Looking at Nangong Liushuang's frightened eyes, in order to survive, she even committed herself to marry herself, an old and ugly casual cultivator.
Ye Congwen could only raise his fist again and try to see if the automatically evolved Breaking Wind Fist could break through the barrier of the holy medicine.
Unexpectedly, just as they clenched their fists, Jin Yang and Xuanyuan Hua both stood in front of Ye Congwen and reprimanded loudly:
"As a casual cultivator, what right do you have to touch our holy medicine?"
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Haven't you two heard of it?"
Ye Congwen held back his anger and asked.
"People die every day on the Jiutian Plateau. Can you save them by yourself? Since you dare to break into Bifang's Holy Nest, don't be afraid of death.
There are still a dozen people below us waiting for these fifteen holy medicines to save their lives. Is their life not life?
Zhen Xiaoyao, ask the old casual cultivators in your casual cultivator alliance whether they choose to save Nangong Liushuang or themselves? "
Ye Congwen was stunned for a moment when he was asked. He lowered his head and looked at the casual cultivators below. Although they didn't say anything, they could see from their evasive eyes that none of them were willing to sacrifice the holy medicine to rescue Nangong Liushuang.
"Leader, other people's uncles and aunts are not willing to sacrifice the holy medicine to save her, why do you need to wade into this muddy water?
There are thousands of women in this world. When you advance to the True God Realm, let alone marry a seventh lady, even if you marry seven more ladies, there will be no problem. "
Hearing the answers from the casual cultivators, Ye Congwen instantly understood that these casual cultivators also suspected that he was coveting Nangong Liushuang's beauty.
"Leader of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, you are a bullshit leader! If you want to be the leader, then let him be his leader! We are dependent on each other. If you are unwilling to save Nangong Liushuang now, someone will save you later!"
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Ye Congwen cursed loudly and slammed the holy medicine that was about to take shape.
"Zhen Xiaoyao! You are not allowed to smash the holy medicine of our Duke Zhu's Mansion!"
Murong Xue screamed in pain, and regardless of the pain on her body, she flew over alone and stood in front of Zhen Xiaoyao. She used the Black Bird Sacred Scissor Technique with her hands and cut Zhen Xiaoyao's neck unexpectedly.
Ye Congwen dodged sideways and used a chaotic finger to pierce Murong Xue's shoulder. Thick blood mist immediately rose from the five finger holes and went towards the suction cup above his head.
Murong Xue had no time to care about what special skills Ye Congwen had used. The pain in her shoulder was nothing, but the rising blood mist was the most fatal thing.
Murong Xue took out the healing potion from the jade storage, flicked off the cork, and poured it on the wound. Unfortunately, the healing potion that had always been invincible in the past had no effect at all.
The bleeding speed was accelerating uncontrollably. This frightened Murong Xue, and she shouted anxiously towards Nangong Qing:
"Husband, help me stop the bleeding!"
When Nangong Qing saw the blood mist rising on Murong Xue's shoulders, his heart felt even colder, and he secretly sighed at what he should do!
Nangong Liushuang can still pretend to turn a blind eye. Murong Xue is his first wife and the biological mother of his only son. Is it possible that this holy medicine really has nothing to do with him?
"Nangong Qing, your wife is also bleeding. If you don't take away the holy medicine within ten minutes, she will become a mummy before your niece."
Ye Congwen reminded coldly that now the lives of two close relatives in the Nangong Palace are hanging by a thread. It depends on how you, the leader of the Zhuguo Palace, make your choice.
"Nangong Qing, please leave me alone and pick your holy medicine. At worst, I will just run out of the place where the holy medicine grows."
Murong Xue shouted loudly, how could the holy medicine he got make it fly? After saying that, he flew outside without hesitation.
"Zhen Xiaoyao! What kind of evil magic are you doing? You made five finger holes with one palm. It seems that my niece's previous injuries were also caused by you?
Thanks to her infatuation with you, you treated her like this. Today, as an uncle, I must avenge her! "
Nangong Qing stared angrily, wishing he could take Zhen Xiaoyao's head right away. Unfortunately, he was afraid of his elusive steps and weird fingering techniques, so he didn't dare to approach rashly, so he could only threaten him from a distance.
Ye Congwen turned his head and glanced at the pale Nangong Liushuang. This woman had followed his advice and had long been hiding at the outermost edge of the barrier, trapping her arm with a divine rope to slow down the flow of blood.
Too lazy to talk nonsense with such a shameless person, Ye Congwen flew toward the holy medicine above his head, squeezed the Wind-breaking Fist, and blasted it with the energy of the demigod realm.
With a bang, the entire Blue Demon Holy Fruit Tree was shaken. As long as Ye Congwen punched another one hundred and seven times, the three ungrown holy medicines could be shaken down.
"You bastard, stop it!"
"Everyone, hurry up and stop Zhen Xiaoyao first. Don't let him ruin everyone's good things for the sake of his children's personal relationship!"
"We left our hometown, abandoned our wives and children, and came to the Jiutian Plateau. Why?"
"It's been more than a hundred years! I finally found the holy medicine. If anyone wants to stop me from picking the holy medicine, the old man will fight him!"
"One hundred years, how many hundred years can there be in life?"
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When Ye Congwen saw that the members of the Loose Cultivator Alliance had also joined the fight, they all looked at him angrily, blocking the holy medicine with their bodies, and said harsh words to himself:
"Zhen Xiaoyao, if you can, kill us too, kill all twenty of us, and these fifteen holy medicines will all be yours."
