Xinglan was keenly aware of this, sheathed her sword moves, and hid in the direction of Song Qingyun.
Song Qingyun's eyes were slightly cold, and he clenched the Chongming Sword in his hand, protecting Xinglan behind him.
At some point, Sang Luo also opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the grass.
Not long after, a monk covered in blood crawled out from the grass.
"help me"
Song Qingyun looked at the person in front of him with vigilance.
"who are you."
he asked him.
The male cultivator was dying and his voice was weak.
"I am a person who set out on the road to immortality a thousand years ago and was trapped here for a thousand years."
He looked at Song Qingyun and spoke with difficulty,
"Help me, I'll tell you the truth here."
Song Qingyun glanced at Sang Luo subconsciously.
Then he turned to look at the male cultivator,
"Then you tell me the truth about this place first, and I'm considering whether to save you."
The male cultivator coughed several times and his breathing became rapid.
"I"
The next moment, he passed out.
Sang Luo glanced at the male cultivator and smiled softly,
"It's the right time to faint."
Song Qingyun looked at Sang Luo,
"Senior sister, what should we do next?"
Sang Luo lowered his eyes and spoke lightly,
"Don't worry about him."
They have been here for thousands of years, there is no way they could die in front of them by such a coincidence.
Song Qingyun nodded as he listened.
Sang Luo looked up at the pitch-black sky, where a few stars flickered on and off.
After another hour or so, Zhang Jianting opened his eyes.
He looked at the male cultivator and tilted his head slightly.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Song Qingyun poked him twice with a stick.
"It is said that he embarked on this road a thousand years ago. He is about to die. He knows the truth here and wants us to save him."
Zhang Jianting clicked his tongue after hearing this.
"To be able to live from this place for more than a hundred years, this guy is also a ruthless person."
As he spoke, he raised the long sword in his hand and wanted to slash his arm.
"Since he's going to die, there's no use keeping it. I'll chop it up for him."
The blade of the sword was sharp and cold, but at the moment it was about to fall, the man suddenly woke up, then turned over and ran away,
"Fuck, are you a fucking human?"
Zhang Jianting raised his eyelids and said coolly,
"Of course I am a human being. As for you, it is hard to say whether you are a human being or not."
He cultivates the natural way and senses the natural breath of heaven and earth, so he can naturally see what he is.
The male cultivator's face changed slightly as he listened, and at the same time, Sang Luo raised his hand and the fire swept away, the long sword swept across, and the man appeared from the open space, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
A long wind blew by, causing the corners of the girl's light cyan clothes to rise slightly.
Sang Luo looked at the male cultivator who was forced out of the ground with a faint smile on his lips.
"Hey, you're being cautious."
Puppetry monks seek help from other monks by controlling puppets, and then find opportunities to fight back and steal the elixir and luck.
Good calculation.
Perhaps the combination of these people is too strange. A newbie who has just entered the immortal realm, one who is in the divine realm, and two who are really young in the immortal realm, seem to have no offensive power, so they are beaten by him. Got targeted.
The male cultivator didn't expect that the wind and waves had passed, and he capsized in this small ditch. With a look of disbelief on his face, he raised his eyes and looked at Sang Luo,
"I'm not lying to you, I have indeed been trapped here for more than a thousand years."
Sang Luo tilted his head.
"Then what?"
The male cultivator gritted his teeth.
"Save me first. After you save me, I will tell you."
(End of chapter)
