

"You don't have to feel sorry for me. There is more than one cultivation illusion in the Holy Court. Each of them has its own mystery. The benefits I get from other illusions may not necessarily be weaker than this holy soul illusion." Seeing Mu Han Yan's disappointment made it easy for Ye Lanfeng to guess what she was thinking. She was secretly moved and said softly.

Mu Hanyan was relieved at this moment, thinking about it was right, Ye Lanfeng was able to cultivate such a level at such a young age, apart from his own aptitude, he naturally also had a chance that ordinary people could only dream of, and he didn't need to feel sorry for him.

"By the way, Uncle, he also has his own sage swordsmanship, can't he also go?" Mu Hanyan suddenly thought of Yue Fanchen and said anxiously.

She had heard Jian Wuchen say that that powerful and mysterious woman, the predecessor of her eighth reincarnation, once left a sword soul in this holy soul fantasy, and she also hoped to rely on this sword soul to add more He would use his own blood to repair the foundation for him. If he couldn't go, wouldn't he miss the opportunity bestowed by God.

"Uncle?" Ye Lanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she was talking about Yue Fanchen. She smiled and said, "His swordsmanship can't be regarded as real swordsmanship. You will understand when you advance to the holy rank."

Only then did Mu Hanyan feel relieved. As for why she would understand after arriving at the Sword Saint, she didn't ask too much. The way of cultivation, some things must always be understood by oneself.

Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan was a little depressed again. She was also a master of the Sword Saint Realm in her previous life. Unfortunately, she died inexplicably after being promoted. She didn't have time to feel the difference in the Sword Saint Realm. Unlucky swordsman.

"Okay, hurry up and rest, tomorrow morning, I will send you to the Holy Soul Illusion." Ye Lanfeng patted Mu Hanyan on the shoulder, got up and said.

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"The Illusion of the Holy Soul is open, the Illusion of the Holy Soul is open!" At the same time, Han Yutang looked at the strange lights outside the window, and said with a crying voice, gnashing his teeth.

Originally, he also had the opportunity to go to the Holy Soul Illusion to comprehend the sword soul of a strong man. That was his greatest wish, but if he was injured like this, he naturally had no hope.

At this time, Han Yutang was sitting in a wooden barrel, immersing his whole body in the scalding medicinal liquid, like a cooked crab.

Relying on the nourishment of this rare medicinal liquid, his almost shattered limbs and severely injured internal organs have been healed as before, not only did he not leave any hidden dangers, he was even stronger than ordinary practitioners. Although kendo practice pays more attention to the internal cultivation of energy, but when the strength reaches a certain level, a stronger body can also get twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, for him, this has no meaning anymore. If his qi is destroyed, no matter how strong his body is, it is of no use at all.

"Master, save me, think of a way, I also want to go to the Holy Soul Illusion, I also want to go." Han Yutang pleaded with tears streaming down his face.

"Alas." Ao Fangchen sighed.

Although the Holy Soul Illusion only restricts those saint-level masters who already have their own swordsmanship, the others are not too restricted. The power is extremely solid, and it is simply not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Master..." Seeing Ao Fangchen sighing silently, Han Yutang's heart was like an ice valley, and he let out a cry of despair.

"Yutang, you need to heal your wounds first. The Holy Court has more than one place to cultivate illusions. When your injuries are healed, there will still be opportunities." Han Yutang said comfortingly.

"You lied to me, you lied to me all the time, my injury can't be cured at all, can't be cured!" Han Yutang has heard similar comforts many times these days, but his hopes have been dashed again and again, this time , He finally knew that his injury would never get better, and his spirit had completely collapsed. While yelling wildly, he slammed into the wall naked.

"Yutang!" Ao Fangchen pressed Han Yutang down.

Although he never liked this apprentice, he had been with him for so many years, and he still had feelings for him. Seeing him end up like this, Ao Fangchen's eyes were filled with tears.

"Yutang, don't worry first, let your master think of a way, we will not let you go, your injury will have a chance to heal sooner or later." More than ten other old men also gathered around, Qizui. Eight tongues of advice.

They are all elders from the peaks and valleys of the Holy Court. They have always been friends with Ao Fangchen, and some of them are even his juniors. This time, in order to heal Han Yutang, Ao Fangchen invited them all. Unfortunately, everyone Working together, he could only heal his internal organs in the end, but there was nothing he could do about Qi Hai's injuries.

"You lied to me, you are all lying to me." Han Yutang didn't believe their words at all, and continued to yell like crazy. Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes were red, and he shouted hysterically, "Mu Hanyan, it was Mu Hanyan who made me this way, I want to kill her, I want to kill her!"

Roaring and roaring, Han Yutang rolled his eyes and fainted.

Several old men were about to rescue him, but Ao Fangchen stopped him: "Let him rest, he has to continue to go crazy when he wakes up."

When he said this, Ao Fangchen looked exhausted. In order to help Han Yutang absorb the medicinal power these days, he also worked hard and was exhausted.

"Hey, this Mu Hanyan's shot is too ruthless. Even if Yutang is in a bad way, he shouldn't hurt him like this." An old man looked at Han Yutang, who was still in a coma, and muttered. With a sigh. These people never thought that if Han Yutang succeeded, Mu Hanyan and the others would die without a place to be buried. So, the double standard thing is really disgusting.

"Elder Ao, Yutang fell into this kind of field, can't he really let Mu Hanyan go like this?" Another old man asked unwillingly.

"If we let him go like this, how will we see the two elders of Han Lin after we die?" The other elders also said with "righteous indignation". The second elder Han Lin they referred to was Han Yutang's grandfather and grandfather.

Regardless of their age, they are all Ao Fangchen's juniors. Han Yutang's grandfather and grandfather were kind to them back then, so they always regarded him as their own juniors. In this way, the initiator, Mu Hanyan, was still at ease, and naturally felt unwilling.

Ao Fangchen's face turned ashen. When he was at Shengjian Peak that day, he wanted to beat Mu Hanyan into a cripple, but he had no choice but to have Jian Wuchen Ye Lanfeng to support her, and the Holy Master came out and muddled. Only come back in vain.

In fact, he also knew the intention of the Holy Master. The matter of the beast soul pool was originally because Han Yutang made a mistake first. For the overall situation of the Holy Court, he would definitely not do anything to Mu Hanyan, and it was nothing more than a trick.

If others don't say it, he will probably only swallow this breath. After all, others are the Holy Master. No matter how unwilling he is, it is impossible to really tear his face with him, but now everyone is bringing up the old things again. Can't hang anymore.

"Don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for Yutang." Ao Fangchen said through gritted teeth.