Ye Congwen was speechless after what he said, and he took back the Ten Thousand Fingers of Chaos that had been condensed in frustration.
With his current realm and cultivation, he can hit the Ten Thousand Fingers of Chaos up to five times, but now there are more than five people standing in front of him!
We can't kill them all and then destroy the holy medicine to save Nangong Liushuang's life, right? If you save one life but kill five, what is the point of saving people?
Moreover, once I use the powerful Chaos Finger and exhaust my physical strength, how can I use the Wind-breaking Fist to knock down the holy medicine?
"Stubborn and short-sighted, just don't regret it later."
Ye Congwen said helplessly, turned around and walked towards Nangong Liushuang's hiding place.
He had just approached Nangong Liushuang, staring at the man huddled up in a ball, covering the blood on his shoulders with a face full of panic. Unfortunately, the blood turned into blood mist and evaporated from his fingers, and he was about to say some words of advice.
Suddenly he heard a thumping sound in the distance. Ye Congwen turned around and saw that it was Murong Xue who was blocked by the barrier where the holy medicine grew. In order to escape, this woman was using the Black Bird Sacred Technique to hit her. Make a boundary.
It's a pity that the barrier where the holy medicine grows is at least set up by the ancestor of Bifang Zhensheng Realm. How can she, a monk in the Semi-Saint Entrance Realm, break it?
After hitting it more than ten times in a row, not only was it unable to do anything about the barrier, but his wounds were burst open, and the blood evaporated faster and faster.
With a bang, the entire barrier was revealed directly after she hit it, like a large upside-down bowl, completely encompassing the five sacred medicine plants and the growing ground below, and not even a bird could fly out.
When everyone saw the barrier appearing, they remembered what Zhen Xiaoyao had said before. Could it be that this holy medicine really wanted to use itself as fertilizer?
The timid people flew towards the entrance of the barrier one after another, trying to work together to break through the gap and escape. Unexpectedly, the barrier seemed to be alive, becoming stronger the more they hit it, and bounced everyone back.
"Uncle Xiaoyao, am I dead?"
Nangong Liushuang asked crying, even her lips began to tremble, and her whole body became increasingly bloodless.
"Don't worry, once the holy medicine takes shape, it won't suck anymore."
Ye Congwen could only lie kindly, saying that there is not much blood in the human body. These children of the Duke of Zhu's Palace are all made of ice muscle and jade bones. They weigh less than eighty kilograms. If the blood is drained, it will only be seven or eight kilograms. How many can they hold? minute?
At the speed at which the blue demon holy fruit tree absorbs energy, the injured person will definitely be the first to be sucked dry, and will not be able to wait for the holy medicine to take shape.
Nangong Liushuang raised his head and glanced at the holy medicine in the distance. At least one third of it was shriveled, and he burst into tears.
Ye Congwen was thinking about how to comfort her when a buzzing sound suddenly came from above his head, like a swarm of wasps attacking.
Looking up, it turns out that the suckers on the top of the Blue Demon Holy Fruit tree are increasing their power to absorb energy, gradually evolving into energy vortexes, draining away the energy in the place where the holy medicine grows.
"Uncle Xiaoyao, the blood flow has become faster again. I, I can't stop it at all! Can you think of a way to help me?"
Nangong Liushuang was so frightened that she stopped crying. She hurriedly took out a handful of clothes from the jade storage and rolled them tightly on her shoulders. Unfortunately, nothing changed.
Not to mention the injured Nangong Liushuang, even Ye Congwen, who was intact and full of energy and blood, felt countless suckers absorbing energy all over his body.
It's just that I have plenty of physical strength and a strong physique. Just relying on these small tentacles and suckers will only be in vain.
"Husband, this barrier is too strong. I can't break through at all. What should we do now?"
Murong Xue stumbled and flew to Nangong Qing's side, and asked with a frightened face. Seeing the blood evaporating at an accelerated rate, at least twice as fast as before, there were waves of dizziness in her head, and her limbs became increasingly weak. I no longer covet the holy medicine above my head.
She begged her husband Nangong Qing to quickly find a way to rescue her.
"What should I do? How do I know what to do? If it is really what Zhen Xiaoyao guessed, this barrier must have been set up by Patriarch Bifang himself.
That is a master at the pinnacle of the True Saint Realm. How can I, a Semi-Saint Entry Level monk, get it? "
Nangong Qing cursed impatiently, it's too late to say anything now, even the barrier has become stronger, this holy medicine is getting more and more mature, who can defeat him?
Suddenly he thought that Zhen Xiaoyao had shaken the holy medicine barrier with one punch before. Why not let him strike again and follow his idea and knock out half of it first?
Nangong Qing glanced at Zhen Xiaoyao and knew that Ti Xiu had a bad temper and he couldn't touch this bad guy.
He turned to look at Murong Xue and reminded:
"For now, I can only try Uncle Xiaoyao's method and knock out half of the holy medicine. Maybe it won't suck blood anymore."
Murong Xue's eyes widened, and her face alternated between red and white. After a long time, she finally made up her mind, gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, and flew towards Zhen Xiaoyao and Nangong Liushuang.
"Shuang'er, has your wound stopped? Auntie has a healing potion here. You can try applying it first."
