Chapter 819

In the dimly lit cave, on a flattened stone slab, lay a burly figure.

There were bloodstains on his body that hadn't been wiped off, and the bulging muscles couldn't relax, but it gave people a premonition that they might collapse at any time.

This is the disc?

Yang Jian probably understood why Tianyan Daozi hesitated before bringing him here, probably because he didn't want the image of God Pangu in his heart to collapse, and then affect his Dao heart.

But inexplicably, instead of feeling his heart collapse, Yang Jian still respected and awed the man lying on the stone slab.

Since Taiyi opened up, this should be one of the few real strongmen who can repel the strongest with the posture of a saint.

Several people came up to welcome them, but Yang Jian couldn't tell who they were, but one of them, who looked a little green, gave him a familiar feeling.

Sifeng?

One person asked in a trembling voice, "Can fellow Taoists save Panshen?"

"Let me see," Tianyan Daozi whispered to Yang Jian, "Don't reveal that we are people who have returned from the future, otherwise we will be trapped here and cannot return. Later, you can use Xuanqi to relieve Panshen's injury."

Yang Jian nodded without any trace, and walked to the stone slab with Tianyan Daozi.

Tianyan Daozi held Pangu's big hand full of trauma and cracks with one hand, his body trembled slightly, and then slowly shook his head.

"Let me try it."

Yang Jian took the initiative to speak, Daozi Tianyan nodded and moved aside, but the people behind them gathered in front of the stone slab, blocking the Panshen, and stopped Yang Jian.

The dead woman was Shifeng and said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

Yang Jian was speechless, just looking at Tianyan Daozi.

"He is a friend I invited back. I guarantee with my life that he will never be a running dog of Xeon."

A few people were obviously still a little confused, Yang Jian just waited quietly, waiting for them to get out of the way one by one.

There is no way, the market is already exhausted, even if there is a chance, they don't want to give up.

Yang Jian made a Daoyi, walked to Pangu's side, placed two fingers on Panshen's wrist, and slowly injected a stream of profound energy into it.

With this injection, Yang Jian finally saw the serious injury hidden in Pangu's body; to use an inappropriate analogy, God Pangu's body at this time is like a broken sack that has been scratched hundreds of times with a sharp knife, lying flat on the stone slab.

It's fine if he doesn't move, as long as he pulls a little harder, Pangu may be torn off at any time...

How did you survive this battle?

The strongest man had no choice but to retreat, he must have suffered an injury not weaker than Pangu's; but the realm of the strongest man is there, surviving is naturally not a problem, and Pan God is still a big realm behind...

Yang Jian sighed in his heart, and a stream of profound energy was sent into the body of God Pan Gu by him.

Being of the same origin, the profound energy was quickly absorbed by the traces of profound energy remaining in God Pangu's body, and then began to circulate in the body, gradually stabilizing the injury.

Yang Jian thought about it, and wanted to try to use his own mysterious blood to repair Panshen's body, but just as the idea came up, Yang Jian's mysterious body suddenly gave a warning.

As if, as long as I do this, I will disappear here directly.

Yang Jian thought about it for a while and immediately understood the truth. If he healed God Pangu's injury now, God Pangu avoided falling, and the whole history of Honghuang would be directly revised...

The ancestors of the Sanqing will not be born, and the witch clan will not be born, and the prehistoric and myriad spirits will have a different look.

That's all.

"Um?"

Pangu on the stone slab suddenly opened his eyes and squinted at Yang Jian. Yang Jian suddenly felt as if he was naked, and there was no secret at all in front of this big guy.

With just one glance, God Pan Gu understood something, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a touch of helplessness.

"Okay, don't waste your mana, I'm fine."

Pan Gu said in a weak voice, even at this time, he still had a kind of vigor, a kind of calmness that made people want to rely on.

Yang Jian felt that he was far worse than Pangu God at this time, and said a word of shame in his heart, and raised his left hand.

God Pan Gu's face showed a little red tide, but who is the extraordinary person present? We all know that God Pangu is only in better condition, he was hanged by a burst of magic power given by this guy who suddenly appeared, and the injury is still there.

The wounds left by the strongest can't be healed at all, they will only continue to eat away at Pangu's life.

"Go out, I have something to talk to fellow Taoist Tianyan and this little brother."

"Yes," the others answered, bowed their heads and walked out of the cave, sealing the entrance with magic power.

Daozi Tianyan smiled and said: "In order to be able to help, I used various methods to help him stop the enemies for a while when Panshen opened the world."

Yang Jian couldn't help giving Tianyan Daozi a thumbs up, feeling that the Chaos Clock is really being used to the fullest if this guy is holding it.

"Sit down," Pan Shen's body slowly floated up, and he sat down with his back against the cave wall in a slightly weird posture.

It seemed that if he used a little wrong strength, the body would collapse directly.

Tianyan Daozi on the side brought out two futons, and sat down with Yang Jian on the left and the right. The three sat opposite each other, looked at each other, and each smiled slightly.

"Are you a descendant who practiced my skills?" Pan Gu asked curiously.

Yang Jian replied: "Pan Shen should also be regarded as half of my master, not only the exercises, but also some supernatural powers."

Pangu smiled and asked, "Oh? What name did I leave behind for my mantle?"

