He Wuhen hesitated and weighed the pros and cons for a long time before finally making up his mind.

He still decided to return to heaven and the Humanitarian Alliance to heal his wounds.

After analyzing many things, he still felt that the Immortal Emperor had no intention of killing him.

If Emperor Immortal Heaven wanted to kill him, he could kill him with one hand a long time ago.

It is even more impossible to help him and give him a chance to make a fair duel with the Heavenly Lord of the Suppression.

To be fair, both the Immortal Emperor and the King of Ruixing treat him well, and even have great kindness.

He Wuhen would rather believe that Emperor Immortal Heaven had never thought of killing him than robbing his treasures.

Although, he couldn't understand why Emperor Immortal Heaven did not kill him, he still wanted to help him.

This question can only be revealed after waiting.

Four hours later, Lingyun Palace in Qingyun Mountain.

"Swish!"

A silver light flashed, and He Wuhen's figure appeared out of thin air and landed in front of the mountain gate.

After seeing that the visitor was him, the many guards guarding the mountain gate immediately bowed and shouted to pay homage to the leader.

He Wuheng wasted his time, so he quickly went to his secret room and began to retreat to heal his wounds.

Of course, just in case, he also kept a backup plan.

At least, if the Immortal Emperor really wants to deal with him, he will have a chance to escape.

Of course, if things really reach that point, he will not be able to gain a foothold in the heavens, and all the foundations he had finally accumulated would be destroyed.

After many formations and sealed secret rooms, the Tower of Heaven stands on the ground.

He Wuhen was in the Tower of Heaven, and in the illusion of time, he was sitting cross-legged in a twisted and folded space.

He put his hands together and spread them on his knees. His whole body was filled with silver starlight, emitting a majestic and powerful aura.

Qilin is not far away from him, and is also using his power to heal his wounds.

He Wuhen took out more than a dozen Taoist-level top-grade pills worth hundreds of millions. After taking them one by one, he began to use his energy to heal his wounds.

His face was pale and bloodless, and his body was seriously injured, almost on the verge of collapse. 1?

What's more serious is his soul injury.

The soul white mist is covered with dense cracks. If it is attacked and shocked again, it will definitely break.

This is the most serious and life-threatening time in He Wuhen's life.

His heart was filled with anger and murderous aura, and he only regretted that he was not strong enough.

"There is only one step difference between the Heavenly Lord and the Heavenly Emperor, but the combat power is very different."

"If I could reach the Heavenly Emperor realm, how could I resurrect the Evil Spirit Emperor? It would be even more impossible to be seriously injured by him!"

He Wuhen is extremely eager to have strong strength and reach the Heavenly Emperor realm as soon as possible.

"Evil Spirit Emperor, I will not be a human being if I don't avenge this revenge!"

"When I reach the Heavenly Emperor realm, when I meet again, it will be your death date!"

Not long after, He Wuhen restrained his mind and began to concentrate on healing his wounds.

The flow of time in the illusion of time is one hundred times that of the Tianwu World.

Time passes quickly.

Ten years have passed, and for He Wuhen, it is just a flash of fingers.

The medicinal power of more than a dozen top-quality elixirs has been digested by him, so he has no choice but to suffer physical injuries.

The soul's injuries were only 10% healed, and it was out of danger, but it still required hundreds of years of meditation and rest.

For all warriors, the soul is very mysterious and mysterious, and it is the most difficult to repair once injured.

In heaven, there are very few medicines that can heal and repair soul injuries, and it is hard to find a thousand gold coins.

Even though He Wuhen has tens of billions of resources and wealth, he does not have a few top-quality Taoist pills that can heal soul injuries.

There are only many materials that supplement and nourish the soul, which can be slowly refined and devoured, nourished and repaired the white mist of his soul.

Before we knew it, a hundred years have passed.

He Wuhen's soul injury was cured by warming and was still being repaired.

He used his mind and used both his heart and while he repaired his soul's injuries, he practiced the three hundred great ways and continued to prepare for the Tao.

The Humanitarian Alliance is still calm and no major incident has occurred within a hundred years.

With Tang Yinghao and the nine elders in charge, even if the situation in the heaven is chaotic, he will not dare to make trouble.

Of course, the main reason is that Tang Yinghao and the elders have improved greatly.

