Chapter 344 Young Master, the White-Clad Martial Saint has already left.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Liu Fuyao and the other ten winners gathered outside the venue.

A short while later, a fully enclosed black bus pulled up to the side of the road.

After everyone obediently got into the car...

The car started.

I don't know how long it's been running.

I don't know where it went.

I felt that the light outside was getting dimmer and dimmer.

at last.

The car stopped.

"get off."

The group disembarked from the bus one by one.

As soon as they got off the bus, everyone was stunned by the sight before them.

Ahead of them.

It was a desolate, empty space.

In the center of the open space.

A huge black tower stands tall.

This enormous black tower, its body made of an unknown material.

The surface is covered with ancient, weathered patterns.

The imposing aura emanating from it was so powerful that just one glance was enough to make one feel breathless.

Just then, a high-ranking federal official standing outside the Star Tower turned around and spoke softly to the crowd.

"This is the Star Tower."

"Gentlemen."

"Please come in."

"remember."

"One day of cultivation inside the Star Tower is equivalent to one year outside."

"Besides the top three, the rest only have ten days."

"Please cherish your time for cultivation."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

His eyes were full of passion.

Su Yan walked at the very front.

When passing by Liu Fuyao.

He paused deliberately, then let out a chilling chuckle.

Liu Fuyao frowned.

I ignored him.

I don't understand what the other party means.

I haven't offended this guy, have I?

The group entered the tower one by one.

"Buzz".

A soft sound.

The ten figures vanished from their spot in an instant.

The door slammed shut.

……

Western Regions.

Buzhou Mountain.

Why did Lu Chuan's Blood Shadow clone and the little fox, who were far away in the southern city, suddenly both fall into a coma?

The reason is also very simple.

The Blood Shadow Clone was originally formed by Lu Chuan using his own essence and soul.

There are many connections between the two.

Hu Mei, as Lu Chuan's contracted demon beast, is even more closely related to him, sharing life and death.

In other words.

If Lu Chuan himself dies.

Whether it's the Blood Shadow Clone, Hu Mei, or even Queen Medusa, or...

Silver frost.

They all have to die.

Ten days ago, Lu Chuan was braving the pressure of the sage in the desert outside Buzhou Mountain.

Under the immense pressure of the sage's sacred abode.

Lu Chuan's bones broke inch by inch.

The internal organs were almost completely destroyed.

He almost perished in that stretch of yellow sand.

With the main body suffering such devastating damage, the clones, who are tens of thousands of miles away, and Hu Mei and the others will naturally be greatly affected.

With their souls shaken, neither the clone nor Hu Mei could maintain consciousness.

This explains why he suddenly fell into a coma.

At this time.

On Mount Buzhou.

Inside an ancient and solemn palace.

Lu Chuan was still fast asleep, lying quietly on a large jade bed.

Several servants of the saint, dressed in gray robes, were gathered together by the bedside.

Looking at Lu Chuan on the bed, they whispered among themselves.

"sky."

"That kid's got a really lucky life."

"I saw Xiang Meng, the sage, carry him back that day with my own eyes."

"Goodness."

"My whole body felt as soft as a puddle of mud."

"The bones are all shattered."

"The meridians are also mostly broken."

"If it were an ordinary person, they would have been dead long ago."

A tall, thin servant nodded.

"Who can argue with that?"

"Even a typical Martial Venerable expert would be injured to this extent."

"He'll have to stay in bed for at least a few years before he can get out of bed again."

"But look at him."

The tall, thin man pointed at Lu Chuan on the bed, clicked his tongue, and looked quite shocked.

"It's only been a little over ten days."

"His bones have all healed."

"The meridians are now open."

"This recovery speed is terrifying."

Another servant of the saint immediately lowered his voice and said,

"I heard that."

"It was the White-Clad Martial Saint who personally took action."

"I used the True Qi of a Martial Saint to help him regulate his meridians."

"And inside this kid's own body."

"There seems to be a particularly domineering life force that is constantly repairing the injuries automatically."

"No wonder he was chosen by the White-Robed Martial Saint and accepted as a disciple."

"He really is a freak."

Just as the servants were whispering among themselves...

Lu Chuan on the jade bed.

My fingers suddenly trembled slightly.

Followed by.

My eyelids trembled.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above my head, my vision blurred.

This moment.

Lu Chuan's mind went blank for a moment.

I'm not dead?

where is this?

He tried to move his body.

Instantly, a soreness spread throughout my entire body.

It felt like being trampled by hundreds of elephants in turn.

Fortunately, though.

I can feel the pain.

This indicates that the body's functions are recovering.

A servant standing nearby caught a glimpse of Lu Chuan opening his eyes out of the corner of his eye and was immediately startled.

"You're awake."

"He's awake."

Upon hearing this, the other servants around quickly gathered around, utterly astonished.

"quick."

The fat servant turned and ran out.

"I will go and inform His Majesty."

The remaining few people hurriedly began to examine Lu Chuan's body.

Lu Chuan lay on the bed.

He let these people touch him all over.

He was completely drained of energy and could only stare blankly.

As consciousness fully returned, memories of the period before the coma flooded back into my mind.

Yellow sand filled the sky.

The terrifying, suffocating pressure of a saint.

The sound of bones breaking.

And then there was that final, desperate roar.

Lu Chuan swallowed.

My throat feels like it's on fire.

"water……"

A servant quickly brought over a bowl of warm water.

I carefully fed it to him.

Warm water down the throat.

Lu Chuan finally felt alive again.

Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings and the strangely dressed servants.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he asked,

"Where is this?"

The tall, thin servant immediately answered respectfully.

"Replying to your question, young master."

"This is the sage's palace on Mount Buzhou."

"You've been unconscious here for over ten days."

Lu Chuan was startled.

Buzhou Mountain.

The Emperor's Palace.

I actually made it up.

but.

It's been more than ten days.

I was actually unconscious for so long.

How is the southwest region doing now?

Has the demon race launched a full-scale attack?

Are those people from the south of the city still alive?

Thinking about all this, Lu Chuan immediately became extremely anxious.

I quickly forced myself to sit up, enduring the aches and pains, and supported myself on the bed with my hands.

"hiss……"

Excessive movement can strain the newly healed meridians.

He gasped in pain.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

Instead, he grabbed the arm of the tall, thin servant.

"quick."

"Take me to see my master."

"I want to see Master Luo Gucheng."

These words were spoken.

The servants in the room fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to speak.

Their facial expressions all became very strange.

Seeing this scene.

Lu Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

A bad feeling crept into my heart.

"What's wrong with you all?"

Why aren't you saying anything?

"Where is my master?"

The tall, thin servant swallowed hard.

Then he lowered his head and said softly.

"Young master."

"The White-Clad Martial Saint..."

He's gone.

……