This loud shout came from a hairless monk who came from the sky, it was Liangran whose eyes were already cracked.
The man in red robe turned his head and looked at Liangran, showing an evil smile and making a mocking sound. "Oh~ The elders of the Haoqi Immortal Sect are here to find the child. Unfortunately, it's too late. Now I can only take the two bodies back!"
A quarter of an hour ago, it was discovered that two sect disciples did not return home at night. Elder Liangran, who was responsible for the aunt in charge of the dormitory, was in a state of confusion and couldn't help but begin to guess the reason why the two did not return to the sect.
Perhaps those two girls felt that there was no hope of practicing cultivation and had returned to their hometown.
If that's the case, they even cheated me out of a valuable piece of protective jade!
Or maybe you are addicted to earthly food, so you plan to play for a few more days.
I just ask them to spend all their money and don’t sell my protective jade!
or……
Elder Liangran shook his head and interrupted the bad guess. That was the last thing Liangran wanted to see. Even if it was just a guess, he would try his best to avoid this situation.
A wisp of night wind mixed with weak mana fluctuations passed by his ears. Liangran's ears trembled slightly, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he immediately flew in the direction of the mana fluctuations, but he was still a step too late.
The man in red robe's mocking tone was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into Liangran's heart.
Liangran's eyes were full of anger and regret, and his two rows of teeth were clenching. His hairless head was covered with winding veins, and the boiling blood surrounded him, like an extremely angry tiger, rushing towards him. The man in red robe who committed the murder echoed in the wasteland with a deafening roar.
"I want you to die."
Looking at the fierce bald monk approaching, the man in red robe did not retreat at all, and there was a bit of ridicule on his face.
"You're like an idiot. I'm already half a step into the golden elixir cultivation level, yet I dare to be so ignorant even though I'm at the peak of the foundation building realm.
In the eyes of Jindan practitioners, there is no difference between you physical practitioners and a group of monkeys who can only yell.
Just now I felt that just killing two mortal bastards was not enough to relieve my anger. Since you have come to the door, I will help the Haoqi Immortal Sect reduce one more member! "
The withered palm gathered mana, and the faded lips chanted strange spells. The withered palm spurted out a sea of fire, lighting up the hundred-meter wasteland. Liangran, who was rushing straight towards him, was drowned in the fire.
"Idiot! You don't even know how to dodge. Maybe you were frightened by my vast magic power, hahaha!"
The man in red robe smiled triumphantly. It seemed that he had killed a foundation-building monk with just one move, which relieved his restless mind a little.
A rough and strong palm protruded from the sea of fire, and the fingers of the palm that set fire wantonly were interlocked, and the original huge fire was limited to a foot.
A bright and ferocious face emerged from the fire, and the loose Taoist robe on his body had been burned to tatters. Threads of fire shot between his fingers and entangled everywhere in his body, as if evil spirits from hell came to seek life. .
The man in red robe was shocked. His fire technique could not damage the body in front of him.
At the moment of shock, a heavy fist full of burning fire hit the red-robed man's face. The huge pain made the red-robed man uneasy, and the fire in his palm disappeared.
But the line of fire surrounding Liangran's body has not been extinguished. Just like Liangran's angry mood at this time, it is difficult to extinguish the anger in his heart without cutting the people he sees into pieces into pieces.
Everyone in the spiritual practice world knows common sense: Don’t let body practice get close to you.
Even a giant monster that uses brute force as a weapon cannot do well within one foot of physical cultivation.
But in just a short moment, the man in red robe had been hit with hundreds of heavy punches all over his body, and the force was not heavy but strong.
Staying away from the madman in front of him was the most important thing for the man in red robe. However, his right hand was tightly grasped by the opponent, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of it.
Liang Ran's fists were aimed at the vital points. The originally pale and frightening face of the red-robed man became a bit more popular after being decorated with bruises and blood.
The man in red robe roared angrily, a faint light flickered on his arm, and then successfully separated from Liangran.
The man in red robe jumped into the air and continued to distance himself from Liangran, so as not to be closely fought by the opponent again.
Liangran looked at the fleeing figure of the man in red robe, threw away the shapeless broken arm in his hand, bent his knees, and thick blood vessels emerged from his two bell-like thighs. The next moment, the rocks on the ground shattered, Liangran moved at the speed of a cannonball Chase the fleeing man in red robe.
Feeling the piercing killing intent from behind, the man in red robe thought that he had just been forced to cut off an arm to escape. He suddenly became furious and turned around and yelled.