Among them, Tang Yinghao and the second elder broke through the shackles of the ninth level of the Heavenly King and actually reached the realm of the Heavenly Lord.

The Humanitarian Alliance has added two new Heavenly Venerable Powerful Ones, and the strength of the children in the Alliance has also increased rapidly, and they have vaguely grown into the largest force in the Tiannan Realm.

Of course, the exception is the Tianji Palace.

After all, Old Man Tianji has reached the realm of Emperor Tian and is the only emperor of the human race today.

He Wuhen used his power to heal his wounds in the illusion of time, and at the same time he was secretly paying attention to the movements and situations of Lingyun Palace.

He was always worried that the Immortal Emperor would come to fight.

However, the Immortal Emperor had no movement, so He Wuhen gradually felt relieved.

He continued to use his skills to heal his wounds and practiced the remaining hundreds of Taoist methods.

Tang Yinghao is responsible for all matters of the Humanitarian Alliance. He is a manager who just needs to heal his wounds with peace of mind and improve his strength.

As time goes by, the cultivation resources in the space wrapped in He Wuhen are also decreasing and disappearing soon.

His injuries are recovering, his strength is also increasing, and his entire aura becomes increasingly unfathomable.

Finally, after He Wuhen consumed more than 20 billion resources, his injuries finally recovered. More than 900 years have passed.

At the same time, not only did he recover from his injuries, but he had also completed his practice of the Three Hundred Dao.

Moreover, half of the Taoist teachings have been cultivated to the perfect state.

Qilin's injuries have long been recovered, and he has been staying in the illusion of time, accompanying He Wuhen to practice hard and accumulate his foundation and strength.

These nine hundred years are an extremely rare opportunity for He Wuhen to practice.

For many years, he has been busy running around and has little time to calm down and practice Taoism with peace of mind.

Taking advantage of this exercise of exercise to heal his wounds, he completed the practice of the Three Hundred Great Dao at the same time, which was a blessing in disguise.

The silver light lingering around He Wuhen gradually disappeared and was collected into his body.

The powerful aura gradually subsided, and he became ordinary and unfathomable again.

This is how he merged more than a hundred great ways and reached the state of returning to nature, so that he could change.

He Wuhen finished his practice, opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

"I have practiced my skills for nearly a thousand years, and ten years have passed since the Tianwu World. Not only has my injuries recovered, I have also practiced three hundred great ways, and practiced more than one hundred and sixty Taoist methods to the perfect realm, one step closer to the Tao."

"However, this is far from enough! I need more time! I will cultivate all the three hundred top-quality avenues to the perfect realm, and then advance to the Heavenly Emperor, so that I can have infinite potential and crush other emperors."

He Wuhen was not in a hurry to achieve success, and waited patiently, cultivated all the three hundred great ways to perfection, and then hit the realm of the Heavenly Emperor.

As the saying goes, if you don’t make a sound, you will make a splash.

The three hundred great ways he chose were all the best Taoism.

It is the most difficult and time-consuming to test his qualifications and insights when he wants to join the Tao and attack the Heavenly Emperor realm.

So far, in the tens of millions of years from ancient times to the present, no great emperor dared to do this like him.

Then, He Wuhen remembered something.

"Two years ago, there was some movement in the Humanitarian Alliance. I don't know what happened. I have to go and see it."

"Swish!"

A silver light flashed, and He Wuhen left the Tower of Heaven and arrived in the secret room.

He put away the Tower of Heaven and left the secret room. His figure flashed and teleported to the leader's room.

There was no one in the room, and He Wuhen ordered the guard outside the door to invite Tang Yinghao over.

It happened that Tang Yinghao was in Lingyun Palace and was dealing with things in the alliance.

Two minutes later, Tang Yinghao came to the room, quickly saluted He Wuhen, and said, "Leader, you have finally come out of seclusion. I am reporting to you something important."

"What happened?" Seeing Tang Yinghao's face showing an anxious look, He Wuhen had a bad premonition in his heart, and quickly asked, "Is this alliance under any threat?"

"Uh, that's not." Tang Yinghao was stunned for a moment, then explained neatly: "Leader, this is the matter."

"Two years ago, the commander of the Tianqi Emperor's Court of the Heavenly Clan personally went to Lingyun Palace and sent a jade slip. It was said that it was to convey the emperor's order, and only you can open it."
To be continued...