At this time, Chen Shouyi was quite miserable. Apart from his pants, most of his clothes were left, and only scattered strips of cloth were hanging on his body. His whole body was almost naked. What's even more terrifying was that his chest was scaly and it made people's scalp numb.

"There are six broken ribs, two of which seem to be in the internal organs, making me feel a little difficult to breathe." Chen Shouyi carefully groped in his chest for a while, his face looked ugly. This was the worst injury he had been, and he almost almost died.

At this time, the invisible mysterious power began to gather rapidly here. A hint of coolness appeared on the severely painful wound, and the wound was beginning to heal quickly.

"It cannot heal like this. The ribs have not yet been reset. I'm afraid it will need to be broken again and endure the pain."

Chen Shouyi hesitated for a moment, suddenly gritted his teeth, lifted the sword, aimed the tip of the sword at his chest, and cut open the surface muscles and skin hard until he saw Sensen's ribs. Then his fingers were trembling, and his deep chest cavity straightened the ribs one by one. The strong pain made him tremble all over and sweat profusely.

The most painful thing is the two ribs inserted into the lungs and liver.

The almost fainting pain almost made him scream, and he kept vomiting blood from his mouth. Even in the middle of the night, which was more than ten degrees below zero, his beads of sweat were still slid down from his face like rain.

"Damn it!" Chen Shouyi flashed a trace of hideousness.

After the ribs were reduced, he quickly controlled his muscles and skin and closed the wound.

The shell girl hiding behind the tree ran out in panic, her calf moved quickly, and ran desperately towards her. She didn't dare to get closer after a few steps away from Chen Shouyi. She looked at Chen Shouyi's blood-covered face and said with concern: "What a giant, you won't die, right?"

"What a giant, don't die."

Chen Shouyi suffocated his chest and sprayed another mouthful of blood.

He waved his hand quickly and told her to get away.

By then, the barbarian kick would not kill him, and he would be angry with her.

The coolness of the wound became stronger and stronger, and even the pain became much less.

He felt his lungs become itchy, and he couldn't help but cough a few times, and then he vomited a few mouthfuls of solidified blood clots.

The blocked breathing became smooth immediately.

In fact, not only the lungs, the punctured liver, the broken ribs, and the incision wounds all emit a strong numbness and itch.

But Chen Shouyi did not dare to catch him, nor did he dare to move, and stood there motionless.

As time goes by, his condition is getting better and better. After five or six minutes, he can walk slowly. After more than ten minutes, his wounds are completely unable to feel pain.

"The recovery speed is so fast, so it is naturally so powerful. The earth is already like this. Wouldn't it be even more amazing if it was in another world?"

He continued to rest for a few minutes and found that except for the intense exercise, he could feel a slight pain, the rest had no effect at all. He looked at the blood stains left by the barbarian along the way.

His eyes turned cold.

"Barbarian, can you escape?" Chen Shouyi murmured in a low voice, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face. This was the first time he had a crushing defeat. He almost died in such a miserable defeat.

The barbarian was stabbed by him, and a blood hole the size of a fist was penetrated into his waist. Even if he did not die, he would not escape much.

"Come up!" Chen Shouyi turned to the shell girl and said.

When the shell girl heard this, she screamed in surprise: "What a giant, are you okay?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Chen Shouyi's face turned black.

The shell girl spitted out her pink little tongue and quickly climbed onto his shoulders along Chen Shouyi's bare legs.

Then he pointed his toes and quickly ran away along the bloodstains left by the other party.

...

In a two-story unmanned office building in a remote area of ​​the park, the door was suddenly smashed to pieces by a figure.

"High Priest, what's wrong with you?"

"I met a strong enemy!" said the barbarian priest to the strong barbarian beside him.

He quickly removed the power of the giant. His body, which was originally giant, shrank rapidly like a leaky balloon, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted. He suddenly collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely.

"Even you are injured, how could this weak world have such a powerful enemy?"

"Barber, don't be careless. This is not our world. The magical power is too weak. A hundred parts of the power can only be used. But don't worry, that person has been kicked by me and is probably seriously injured." The barbarian high priest said weakly, sweating all over, looking down at the terrifying wound, holding his hand gently, and silently saying in his heart: "Healing the wound!"

A faint light flashed across his palm. He moved his palm away and found that the wound had only shrunk a little, and nothing was going to help. He sighed.

The magic technique is given by the gods, and it is not something that can be used if you want to use it. Every time you give it, you must pray devoutly. Fortunately, this time you went deep behind the enemy, and before you set out, he had been specially given many magic techniques, and even received a divine grace, making his body comparable to some powerful warriors.

He used five divine techniques to "heal the wounds" in succession. This terrible wound finally closed slowly. Although he was still bloody, it was at least not very fatal. He had already felt that life was no longer passing slowly as before.

“Herbs!”

The strong barbarian immediately took out a handful of herbs from his arms when he heard this. The high priest picked a few of them and put them in his mouth to chew them. After spitting them out, he carefully applied them to the wound and breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, he continued, "Don't underestimate this world. This world is actually quite powerful. Several gods have fallen here. If the Force of our world had not affected this place through space cracks, we would not have entered so easily, but we should still be careful."

As a high priest, he knew more than ordinary barbarians, and he also maintained a clear and rational mind, and would not be fascinated by blind faith.

A mad believer cannot become a sacrifice.

And he also clearly felt that the power of the God of Courage is slowly declining recently. Perhaps this is why the God of Courage cannot wait to try to conquer this world.

He needs more faith to maintain his divine nature.

It’s just that this idea was too shocking and blasphemous. He just turned his mind and was driven out of his mind.

"As the great priest of my Lord's great God of courage, you are so cautious!" said the strong barbarian.

"This is why I am the high priest, and you have always been a sacrifice. Blind courage cannot be favored by the gods. As servants who spread faith for the gods, what we need more is wisdom, calmness and insight into the world."

The high priest glanced at him and said, and after that, he closed his eyes tiredly and stopped talking.

At this time, he felt a little uneasy for no reason. At first he thought it was an illusion, but a few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes: "I can't stay here anymore, let's go."

His keen hearing made him hear unusual sounds.

"What's wrong with the High Priest?"

"An enemy is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed into the small building with lightning speed.

The strong priest named Barber opened his eyes and raised a desk and smashed it towards his figure. The next moment, a sword light flashed, and the desk was instantly divided into two halves. Before he could even land on the ground, the figure stepped on the table, leaping up like a harrier eagle, and slashed at the barbarian with a sword in the air.

In a hurry, the strong priest had no time to pick up the spear next to him, nor did he have time to use magic skills. Facing the sharp sword light, he could only quickly retreat in a hurry.

This time, Chen Shouyi was much more cautious. Before entering, he had roughly felt the strength of the other party through the memory space. Compared with the previous barbarian who could turn into giants, this barbarian was much weaker.

A few steps later, the barbarian hit the wall heavily. The hard concrete was smashed by his huge force, and his movements inevitably stumbled slightly. At this time, Chen Shouyi had already landed lightly. As soon as his feet touched the ground, his figure blurred and he moved forward in an instant.

The next moment, the wind was howling, and a sharp sword light had penetrated into his forehead like lightning, breaking open a terrible wound the size of a bowl.
Chapter completed!