Deep in the secret room, there is a wide stone room, decorated in ancient style, luxurious and elegant.

In the middle of the stone chamber, there is a painted black altar, and a black mask is quietly floating above the altar.

This black mask is very strange, with dense veins on its surface, and these veins are constantly pulsing as if they are alive.

At first glance, it seems that the black mask is a living thing, not a dead thing.

Puchi! As soon as Yang Xingyuan entered the stone chamber, he staggered and fell to the ground. He vomited blood on the ground, and his face became bloodless and hideous.

"Yang Xingyuan, how did you look like this when you go out?

Tsk, this injury is really serious!"

Suddenly, the black mask floating on the black altar made a slightly vicissitudes and heavy sound.

I saw a strange red light appeared in the hollow eyes of the mask, like eyeballs, staring straight at the latter.

Yang Xingyuan seemed to be familiar with this and said coldly: "I suffered a little loss. I heard from Fairy Luohong that you can still have a powerful healing function! Now help me heal my injuries."

The mask sneered: "Why should I help you?

After you took me back, you always distrust me. Since you don’t trust me, why do you want me to help you?"

"However, I'm very curious, with your strength, there is someone in this continent who can hurt you so seriously?

It's simply incredible!"

When Yang Xingyuan heard this, his face darkened and said, "It was that Mu Feng did a good thing. There are four quasi-demon saints behind this son. It's really hateful! I was defeated so humiliatingly this time! I'm so unwilling!"

The mask was stunned and said, "I have heard of Mu Feng. Fairy Luohong told me before! I really didn't expect that he would grow so fast! You are so cowardly defeated this time, don't you want to take revenge?"

Yang Xingyuan snorted coldly: "Of course I want to, but it's very difficult! This time I burned my essence and blood, my potential was exhausted, and my cultivation would never improve again! I will never take revenge in this life."

Speaking of this, Yang Xingyuan gritted his teeth and was discouraged.

"Who said you can't take revenge? At the beginning, I told you that I can help you improve your cultivation and hopefully help you break through to the Holy Lord! Unfortunately, you don't believe me.

If you believed me, there would be no today's miserable defeat!"

The mask sneered.

Yang Xingyuan was silent.

This mask was given to him by Fairy Luohong. After they left the Ten Thousand Poison Swamp, they made up their minds to practice in seclusion, hoping that their cultivation would go further.

Yang Xingyuan knew that it was impossible for the world to break through to the realm of the Saint Lord today, so his purpose in seclusion was to improve his cultivation to the peak of the quasi-saint.

However, Fairy Luohong said that she had a way to break through the Holy Lord, and Yang Xingyuan was naturally moved at that time.

Fairy Luohong gave him this mask at that time, saying that as long as he put on this mask to practice, he could re-communicate the power of the law, so that he could fully realize the power of the law, and then be promoted to the realm of the Holy Lord.

Yang Xingyuan took the mask, but it was useless.

Because he still couldn't believe in Fairy Luohong, and the mask had self-awareness, it seemed really strange to him, so he was hesitating during his retreat.

"Hmph! If you can't believe me, forget it, then you can continue to waste your time! And you have burned your essence and blood, don't think about making any progress in the future. This will be your whole life!"

Seeing Yang Xingyuan silent, the black mask gradually became silent with a sneer.

"etc!"

Yang Xingyuan suddenly spoke.

"Um?

What else is there?"

The black mask is impatient and authentic.

"If you want me to believe, then heal me first. If it is really effective, I will believe you!"

Yang Xingyuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes! Then come here and get close to the altar, I will heal your wounds!"

The black mask is light and authentic.

Yang Xingyuan nodded, dragged his seriously injured body, and came to the altar with difficulty.

I saw that the surface of the black altar emitted a green light, and these lights scattered and continued to merge into Yang Xingyuan's body.

Yang Xingyuan was surprised that when this green light fell on his body, his injuries were recovering quickly, and his limbs and bones were even warm and very comfortable.

At this moment, Yang Xingyuan had gradually accepted the statement of this black mask.

Moreover, he thought that he and Fairy Luohong are still in an alliance, and the latter will not harm an ally, which makes no sense.

Two hours later, most of the injuries on Yang Xingyuan's body had been healed, and the repulsion in Yang Xingyuan's heart completely disappeared.

After the black mask healed his injuries, he already believed in the former.

"I was wrongly blamed you before, please accept my worship!"

Yang Xingyuan stood up and bowed to the mask on the black altar.

"Hmph! Just know your mistake, but I can understand it. After all, anyone who wants to accept new things will take a process!"

The black mask is understanding and authentic.

Yang Xingyuan became more and more fond of the black mask.

"Please help me break through the Holy Lord. I, Yang Xingyuan, will definitely avenge this time!"

Yang Xingyuan bowed his hand again, but the fire of hatred in his eyes was burning.

"Okay! Put on the mask and leave the others to me. You just need to let go of your mind and practice your mind."

The black mask is light and authentic.

Yang Xingyuan did not hesitate, so he picked up the black mask and put it on his face.

Suddenly, the veins on the surface of the black mask began to move, and then they poked out one after another, sank into Yang Xingyuan's cheeks.

Yang Xingyuan's face suddenly showed a comfortable look. He could feel the continuous energy that was pouring into his body through the black mask.

What surprised him even more was that the energy pouring into his body actually contained a rich and fierce power of laws.

The strong power of these laws is even more intense than the total amount he has felt over the years, and the quality is also extremely high.

At this moment, Yang Xingyuan completely let go of his guard.

He knew that the black mask did not lie to him, and with his help, he was indeed expected to break through to the Holy Lord.

And then, his great revenge will be avenged.

If someone watched this scene as a third party in the secret room, he might have seen it completely different from what Yang Xingyuan felt.

I saw black veins constantly gushing out from the black mask, and began to rush out densely, and continuously drilled into Yang Xingyuan's body. The tips of the ends of the veins even drilled into Yang Xingyuan's skin surface and deep into his bone marrow.
Chapter completed!