"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
The remaining left hand swiped across the storage bag on his waist, and dozens of Xianjia weapons floated in front of him, including knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, axes, and axes.
The sharpness of dozens of immortal weapons was clearly visible, and they all pointed at one person, as if they were spiritual beings, and struck brightly towards the ferocious eyes.
"I don't believe that your weird body can be stronger than the magic weapons I trained?"
Liangran was only three feet away from the man in red robes, with dozens of magical weapons flying in the middle.
Liangran had just realized that his body was not afraid of burning fire.
In fact, the moment he rushed into the sea of fire, he had already made plans to exchange injuries for injuries.
Liangran's body has a small energy capacity, and the amount of mana it can store is very limited. It is his best choice to practice physical training and do the physical training that everyone despises.
As a body cultivator, using complex and powerful spells will quickly exhaust your own limited mana. Strengthening the body with mana is a common method for body cultivators. Therefore, the body cultivator's attack method is very single, with fists and feet being the biggest weapons.
Close combat is the prerequisite for exerting one's own abilities. In the face of various methods of cultivation, physical cultivation is no different from that of a wild beast. If you want to fight in close quarters, injury is inevitable.
Several magic weapons came with the sound of breaking the air. Looking at the perpetrators who were close at hand, they rushed forward brightly, using their fists and feet to knock away the weapons pointed at the vital points. The sharp blades pierced the thick skin, Liangran's body was filled with weapons, but his speed did not slow down at all.
There was only one foot away from the man in red robe, and a strange smile appeared on the face of the man in red robe. The man in red robe spread his bloody broken arm, and a pool of dirty blood covered Liangran's eyes that he chose to eat. Liangran was not confined. Head.
The man in red robe made a move with his left hand, and the long sword inserted into Wan Yu Bing Miao's heart suddenly appeared in the man's hand, and the long sword pierced Liang Ran's head.
The long sword in the red robe man's hand was sharper than the previous weapons. Since the previous weapons could pierce Liangran's body, this long sword could do the same.
"Inferior physical training, you will die under my sword just like those two bastards. Hahaha!"
Hearing the harsh words "offal", Liangran's blood-stained eyes opened again. Under the gaze of a pair of soul-stirring red eyes, the man in red robe felt a chill running down his back.
The long sword was held by a generous hand, and the long sword that was supposed to cut iron like clay was instantly pinched, and a big hand tightly grasped the face of the man in red robe.
The fear of death filled the man's body, and his faded lips made a weak plea: "Spare...life..."
The sky returned to silence late at night, and a corpse with only half its head left fell into the wasteland and rocks.
Haoqi Xianmen
A chore elder rushed straight to the sect's elixir pharmacy. The elder who was guarding the elixir pharmacy tried to stop him, but gave up the idea when he saw Liangran, who was covered in blood, still holding a bloody disciple in his arms.
The door to the elixir shop was rudely knocked open, startling He Ling who was refining elixirs.
He Ling was about to get angry when he turned around and saw Liang Ran with blood flowing all over his body, and the displeasure in his heart disappeared instantly.
At this time, Liangran was gently holding a huddled female disciple, her face was pale and haggard, her gray eyes revealed countless sadness, her tears were intertwined with the blood all over her face, this indescribable sadness was absolutely Not from the bone-deep wounds on her shoulders and thighs, for those lips opened and closed in a pleading sound.
"Please, save them!"
Seeing Liangran's face bursting with tears, He Miao focused his attention on the female disciple in his arms.
Liangran gently spread part of his arms, revealing the female disciple curled up in his arms.
He Miao discovered that there was more than one female disciple in Liangran's arms. In the arms of the curled-up female disciple, there was also a little girl with a face covered in blood.
Without the support of Liangran's arms, Wanyu Bingmiao's arms relaxed in an extremely irregular manner.
Liangran's tears couldn't stop flowing when he saw this scene.
"Please! We must save them."
He Ling saw the arm that had been broken into unknown sections, and her pretty face was filled with shock. This was the first time she had encountered such an injury.
He Ling is the deacon of the sect's elixir pharmacy. Because her master, Elder Bai Qiuming, is in charge of the core authority of the sect, she has never lacked training resources. In addition, He Wen, the elder of the sect's elixir pharmacy, is her senior brother, so she The elixir shop is unscrupulous.
He Ling's healing ability was no less than that of her senior brother He Wen. If it weren't for the fact that her cultivation level was only at the early stage of foundation building, then there would be no problem for her to get the position of elder.
He Ling planned to take over Wanyu Bingmiao's weak body. Elder Liangran retreated slightly. He Miao was a little confused about the other party's behavior. He just looked at the other party's face full of distress, as if thinking of something, tears could not stop flowing, and He Miao also There weren't too many questions.
