Nanchen lost too much blood and his mysterious energy was consumed and overdrawn.

I had reached my physical limit. After holding on for a while, I couldn't hold on and fainted.

On the eve of his coma, he heard someone calling his name.

He was confused and said he was carrying him to rest or something.

Then, he fell into the chaotic darkness.

In that unconscious state, it is no different from sleeping.

I didn't dream, I just fell asleep so blankly.

He didn't know what happened outside...

It will be five days later when Nanchen opened his eyes again.

He got up from the bed weakly.

I still feel a little weak and sore, but my breath is stable and weak, but I am still tired.

Look at your body, it has been bandaged.

Some small wounds have recovered in full under their special physique.

Only some of the sects have sword injuries and have not yet fully recovered.

Nanchen only felt thirsty and wanted to get up and drink water.

Suddenly, in the darkness of the room, the umbrella suddenly opened.

A white air appeared, and a surprise sounded:

"Nanchen, you're awake."

Immediately afterwards, white air appeared at the head of Nanchen's bed and condensed the entity.

It's the female ghost Xiaoyu.

When Nanchen saw Xiaoyu, he nodded and smiled:

"Yeah, I'm awake."

"That's great, what are you doing? You need a rest, lie down quickly!"

After saying that, Xiaoyu pressed Nanchen back on the bed.

Nanchen was powerless to resist:

"Xiao Xiaoyu, I want to drink water!"

Xiaoyu said to Nanchen very seriously:

"Yes, but don't move around, have a good rest."

Then he turned around, walked around the sunlight shining in the window, and drifted to the table next to him to pour a glass of water for Nanchen.

Nanchen took a sip and felt his throat felt much more comfortable.

He leaned against the head of the bed, took a few breaths, and recovered a little strength.

"Xiaoyu, how long have I been in a coma?"

"Five days and one night."

Nan Chen took a deep breath, but he didn't expect that this time he would be in a coma for so long.

"Xiaoyu, is there any movement in the Jiuju faction these days?

My master and senior brother are all okay, right?"

Xiaoyu sat at the head of the bed and began to tell Nanchen what had happened in the past few days.

After he fell into a coma, Nanchen was carried to this room.

Later, I went to chase and kill the disciples of Jiuju and the other sect, and after chasing them down the mountain, I came back one after another.

Because they dare not pursue them too deeply.

After all, the witch Hua Muzi is not dead yet.

If someone else gets the shot back, it will be more than worth the effort.

Afterwards, Taoist Yongming from Baishamen came to bandage Nanchen and treated Nanchen.

He also took out Baishamen’s special treasure medicine and Baisha White Jade Paste for Nanchen to treat.

With Nanchen's own recovery, he did not even have any scars left behind in his recovery wound.

It can be seen how powerful this white sand white jade cream is.

Looking at Taoism, it is hard to find a fortune.

Especially some female monks, even if they kneel down and break their legs, they may not get a little.

However, Master Yongming, the head of the Baishamen, used a whole box on Nanchen.

This thing can not only speed up the recovery of injuries, but also leave no scars.

It can also improve skin activity and delay aging.

Of course, Nanchen does not need this function.

But the older female monk was so envious of her, she was completely a treasure medicine that would last forever.

In addition to settle down Nanchen, Uncle Jiu and others, including Xiaoyu, were also treated with the highest courtesy.

At the same time, in addition to restraining the bodies of his fellow disciples and treating the wounded in the past few days, Baishamen is stepping up the repair of the mountain formation.

But five days passed, and Jiuju's sect never came to attack the mountain again.

However, the fellow practitioners and others around the Dao Alliance rushed to Baishamen one after another.

There are currently as many as 300 people gathered from Baishamen.

As long as Uncle Jiu is in charge and guarding Baishamen, it will no longer be a problem.

Of course, there is still a threat.

The disciples of Jiuju's sect did not retreat.

Instead, they stationed in the southern forest of Kunshan, fifty miles away, and the Maoshan Sect, Wan Gu Sect, and the Jiuju Sect in the East China Sea were also rushing forward.

Now that we are accumulating strength between each other, the Second World War may break out again at any time...

Xiaoyu said everything that happened in the past few days and what she knew.

Nanchen also has a complete grasp of the current situation.

Although the crisis has not been completely resolved, it even protects the White Salmon.

As long as the White Shamen is not thrown away, Su Di will not be thrown away.

If Su Di is not lost, the East China Sea portal will not be opened.

It is not that easy for Jiuju and his faction to attack the Central Plains.

Thinking of this, there were sounds of footsteps outside the house.

Nanchen and Xiaoyu both glanced out.

Nanchen didn't feel anything. He thought it must be Uncle Jiu, Wencai and Jiale might have come.

But Xiaoyu next to her had a deep face.

He looked resentful and muttered to himself:

"Hmph, she's here again..."

Nanchen heard Xiaoyu's words clearly and saw her complaining.

Just asked one more question:

"Xiaoyu, who did you say is coming? Are you very unhappy?"

Xiaoyu turned her head and gave Nanchen a blank look:

"Hmph, I'm naturally unhappy.

Anyway, I feel upset when I see her."

After saying that, without waiting for Nanchen to react, Xiaoyu instantly turned into a ray of white smoke and returned to the umbrella again.

Looking at the closed umbrella, Nanchen was stunned.

What's going on?

Could it be that Xiaoyu doesn’t want to see Uncle Jiu?

After all, Uncle Jiu rejected Nan Chen and Xiaoyu together.

Just as I thought of this, the sound of footsteps was approaching.

The door opened.
To be continued...