When forming a formation, he fought against the mad lion many times and was already under tremendous pressure. Later, he was punched through the body by the mad lion and even his heart was crushed.

On the floating land, he was sitting here cross-legged, his face as pale as paper, the huge hole in his chest was shocking, and his broken internal organs could be clearly seen like a ball of paste.

Chen Gushan, who was standing next to him, looked apathetic.

Both He Linglong and Ziying had red eyes.

Although Youdie didn't have much emotion, in such a situation, she could only make a sad expression to avoid feeling out of place.

Lu Ye walked over, took a look at Yan Zhixing's injuries, and felt his condition again, with a heavy heart: "Senior..."

Yan Zhixing is hopeless.

It's not that such an injury is serious. For a Rongdao, such an injury is indeed not light, but it is not serious enough to cost him his life.

If time were pushed forward for hundreds or even thousands of years, Yan Zhixing would be able to recover with just a period of cultivation.

But now...

He is too old, and his life span is short. He has been recuperating in beauty, waiting for the end of his life. Without today's battle, he might still live for another hundred or two hundred years.

But today's battle exhausted all his vitality. Since then, the injury has been fatal, and his wound shows no signs of recovery.

It's a miracle that he's still alive today.

"In a person's life, birth, old age, illness and death are normal. Why do you put on such a bad face? If I die, I will die. I fought with Hedao, so it's not a loss!" Yan Zhixing coughed violently several times as he spoke.

He Linglong hurriedly stepped forward and stroked his back, using her strength to calm down his almost extinguished vitality. When she tilted her head, tears finally fell.

"Boy Lu, come here!" Yan Zhixing raised his hand and weakly waved towards Lu Ye.

Lu Ye took a few steps forward and squatted down in front of him.

Yan Zhixing took out a simple token from his arms, grabbed Lu Ye's hand and slapped it on his palm: "This is the family head order of my generation. It has no practical effect now. It is nothing more than a symbol. You Take it back and give it to the head of my Yan family."

"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely bring you!"

"Also... since you have a friendship with the boy Yanhong, you should know his character. If possible in the future, if you can pull him, just pull him. If he can't pull him, don't care about his life or death."

Lu Ye immediately understood what he meant: "If Brother Yan reaches the peak of Fusion Dao in the future, I will bring him out."

Yan Zhixing looked pleased. Lu Ye was a smart man, and some words did not need to be said clearly.

Apart from him, there are no other peaks of Fusion Dao in the Yan family. The current head of the Yan family has strength and cultivation that are not inferior to him. Yan Zhixing also knows that if he opens his mouth, Lu Ye will not refuse to take the head of the Yan family. Bring it out.

Just based on his efforts today, Lu Ye has no reason to refuse. JrNovels.com