"I can't test it, I only know it's called Bajiu Xuan Gong, because..." Yang Jian paused, and just about to say something about Taoist Qianhong, he felt the extremely dangerous atmosphere.

Well, this is also unspeakable.

Daozi Tianyan smiled and said: "Pan Shen knows where you and I come from, so there is no need to explain these, lest you say something wrong and break the cycle, and you and I will be trapped here. Tell me why you came, Pan Shen still has a lot of things to do."

"The disciple has encountered a bottleneck in his practice recently," Yang Jian said in a low voice, "The second attack by the most powerful is about to happen, but I can't calm down..."

"Come on, spread out your dao rhyme."

"Yes," Yang Jian closed his eyes, suppressed the Unbeaten Golden Body Art with his mind, and slowly activated all the power of the Bajiu Xuangong.

Pan Shen's eyes lit up, and suddenly he laughed loudly, almost breaking his body from laughing.

"I didn't expect that there would be descendants in later generations who could practice the profound art created by Pan to such an extent!"

With a little helplessness in Tianyan Daozi's eyes, he said in a low voice: "Yang Jian, it's better for you to show your own strength, so that Pan God can rest assured. With us in future generations, Honghuang will definitely not lose."

"Oh?" Pan Shen suddenly became interested, "Is that right Yang Jian? Come, come, let me see how strong you are now."

Yang Jian didn't hide his secrets either. Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu and Undefeated Golden Body Art were activated at the same time. Little Zhou Tian's Star Fighting Formation and Overlying Sea Formation complemented each other. The universe, sea-fixing pearl, and thirty-six super star cores in his body...

But Yang Jian only showed his cultivation, and didn't show his supernatural powers. Yang Jian still held in his arms the heaven-defying supernatural powers like Die Li.

It's not that he doesn't want to show it, the problem is that he himself doesn't know how to cultivate the power, how to teach others?

Even if God Pangu killed Taisu and was able to compete with the strongest, a little shock could not help showing in his eyes at this time.

"Barriers of Dao Realm? Practitioners of dual methods?"

Yang Jian's heart is powerful, Pangu God is worthy of being Pangu God, and he can see the barriers of the Dao Realm at a glance.

"If you become a saint, your strength will definitely not be inferior to mine." God Pangu finally showed some peace in his eyes, and sighed slowly, "In this way, I don't have to worry about future generations."

Tianyan Daozi reminded: "If you should be careful, you still have to be careful, and you still have to do what you need to do."

"It's natural," Pan Shen replied with a chuckle, his sharp and resolute face could not hide the loneliness of the hero's end, but he quickly waved it away.

Pan Gu smiled and said: "You have great ambitions, but you can't force yourself to be a dual practitioner. Even if your mysterious body is unimaginably strong and you have touched the barriers of the quasi-sage realm, the step from quasi-sage to saint is a huge step."

"I look at the profound art in your body. This kind of profound art outside the master can be established at any time to become a saint, but my set of exercises inside the master is still not ready. You should come here for this."

"Indeed."

God Pan Gu pinched his fingers and counted for a while, and said: "I have ten days with you, and these ten days are also the time you saved for me to heal my wounds after saving me, so I will give it to you."

"Thank you Panshen for fulfilling!"

"Time is running out, first memorize the Xuangong formulas you practiced."

"Yes," Yang Jian replied in a low voice, and then began to silently recite the formulas of the Bajiu Xuan Gong.

After hearing that Yang Jian had finished reciting the eighth-level mantra and stopped, God Pangu frowned obviously for a while, but didn't say much, just nodded quietly, and then began to explain his own experience in cultivating Taoism to Yang Jian.

For Yang Jian, such a precious experience is indeed an incomparably precious Taoist treasure, which is better than tens of thousands of years of self-cultivation.

This lecture, ten days passed by in a hurry.

Yang Jian naturally benefited a lot, and felt a sense of enlightenment, eager to go to retreat and practice.

Daozi Tianyan also realized something, obviously this trip was not in vain.

"So, you two go back," God Pangu said with a smile, and slowly stood up after sitting cross-legged for ten days, "At this time, the world is just opening, and there is no scenery yet, let me arrange it."

But the burly body trembled slightly, Pan Gu almost fell to the ground.

Yang Jian subconsciously wanted to help, but God Pangu raised his hand to stop him.

"It's okay, I can still hold on."

Pan Shen smiled, his loose long hair was a little messy, but he slowly stabilized his figure.

Step by step, holding on to the cave wall, Pangu led the two of them to the entrance of the cave, looking at the pitch-black earth outside, and at the bleak heaven and earth.

There is no sun and moon in the eternal night, creating the world and ending the world.

"I ask you."

Pan Gu's voice was a little ethereal, holding the hole, watching the world he created and the creatures scattered around the mountain.

Yang Jian said: "Pan Shen, please tell me."

"Do future generations know that disasters started in the beginning?"

"I know."

"Then I'm relieved." With a soft sigh, God Pan Gu's figure slowly swelled, and he floated towards the void-like world in front of him.

"Let's go," Tianyan Daozi said in a low voice, although Yang Jian wanted to stay and continue watching, but when he noticed Tianyan Daozi's abnormal mood, he could only nod regretfully in agreement.

The chaotic clock turned lightly, and the figures of the two disappeared immediately.