Liangran gently placed Wanyu Bingmiao on the stone bed. Only then did Hemiao see clearly the injuries of the two female disciples. The clothes in Wanyu Bingmiao's arms were stained red with blood. He didn't need to think carefully to know the horror inside the clothes. People are injured.
He Ling motioned Liangran to leave with her eyes, because she needed to take off the clothes of the two female disciples. As a man, it was not convenient for Liangran to stay here.
Liangran didn't understand the other party's eyes, thought for a moment, and said: "Please don't worry, I will pay for all the medicine to treat them."
What?
He Ling was stunned for a moment, but was not angry because he was misunderstood. He explained:
"I'm letting you go out, and then I'm going to take off their clothes. It's not convenient for you to stay here."
Liangran left the elixir shop with a worried look on his face. After closing the door of the elixir shop, he slumped on the ground weakly, held his head and sobbed. His voice became brighter, sadder and more self-blaming. .
“It’s all my fault, if I hadn’t let them go that day, none of this would have happened.
The girl who wants to be forceful will not be hurt like this.
The lively and sensible little girl will not be hurt either.
it's all my fault……
If the master hadn't saved me back then...
If I were not alive..."
As Liangran continued to blame himself, a faint black energy emerged around Liangran...
"It's so noisy. If you want to cry, go away!" He Ling's irritable voice came from the elixir shop. Liangran immediately stood up again, and the faint demonic energy around him dissipated.
He Ling checked the injuries of two people, one large and one small. Although she had been mentally prepared, she still couldn't calm down.
The big one had many broken bones all over his body, and there was almost no good spot all over his body. It looked like he was hit with brute force. The heart was penetrated by a sharp blade, but luckily it missed by half an inch.
Although the smaller one had sword marks on his body, they were only scratches on the surface. Maybe he was lucky enough to avoid the critical point, or maybe it was someone's subconscious protection. There was only one fatal injury, the skull was shattered, and the injury was very serious.
The older one probably won't be able to stand up again for the rest of his life, and the younger one is a bit unpredictable.
"With such an injury, I probably won't survive tonight."
He Ling took out a beautiful wooden box from his arms. Although it was made of wood, it was also very luxurious. A white finger passed through the slit of the wooden box. The wooden box slowly opened. Inside was a red pill. The elixir body is bright red and translucent, with clouds and mist elixir patterns surrounding it. The beauty of the color is inferior to even a thousand-year-old pearl.
"This is something my mother left for me. Dad said that even the monks in the tribulation stage would be jealous if they saw this pill. It was originally reserved for me to save my life."
He Ling looked at the seriously injured Wanyu Bingmiao and Zhao Tubao, feeling a little reluctant and intolerable.
At this time, Liangran's crying sound came from outside the door. He Ling, who was already irritable, cursed directly.
"It's so noisy. If you want to cry, go away!"
Turning to look at the two seriously injured female disciples, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"You two guys, after you recover from your injuries, you must work hard for me."
He split the valuable elixir into two and stuffed it into their mouths. The elixir melted in their mouths and disappeared.
However, their injuries did not improve as expected, and instead they looked in pain.
He Ling was shocked and quickly checked the pulses of the two people. He found that their pulses did not turn the corner as expected. Instead, they became weaker and weaker, and their lives flew by in their hands. He Ling was a little flustered and at a loss.
After a quarter of an hour, no matter how He Ling tried to save them, it was of no avail. He Ling sighed slightly and put the blood-stained clothes on the two men again.
Liangran, who was standing outside the door, was called in.
"They can't live for more than an hour. Come and see them for the last time!"
This sound was like the sharpest sword in the world, cutting Liangran into pieces.
Liangran knelt down and knelt down to plead like crazy. His voice was loud but without momentum, only despair and self-blame.
"I beg you! Save them!"
"I beg you!"
"I beg you!"
"You have to save them!"
"You can't give up!"
"I beg you!"
…
He Ling looked at Liangran who kept kowtowing, and wanted to comfort and persuade, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only say some words that everyone knew.
"Human life and death have their own destiny, and practitioners should see through life and death.
We are practitioners, not immortals with human flesh and bones! "
The flesh and bones of the living dead echoed in Liangran's ears, and a person's face slowly emerged in his mind.
"I know who can save them!"
In the consciousness space, Liu Danian sneezed.
Why are you sneezing?
Haven’t sneezed in hundreds of years?
Is it possible?
Someone is praising me for being handsome?
