When Zhang Zhifeng saw it, his heart was cold. Qinghun's life power had been exhausted!

Now, Qinghun does not have any life breath, just like a corpse without any decay. From the perspective of ordinary people, this can be regarded as death. Even if Zhang Zhifeng has achieved extraordinary medical skills, there is no way at present.

"If I succeed in my resurrection technique..." Zhang Zhifeng felt ache in his heart, and a hint of resentment suddenly arose in his heart, resentment for not learning holy medical skills well in the past... He hoped to achieve great success in the resurrection technique in an instant, but he understood that it was just a fantasy. The practice of holy medical skills was very difficult. His current level of holy medical skills was far from perfection, and there was still a long way to go.

Fortunately, the situation of another woman, Nanfeng, was stable, and everything else was normal except that she had not woken up.

"This..." A saint of the Dragon Whale tribe stepped forward, waved his hand and said in a difficult-to-mouthed 6 words, but I don't know if his 6 words are too bad, or if I really don't know what to call Zhang Zhifeng at this moment, I opened my mouth awkwardly.

"No, I will definitely save Qinghun."

Zhang Zhifeng bit his lip and frowned. He glanced at the sea cultivator around him, but did not answer the saint, who turned into a stream of light, instantly swept across the sky and flew into the distance.

Zhang Zhifeng's view of these sea cultivators is somewhat similar to that of blood reward. He is not afraid of these cultivators. Even if they surround him, he will not care as long as he does not form a powerful formation.

After all, as far as ordinary saints are concerned, Zhang Zhifeng can kill with one punch!

Although he could not have beaten the army of 80,000 cultivators, if Zhang Zhifeng wanted to leave, he really didn't have to care about them.

"etc"

It was still the saint, and he shouted suddenly. At the same time, more than 30 fast-growing masters, including five saints, chased Zhang Zhifeng.

Zhang Zhifeng narrowed his eyes, turned around suddenly, and stretched out his hand and punched him!

Boom! The five saints joined forces to block, but were still hit and retreated repeatedly. They couldn't help but stop at the same time, showing solemnity.

"Whoever wants to die, come with it!"

Zhang Zhifeng shouted coldly, used his talented flying combat skills, and passed through the sky like a meteor and disappeared into the distant sky.

...

"What kind of strength is he?" a saint asked in the Hai tribe. ()

"I don't know, this person is very mysterious. The feeling he gives me is stronger than the blood group... Anyway, it's not something we can deal with. Go back. Such a master appears in the seas of our clan. You have to report it to the clan leader and the elder group as soon as possible."

"Well, he is indeed not something we can deal with, but the punch he just now had very strange force, it didn't seem to have powerful skills, and that power was really weird." One person was quite puzzled in his tone.

"Don't say here, Hui people first." A Dragon Whale tribe member glanced at the other scattered masters next to him and stopped the discussions of the tribe.

Several saints of the Dragon Whale Clan left with their 80,000 cultivators. The other cultivators felt bored and shook their heads and dispersed, but they couldn't help but guess in their hearts that the cultivator who was obviously not a sea clan, where did the strong man come from?

When the crowd dispersed, a white light suddenly burst out from the sea. He looked around and sighed suddenly. Then, the white light suddenly rotated, like a white tornado. A large amount of sea water rushed into it and flew out with the rotation.

But after looking closely, the faint blood color in the sea water had disappeared.

That is the blood that overflowed after Zhang Zhifeng was injured.

The white light flashed and became more condensed, and the bright light flashed, with a luster like a solid jade.

"Not enough, not enough!" Bai Guang shouted in pain.

...

Zhang Zhifeng did not fly far. Relying on the Cong ear technique and the irregular many turns, Zhang Zhifeng was sure that there was no cultivator following him. At this time, he coincidentally found a reef. The reef was only a little less than half a meter high and exposed outside, but it was enough for Zhang Zhifeng.

Zhang Zhifeng rushed to the reef and used his skills to force the surrounding sea water. No matter how big waves surging, it would be impossible for him to rush within a hundred meters around him.

Zhang Zhifeng immediately released Qinghun, Nanfeng and the little beast to the storage space. The little beast looked after Nanfeng, and he gently placed Qinghun on the ground.

"The energy lock of all things..."

Zhang Zhifeng reached out and covered Qinghun's head with his hand and slowly said the name. He felt that Qinghun's physical condition was frozen at this moment, Zhang Zhifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you going to do?" Zhiling suddenly asked.

"Save people." Zhang Zhifeng's answer was very simple. He looked into the storage space again, but found that the ten thousand-year-old spiritual root had scattered all over the storage space, dissolved into the mountains, rivers, stones and trees...

"What a pity." Zhang Zhifeng was slightly sad.

After a moment of silence, Jingling asked again: "How to save me, don't tell me you don't know."

"Of course I know that now, I will first attack the holy realm." Zhang Zhifeng was very calm, "When I reach the holy realm, I will have endless vitality and will definitely save the Qinghun!"

Zhang Zhifeng knew very well that when a first-class master entered the holy realm, he had to wait for the opportunity. When the time came, he would naturally become a saint. Although the opportunity was very low, this was the most important point of becoming a saint: it would be natural.

Zhang Zhifeng is now in such a state of poor physical condition and unstable mood. Although he felt like he was about to break through to the holy realm at first, he had not reached the natural level after all. Now he forced his entry into the holy realm is a forced breakthrough, and the level of danger is far from imagination. For ordinary first-class masters, he is almost certain to die.

Although Zhang Zhifeng has some special abilities, such as "martial arts" and holy medical skills, it can still be said to be a death-seeking act if he wants to break through to the holy realm. Therefore, when he finished speaking, he was ready to hear the roar of the fingering spirit and object.

However, unexpectedly, Zhiling said calmly: "Then, you can break through."

This made Zhang Zhifeng stunned, and he couldn't help but frown and said in confusion: "Do you don't object?"

"Haha, why should I object? You will definitely succeed, you will definitely." Zhiling said affirmatively. The kind of firmness and trust he conveyed made Zhang Zhifeng tremble.

Zhang Zhifeng's thoughts were slightly trembling, and the idea of ​​expressing gratitude was not conveyed in the end. He just clenched his fists hard, and at the same time, he looked at Qinghun deeply, followed by Nan Feng, and Jinzi anxiously guarding the side.

"Isn't it just a holy realm? It's just a holy realm. I already have several holy realm deaths in my hands."

Zhang Zhifeng cheered himself up, and then closed his eyes tightly.

Zhang Zhifeng knew the specific methods of first-class masters entering the holy realm. At first, there was a message left by the Silver Ring Saint, and then Ding Daqin gave him a detailed explanation after breaking through to the holy realm. These are all Zhang Zhifeng's confidence in breaking through to the holy realm!

"Step, sublimation of mind, I can avoid this step."

The power of Zhang Zhifeng's thoughts has long exceeded the holy realm. This is the most difficult, painful and time-consuming step, just skip it.

"The second step is to gather enough energy of heaven and earth."
Chapter completed!