In the dimly lit cave, a burly figure lay on a stone slab that had been flattened.
His body was covered in blood that had yet to be wiped clean, but his bulging muscles could not relax, giving off a premonition that he could collapse at any time.
Is this Pan?
Yang Jian roughly understood why Daoist Tian Yan had hesitated before bringing him here. He probably didn't want his impression of the Pangu God to collapse and affect his Dao heart.
However, inexplicably, not only did Yang Jian not feel his Dao heart collapse, but he still respected and feared the man lying on the stone slab.
Since the creation of the Taiyi Sect, this should be one of the few true experts who could defeat a supreme expert as a Saint.
A few people came up to him. Yang Jian could not recognize who they were, but one of them, who looked somewhat young, gave him a familiar feeling.
Primordial Phoenix?
One of them asked in a trembling voice, "Fellow Daoist, can you save the Pan God?"
"Let me see." Daoist Tian Yan secretly sent a voice transmission to Yang Jian. "Don't expose that we are people who have returned from the future. Otherwise, it will be easy for us to be trapped here and unable to return. Later, use Xuanqi to heal the Pan God's injuries. "
Yang Jian nodded without a trace and walked to the stone slab with Daoist Tian Yan.
Daoist Tian Yan held Pangu's wounded and cracked hand with one hand. His body trembled slightly, and then he slowly shook his head.
"Let me try."
Yang Jian took the initiative to speak. Daoist Tian Yan nodded and moved to the side. The few people behind them gathered in front of the stone slab in a flash and stood in front of the Pan God, blocking Yang Jian.
The dead woman, who was Primordial Phoenix, said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
Yang Jian was silent and only looked at Daoist Tian Yan.
"He is a friend I invited back. I can guarantee with my life that he is definitely not a lackey of a supreme expert."
The few of them were clearly confused. Yang Jian just waited quietly, waiting for them to move aside one by one.
It could not be helped. Pan was already at the end of his rope. Even if there was a chance, they did not want to give up.
Yang Jian bowed and walked to Pangu's side. He placed two fingers on the Pan God's wrist and injected Xuanqi.
With that injection, Yang Jian finally saw the serious injuries hidden in Pangu's body. To make an inappropriate analogy, the Pangu God's body was like a broken sack that had been cut hundreds of times with a sharp blade and placed flat on the stone slab.
It would have been fine if he had not been moved. However, as long as he exerted a little force, Pangu would have been ripped apart. been.
How he was to be. Pangu would have been destroyed.
The supreme expert retreated helplessly. He must have suffered injuries that were not weaker than Pan Gu's. However, with the supreme expert's realm, survival was naturally not a problem. After all, the Pan Shen was still a major realm away …
Yang Jian sighed in his heart. Streams of Xuanqi were sent into the Pangu God's body.
Sharing the same origin, Xuanqi was quickly absorbed by the remaining wisps of Xuanqi in the Pangu God's body. Then, it began to circulate in his body and gradually stabilized his injuries.
With a thought, Yang Jian wanted to try using his Mystic Blood to repair the body of the God of Pan. However, just as the thought arose, Yang Jian's Mystic Body suddenly warned him.
It was as if he would disappear from this place if he did that.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and immediately understood the logic behind it. If he healed the Pangu God's injuries now and prevented the Pangu God from dying, the entire process of the Primordial World would be changed …
The Three Pure Ones would not appear, and the Wu people would not be born. The Primordial World would also be different.
Forget it.
"Hmm?"
Pangu, who was on the stone slab, suddenly opened his eyes and looked sideways at Yang Jian. Yang Jian immediately felt as if he was naked. He had no secrets in front of this big shot.
With just a glance, the Pangu God understood something. The sharpness in his eyes dissipated, leaving only a faint helplessness.
"Alright, don't waste your Dharma powers. I'm fine."
Pangu's voice was a little weak. Even at that moment, he still had a spirit and a steadiness that made others want to rely on him.
Yang Jian felt that he was far inferior to the Pangu God. He felt ashamed and raised his left hand.
The Pangu God's face turned slightly red. However, which one of the people present was extraordinary? They all knew that the Pangu God was only in a better state. He had relied on the Dharma powers that this fellow had given him to hang on to his life. His injuries were still there.
The injuries left behind by a supreme expert could not be healed. They would only continue to nibble away at Pangu's life.
"You guys can go out. I have something to talk to Fellow Daoist Tian Yan and this little brother."
"Yes," the others replied. They lowered their heads and walked out of the cave, using their Dharma powers to seal the cave entrance.
Daoist Tian Yan smiled and said, "In order to help, I used all sorts of methods to help him block the enemies when the Pan God opened the world."
Yang Jian could not help but give Daoist Tian Yan a thumbs-up. He felt that the Chaos Bell was really making the best use of it by that fellow. The River of Time shuttled up and down, protecting the Primordial World.
"Sit." The Pan God's body slowly floated up and leaned against the cave wall in a slightly strange posture.
It was as if if he used the slightest bit of strength, this body would immediately crumble.
Daoist Tian Yan, who was at the side, took out two meditation cushions and sat on the left and right of Yang Jian. The three of them sat opposite each other and looked at each other. They smiled.
"Are you a descendant of mine who cultivated my cultivation technique?" Pangu asked curiously.
Yang Jian replied, "The Pan God should be considered half a master of mine. It's not just a cultivation technique, but also some mystical abilities."
