Supreme God King

The next few days.

Meng Fan stayed on this small island and cultivated himself quietly.

There is already a trace of origin in his body, which is equivalent to rejuvenating him with strong vitality, and this kind of help is extremely huge.

Multiply by one, naturally it is endless.

With Meng Fan's current methods, even if the injury reaches this level, his whole body is like a splicing, but having this origin is enough for him to do a lot of things.

Besides, there was also a young girl, Qing'er. Although she was full of resentment towards Meng Fan, she understood that it was the old man's own choice. Meng Fan was also in the chaos at the time and had no consciousness at all.

Therefore, Qing'er still came in coldly, but still cold as frost, just injecting needles all over Meng Fan's body, letting that kind of mysterious power circulate in Meng Fan's body, helping him to revitalize.

This kind of strange power, Meng Fan also understood that it is the natural power of the heavens. At the beginning, within the storm of destruction, the old man also condensed this kind of bloodline power to the extreme, plus his understanding of this sealess , Was able to rescue Meng Fan.

Now that the slightest immersion in Meng Fan's body is the best tonic to stimulate his original reconnection.

Perhaps this is the true power of the source of the heavens, and both the girl and the old man should be considered part of the source of the heavens.

In this regard, Meng Fan also sighed especially, unexpectedly, his understanding of the source of the heavens is still lacking.

The human being transformed by his tears actually possesses this general heavenly power.

Even though he controls the calculations and possesses the will of heaven, it seems that this is just a part of the source of the heavens.

Regarding this, Meng Fan no longer thought about it, but quietly cultivated in this secret room. With the help of the young girl, plus Meng Fan's own strong resilience, the vitality in her body was restored a little bit within half a month.

Even at this moment, all the meridians in Meng Fan's body are still in a state, unable to use any vitality, but he has lost the general weakness before.

At this moment, Meng Fan is no different from a normal person. After sitting still, his body's origin gradually recovered, and his whole body was circulated, so that all his bones, blood, five internal organs, and physical body began to reconnect quickly.

And that bizarre power, under the stimulation of Qing'er every day, has also become the best catalyst in Meng Fan's body, filling up millions of cracks in his body, making the whole person more energetic.

In this way, another ten days have passed!

Meng Fan was dressed in a blue shirt, sitting cross-legged in the secret room, with hair draped behind him, his whole body motionless, accompanied by the scent of the incense burner, but a different kind of breath, without the decisiveness of the past.

It's kind of a joke, Meng Fan hasn't taken a good rest from the battle on the road to the hidden. But now he is already close to a cripple, so he has to become calm and cultivate quietly in this loss.

If no one knows his past history of supreme combat power, I am afraid he would have thought it was a great scholar here.

Creak!

There was a voice outside the door, and a beautiful shadow came in, it was Qing'er.

Wearing a white dress, holding some bottles and cans, and a needle box, Qing'er walked towards Meng Fan with an indifferent expression, and came to Meng Fan as usual.

"Hey!"

Meng Fan chuckled. Although Qing'er was always cold towards him, he knew how he felt in his heart. He didn't care at all. He treated Qing'er very well. After the latter came in, Meng Fan rolled up his sleeves and handed his arm over.

"Thanks for your hard work these days, Miss Qinger!"

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Qing'er did not answer, but just snorted and agreed. The jade hand grabbed Meng Fan's wrist while the silver needle fell, helping Meng Fan to start repairing himself.

That familiar strange power was active again in Meng Fan's body, nourishing his whole body, and Meng Fan's pale complexion gradually began to flush, because under the strange power, Meng Fan's already completely dry bones and blood began to recreate. Run the whole body, let his vitality continue to flourish.

The latter is sitting quietly next to Meng Fan, the green silk is like a waterfall, although cold and beautiful, but the appearance of the needle at the moment is extremely attentive, and it looks like a special feeling.

After a full half an hour, Qing'er just put away the silver needle, then glanced at Meng Fan, and said for the first time.

"In three or two days, I should not use acupuncture on you, because the origin in your body is almost formed. Next, I have to rely on yourself. My strength is for you. Say, there is no use at all!"

"it is good!"

Meng Fan understood that what Qing'er was saying was the truth. He had suffered such a serious injury when he reached his level.

It is definitely impossible to rely on external forces. Only Meng Fan himself can truly break out again, control everything, and restore control of himself.

But this is easy to say, and too difficult to do. The king of the gods is easy not to be injured, and after the injury, it is not a small injury.

What's more, it was Meng Fan's injury, which caused him to be in a state of complete collapse, and Meng Fan would die if he was only a little bit short of it. At this moment, Meng Fan is equivalent to being completely abolished. If you want to completely repair yourself, where is it so easy, it is almost like re-cultivation, the difficulty is like climbing to the sky, I don’t know how many years it will take, even if it has swallowed martial arts. Help, but Meng Fan is not sure.

However, until now, there is no way. A generation of gods can only put himself in a state of temporarily abolished martial arts.

Putting away the needle box, Qing'er walked out, while sitting in the same place, Meng Fan said,

"Thank you, Qing'er girl, I will definitely recover quickly. I am sorry for the affairs of seniors. If I recover my strength, I will definitely find a way to help seniors. At the worst, I will also use big means to help seniors. If it's frozen, it won't disappear completely!"

Hearing what Meng Fan said, Qing'er turned her head and looked at Meng Fan. The face that had been frozen for so many days finally showed a smile and said softly.

"Then... Thanks a lot!"

"It's a trivial thing, you just smile more and look better!"

Meng Fan said lightly, having to say that the girl in front of her was a born beauty, and even Meng Fan gave a secret compliment during this smile.

For so many years in a closed state, Qing'er has not seen a few strangers in this sealess area, and no one has heard such words from strange men, especially Meng Fan and other famous figures.

Qiao's face blushed immediately, and her fair skin was about to drip. Qing'er quickly turned around and wanted to leave quickly.

However, just as Qing'er walked to the mouth of this secret room, the whole body was slightly stiff, stopped in place, and did not go out.

"what happened?"

Perceiving Qing'er's dignity, Meng Fan was also puzzled.

"Someone is coming outside!"

At this moment, Qing'er's pretty face was once again covered with frost, biting her silver teeth, and even a trace of evil spirit appeared faintly, and she whispered.

"It should be hidden by the god..... the envoy!"