The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

The Fangcun Temple in Fangcun Mountain was now shrouded in a dense curtain of light. This was the handed down formation to protect the mountain. At this time, the formation was fully open, and many immortal cultivators and warriors gathered inside.

These warriors and immortal cultivators kept looking outside the formation at this time, with solemn expressions on their faces, as if they were waiting for someone to return, and as if they were resisting a powerful enemy.

A Jindan elder from Fangcun Temple asked: "President Hua, it's been so long, why do we, the Temple Master and Donor Zhang, still haven't returned?"

After listening to Elder Jindan's words, Fang Cunguan couldn't help but look worried again on the faces of the others.

They had seen with their own eyes how powerful the Demon King was, and although they did not want to admit it, they knew that their temple master and Zhang Fan were probably in danger.

The president of the Wushu Association, Hua Guorong, looked at everyone's expressions, sighed and comforted: "Don't be so depressed, everyone. Although Master Baiyun and little friend Zhang Fan have not returned yet, the Demon King has not appeared yet, which means there is still hope." .”

After listening to the words of the president of the martial arts association, everyone felt that it was very reasonable, and a glimmer of hope surged in their hearts again.

But at this time, the president of the Wushu Association, who saw everyone's renewed hope, had a slightly unnoticeable look of worry and sadness on his face, because when he escaped from the Death Mountain, he clearly felt the spiritual power fluctuations of the White Cloud Temple Master's self-destruction. .

The president of the Wushu Association couldn't help but think of Zhang Fan: "Zhang Xiaoyou is mysterious and unpredictable. I hope Nengji will have his own destiny and can escape from the devil's hands safely."

The leader of the Wushu Association, who was lost in thought, suddenly heard the sound of the crowd, interrupting his thoughts.

"Look, someone is flying towards Fangcun Mountain again, everyone be on alert!"

A group of people watched the black dots flying towards Fang Cun Guan with vigilance. The black dots kept getting bigger.

As the president of the martial arts association with the highest level of cultivation, he saw the person coming immediately and said quickly: "This is little friend Zhang Fan, please open the formation quickly and let little friend Zhang come in!"

When Zhang Fan saw the formation opened, he rushed into Fangcun Mountain and landed in front of everyone. Zhang Fan staggered and almost fell down as soon as he landed!

Zhang Fan was seen covered in scars, and blood flowed out of his body from time to time.

Zhang Fan struggled to say: "The devil has been destroyed, everything is safe."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan no longer had any strength and passed out.

Everyone was very surprised when they heard that the Demon King was killed. Could it be that Zhang Fan killed the Demon King.

But this was not the time to worry about how to destroy the demon king. When everyone saw Zhang Fan fainting, the cultivators from Fang Cun Guan quickly reacted and rushed towards Zhang Fan, feeling worried.

Seeing that he was covered with scars and blood seeping out from the wounds from time to time, he looked particularly bleak under the morning glow.

"Quickly, carry Zhang Fan into the Taoist temple. We have to treat him immediately!" An elder in the temple shouted urgently, his eyes full of concern.

The practitioners quickly formed a team and gently lifted Zhang Fan. They crossed the square of Fangcun Temple and stepped onto the steps leading to the Taoist temple.

After Zhang Fan was carried into Fangcun Temple, all the immortal cultivators stepped forward and asked about his situation with concern.

The temple was filled with the faint aroma of herbal medicine. In the spacious and bright hall, a Taoist doctor was doing his best to treat Zhang Fan.

The Taoist doctor's name is Taoist Bai Ze. Although his cultivation is only at the foundation-building stage, he is the best at treating people in Fangcun Temple.

His expression was solemn, and the magical weapon with flashing light in his hand wandered around Zhang Fan's body, exploring his injuries.

The surrounding cultivators were waiting for the good news.

Time seemed to slow down, and there was a tense atmosphere in Fangcunguan.

Beads of sweat broke out on Taoist Bai Ze's forehead, and his expression gradually became serious.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "This immortal cultivator's injury is very serious. I'm afraid it is not caused by ordinary trauma. Please step back, I need some time."

The immortal cultivators retreated one after another, leaving Taoist Bai Ze busy beside Zhang Fan alone.

Taoist Bai Ze concentrated on using the healing technique. Faint rays of light flowed out from his fingers and gradually penetrated into Zhang Fan's body.

Zhang Fan's face was pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead was a sign of the torture his body had suffered.

Taoist Bai Ze continued to perform healing spells, but the condition of the injury did not seem optimistic. It is not easy to cure him in a short time.

"There is a strange aura about him, which seems to be demonic. There is a demonic aura in his body that is wreaking havoc." Taoist Bai Ze suddenly discovered something strange about Zhang Fan.

"No wonder he was so seriously injured and has been in a coma." The elders from the Wu Association and Fang Cun Guan looked at each other with worried expressions.

In Fangcun Temple, in order to treat Zhang Fan, various precious elixirs and treasures were used, and each immortal cultivator tried their best. Although the injury was relieved, it will take time for complete recovery.

Zhang Fan was in a coma as if he was traveling in a dream. He saw himself trapped in a huge vortex, surrounded by strong mana fluctuations.

In the dream, he kept struggling to escape, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling of being trapped.

As time passed, the immortal cultivators began to feel a subtle aura, as if the entire Fangcun Temple was bathed in a warm and peaceful light.

The injuries on the surface of Zhang Fan's body gradually healed, and the blood stopped flowing out. Taoist Baize continued to use immortal magic to treat Zhang Fan.

The light on the doctor's practitioner's hand gradually stabilized. He took a deep breath and said to everyone: "Zhang Fan's internal energy has been severely damaged and needs a period of recovery. At the same time, these injuries also need to be treated carefully to avoid sequelae. ."

After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the worries in their hearts were slightly relieved. The medical practitioners carefully bandaged Zhang Fan's wounds, and layers of radiance enveloped his body like a protective shield.

Time passed by in a hurry, and Fang Cunguan gradually calmed down. All the practitioners waited beside Zhang Fan, praying for his speedy recovery. The sunlight shines on his face through the window lattice, like a warm embrace.

While the immortal cultivators were waiting quietly, Zhang Fan's body suddenly trembled, and then a faint golden light emanated from his body.

Taoist Bai Ze looked surprised. Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh: "This cultivator actually has the power of blood in his body. It is really rare."

As the golden light emitted, Zhang Fan's injuries quickly improved, and his breath gradually stabilized. The cultivators could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As the treatment progressed, Zhang Fan gradually regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and found himself in an ancient and mysterious room.

The bed was covered with soft bedding, surrounded by deep wooden walls. Through the window, a clear stream gurgled.

He felt as if there was a clear current flowing through his body, healing his injured soul.

Zhang Fan opened his eyes slightly and felt grateful in his heart when he saw the cultivators around him.

"You're finally awake." A gentle voice sounded. Zhang Fan turned around and saw that it was the president of the martial arts association, standing beside the bed with a smile.

"Thank you for your treatment." Zhang Fan wanted to get up, but his injuries were too severe and he could only look at these people gratefully.