"let me."
As soon as Fu Donglai finished speaking, his figure had already passed Shen Luo and rushed up. In his hand, there appeared a snow-white gourd made of metal and the size of a wine jug.
"Collect." Fu Donglai said in a low voice.
A white light flashed on the gourd, and the gourd mouth tilted over. A yellow whirlwind flew out, suddenly rolling up the purple-black poisonous flame and continuously sucking it into the gourd.
As the poisonous flames continued to be absorbed, the snow-white gourd began to turn pitch black from the bottom little by little.
Shen Luo just took a quick look and immediately went towards the two scaly bulls. He secretly circulated the Huangting Sutra in his body, swung the Xuanhuang Yiqi stick in his hand, and unleashed a powerful attack.
His body leaped over, and his long stick left a series of afterimages in the air. With the accumulated strength, he smashed one of the scaly cows head-on with the force of splitting Mount Hua.
With a loud bang, the huge head of the scaly bull exploded.
Then, Shen Luo instantly turned behind the old man, used the stick to block the neck of the scaled bull that was rushing towards him, lowered his body to stabilize the momentum of the collision, raised his hand and swung it again, and a sword light suddenly shot out.
The Scaled Ox only felt a flash of golden light before his eyes, and a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he died instantly.
The old man was stunned for a moment as he watched Shen Luo deal with the two monsters so cleanly and efficiently.
However, he quickly reacted and bowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you very much, senior. I cannot repay you for saving my life."
"Get up, just do it easily, there's no need to do this." Shen Luo said without going forward to help.
Li Changqing bowed three more times before standing up.
"With your cultivation level being so high, why do you still risk your life to come here? Are you really willing to risk your life for this opportunity?" Shen Luo said with some displeasure.
When the old man heard this, his face froze, his eyes dodged a few times, and his face was full of shame.
"Alas, I really have no choice." The old man said bitterly.
"Could it be that someone forced you to come here?" Shen Luo frowned.
"That's not the case... Well, I am ashamed to say that I, thanks to my master, have taken on the position of the leader of a sect and am responsible for looking after the sect. However, my own cultivation is not good enough, and I am not good at management. The sect is declining, and it seems that the foundation is about to be ruined in my hands..." The old man hesitated for a moment, but still said it.
After hearing this, Shen Luo's frown relaxed a little.
Unexpectedly, this old man came here just like him to revitalize the sect.
"Even so, you shouldn't take such a risk. If you die here, what will happen to your sect?" Shen Luo said.
“I know this too… If I were just a useless person, it wouldn’t be worth the trouble. But unexpectedly, two years ago, our sect unexpectedly accepted two disciples. They are both talented and have the potential to become great masters. If they can practice successfully, they will have a chance to revive the sect. But our sect is in a difficult situation and can’t even produce decent elixirs or magical instruments. Even if not for myself, I have to fight for them and the future of the sect.” The old man smiled bitterly and said slowly.
After hearing this, Shen Luo sighed.
Not far away, the snow-white gourd in Fu Donglai's hand had some white near the mouth of the gourd, while the rest of the area had been dyed black, looking like it was about to be filled with poisonous flames.