Pangu smiled and asked, "Oh? What name did I leave behind for my legacy? "
"I can't know. I only know that it's called the Eight-Nine Arcane Art because …" Yang Jian paused. Just as he was about to say something about Daoist Qianhong, he sensed an extremely dangerous aura.
Alright, that was something that could not be said.
Daoist Tian Yan smiled and said, "The Pan God knows where we came from. There's no need to explain that. If we say something wrong and ruin the rotation, we will be trapped here. Tell me why you're here. The Pan God still has many things to do. "
"I've encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation recently," Yang Jian said in a low voice. "The second attack of those supreme experts is imminent, but my Dao heart can't calm down …"
"Come, spread your Dao runes."
"Yes." Yang Jian closed his eyes and suppressed the Invincible Golden Body Technique with his mind. He slowly activated the full power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
The Pan God's eyes lit up. He suddenly laughed out loud and almost broke his body.
"I never expected that there would be a descendant in the future who could cultivate the mysterious technique that I created to such a level!"
There was a hint of helplessness in Daoist Tian Yan's eyes. He said in a low voice, "Yang Jian, why don't you reveal your strength so that the Pan God can rest assured? With us in the future, the Primordial World will definitely not be lost. "
"Oh?" The Pan God was instantly interested. "Yang Jian, right? Come, come, let me see how strong you are now. "
Yang Jian did not hide anything. He activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and the Invincible Golden Body Technique at the same time. The Zhou Tian Star Battle Array and the Sea-Overturning Array complemented each other. The universe in his body, the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl, and the 36 Super Star Cores …
However, Yang Jian only revealed his cultivation level and did not reveal his mystical abilities. Yang Jian was still holding onto a heaven-defying mystical ability like the Force Stacking Technique.
It was not that he did not want to take it out. The problem was that he did not know how he cultivated the Force Stacking Technique. How could he teach others?
Even though the Pangu God had killed his way out of Tai Su and could compete with the supreme experts, he could not help but be shocked.
"Dao realm barrier? Dual Dharma cultivation? "
Yang Jian thought to himself that it was impressive. The Pangu God was indeed the Pangu God. He could tell where the Dao realm barrier was at a glance.
"If you become a Saint, your strength will definitely not be inferior to mine." The Pangu God's gaze finally revealed some peace. He slowly sighed. "In that case, I don't have to worry about the future."
Skyflame Daoist reminded, "You still have to be careful when you need to be on guard. You still have to make the necessary arrangements."
"Of course," the Pan God replied with a smile. His angular and resolute face could not hide the loneliness of a hero at the end of his road. However, it was quickly dispersed by him.
Pangu smiled and said, "You're ambitious, but you can't force yourself to cultivate two techniques at the same time. Even if your mystic body is unimaginably powerful and has touched the Dao realm barrier of the Quasi-Saint realm, the step from a Quasi-Saint to a Saint is huge."
"I've observed the mystic technique in your body. This mystic technique that focuses on external matters can already become a Saint at any time. However, my cultivation technique that focuses on internal matters is still lacking. You should be here for that, right?"
"Indeed."
The Pangu God counted with his fingers for a while and said, "I have ten days with you. These ten days are also the time that you saved for me to heal myself after saving me. I'll give it to you."
"Thank you, God Pan!"
"Time is of the essence. Recite the Mysterious Technique mantra that you cultivate first."
"Yes," Yang Jian replied softly. Then, he began to silently recite the mantra of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
When he heard that Yang Jian had stopped after reciting the eighth level of the mental cultivation method, the Pangu God clearly frowned and was stunned for a while. However, he did not say anything and only nodded quietly. Then, he began to explain his cultivation experience to Yang Jian.
To Yang Jian, such a precious experience was indeed an incomparably precious Dao Scripture. It was better than cultivating for tens of thousands of years.
As he spoke, ten days passed in a hurry.
Yang Jian naturally benefited greatly. He felt like he had been enlightened and was eager to go into seclusion to cultivate.
At the side, Daoist Tian Yan had also comprehended something. Clearly, this trip had not been in vain.
"In that case, the two of you can go back." The Pangu God smiled and said. He slowly stood up after sitting for ten days. "The world has just been opened. There are no scenery colors yet. Let me go and arrange it."
However, the burly body trembled slightly and the Pangu God almost fell to the ground.
Yang Jian subconsciously wanted to help him up, but the Pangu God raised his hand to stop him.
"It's fine. I can still hold on."
The Pan God smiled. His long hair was slightly messy, but he slowly stabilized his body.
Step by step, he supported himself against the cave wall and brought the two of them to the entrance of the cave. He looked at the pitch-black ground outside and the bleak sky and earth.
There was no sun or moon in the eternal night, and the world was split apart.
"Let me ask you."
Pangu's voice was a little ethereal. He held the entrance of the cave and looked at the world that he had opened up and the living beings scattered around the mountain.
Yang Jian said, "God Pan, please speak."
"Do you know that the calamity originated from the beginning?"
"I know."
"Then I'm relieved." With a soft sigh, the Pangu God's body slowly expanded and floated towards the void-like world in front of him.
"Let's go," Daoist Tian Yan said softly. Although Yang Jian wanted to stay and continue watching, he sensed the abnormality in Daoist Tian Yan's emotions and could only nod regretfully.
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