The sky suddenly went dark, and everyone present was in confusion, especially when the fiery red arrow that was originally shining suddenly dimmed its light and fell before reaching the destination, causing the monks on the other side to be confused.
There was the final blow from the undead blood clan, and there were several screams in the darkness, and the Huaxia cultivators were even more panicked.
Someone thought of the fireball technique in a panic, and cast it in a hurry, but just saw someone here was seriously injured and fell to the ground. The fireball technique, which is usually the most effortless, became the size of a soybean lamp in a breath, and then went out.
Here, is the existence of fire not allowed? The monks have always felt that the Five Elements spell is omnipotent, and they have never encountered this situation before. How can this be good
Not everyone has Lin Luoran's clear eyes and can see things in the dark. In the dark, the monks' breathing became heavier and they leaned against each other in order to reduce casualties.
In the midst of this panic, a faint light suddenly lit up in a certain direction, illuminating the huge courtyard. Everyone looked in that direction, but it was Lin Luoran holding an unknown flower in his hand, smiling slightly. The light is flickering, emitting a light source steadily, hoping to be suddenly lit by someone. Many people will never forget this scene in their lifetime. Uncle Lin, who is holding a huge luminous flower, and his side face illuminated by the flower, is cold and calm, comforting their panic heart of.
Because Lin Luoran has space, he is simply picking up junk. The luminous plants collected in the Kalahari Desert at the beginning did not expect to come in handy at this time.
With the light, someone tried to tear up the "black cloth" that seemed to be covering everyone's heads, and each made a tentative attack, but they all seemed to sink into the sea, and there was no movement.
After slashing with a sword, Lin Luoran didn't want to waste his spiritual power, so he stopped attacking and temporarily shifted his attention to stabilizing the cultivator.
She remembered that there seemed to be some night pearls? Forget it, just pick up this luminous plant and come out, so don't ostentatiously.
The crowd leaned towards her. In fact, it was only after the moment of panic that they remembered that even if the fire was not allowed to exist, the magic weapon they used, the brilliance after infusing it with spiritual energy, might not necessarily be similar to fire.
The two siblings who were leaning together just now, including the bat demon, disappeared after the dim light came on.
The monks took out their magic weapons and tried to brighten the courtyard. Lin Luoran thought about it, and "picked" a few luminous flowers from the space, and distributed them.
No matter how good the means are, aura cannot withstand such a waste.
"Senior Sister Lin, now...?" There was no sign of the blood race in the yard, including the corpses that had not been burnt before, all of which were taken away, but on the Huaxia cultivator's side, several people were injured in the dark, groaning in pain.
Lin Luoran thought for a while: "Save people first."
She had already stepped forward with a luminous flower in her hand. If it was said that the most injured person was the mid-stage Qi training monk who was almost sucked dry by Roddick.
Everyone gathered the wounded together so that Lin Luoran could check them. The monks who had assigned the luminous plants automatically stood outside and acted as a guard.
People who lose too much blood will go into shock and coma, but after all, they are monks in the middle stage of qi training, with strong body functions and better hematopoietic ability than ordinary people. The monks in the middle stage of qi training are in a daze, feeling someone shaking in front of him, and hearing a sound like wind The rustling voice piercing through the bamboo forest was very sure, "You just lost a lot of blood, and it's not a serious problem. Take a good rest."
A pair of hands covered his neck, and cool spiritual power was injected, and the burning heat in the wound disappeared quickly. He felt his eyelids heavy, and he really fell asleep with peace of mind.
Everyone saw Lin Luoran check his injury, put a elixir on the wound, and stood up with a relaxed expression.
"Uncle, how is Senior Brother Mu?" A young monk beside him was worried.
Surname Mu? This surname is not common. Lin Luoran glanced at his face, Wen Guanjing had already seen the clue, and explained in a low voice: "He is the sixth son of the Mu family, Xiao Mu's cousin. This time pestering me to take He came first, fortunately there is no serious problem, otherwise I really don't know how to explain to Mu Lao."
Mu Tiannan's cousin? Looking closely, there was some resemblance between the eyebrows, and Lin Luoran suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen the Mu family dude for a few years since she suffered in the blood pool underground palace. up? The situation did not allow Lin Luoran to think about it. She checked the remaining few injured monks. The trauma was easy to deal with, but one person was attacked unexpectedly and his left hand was almost cut off. Lin Luoran was a little sad. The little monk was in pain. To put it bluntly, she was still reassuring her that she was fine, so how could she not know that this monk's hand might just be useless.
Although it wasn't the right hand of pinching seal, how could everyone want to be Yang Guo, Lin Luoran fixed the severed hand for him, stopped the bleeding, and was silent for a moment.
Xiao An, who had been silent all this time, hesitated and whispered, "Maybe there is a way to renew his contract... Long..." He knew that there were a lot of people at this time, and it was about the Dragon Palace, so Xiao An couldn't help but be vague.
Did Xiaoan want to say dragon... marrow? Lin Luoran sensed something, nodded to him, and signaled to talk later.
Xiaoan went to Dongting Dragon Palace just for the dragon marrow. If Huizhu didn't use such a natural and earthly treasure, it was probably for Xin Yuanping... Maybe it was because of her severed hand
Lin Luoran guessed that she didn't know how to use the dragon marrow yet, but she remembered that the treasures of the Dragon Palace mentioned in the bamboo slips of the Han Dynasty, besides "spiritual wood that nourishes the soul?" When raising funds to purify the waters of Dongting, there is always hope to complete the initial mission. It would be best to get such a gift at that time.
Lin Luoran comforted the little monk, but she didn't say anything to death. Sometimes she rashly gave people hope, but if she couldn't do it in the end, it would turn favor into hatred instead.
Seeing that she gave first aid to the wounded and treated them well, the little monk who asked about Mu Xiaoliu's injury earlier asked quickly, "Uncle, what should we do now?"
Lin Luoran saw that the atmosphere was a bit sluggish, so he deliberately slowed down everyone's confidence, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"
The little monk secretly glanced at Wen Guanjing, Wen Guanjing wanted to pretend he didn't know him, but he heard the little monk say: "The younger generation is surnamed Wen, named Runlan, and comes from the Shushan writer family."
So they are also juniors of the Wen family, these cultivation families are united at critical moments, even the juniors in the early stage of Qi training are willing to send them to risk, which makes Lin Luoran's bad impression of them slightly diluted.
There was a faint smile on everyone's face, feeling helpless when the darkness suddenly fell, and Lin Luoran and Wen Runlan's eyes were diverted during the conversation.
It took Wen Runlan a while to realize that Lin Luoran was coaxing him like a child, and she was a little unhappy: "Uncle Shi, you haven't answered my question yet!"
Seeing that everyone was waiting for her answer with eager eyes, Lin Luoran didn't know where this transformation started. She had already become the backbone of this group of monks.
"Run Lan, what do you think if someone suddenly turns off the light in your room?"
Wen Runlan wrinkled her nose: "Scare me?"
This child looks eighteen or nineteen years old, so sincere, but he is not at all different from Wen Guanjing, Lin Luoran glanced at the latter, Wen Guanjing's face was flushed slightly by his brother's innocent answer, and he couldn't bear to look at it again Teased by Lin Luoran, he turned his head aside.
Lin Luoran coughed twice, "If someone suddenly turns off the lights, it's just to scare you, trap you, or say that he wants to deal with you, but he is not ready yet, so he has to hold you back."
Wen Runlan seemed to understand but half understood, "Hold us... what should we do then?"
Lin Luoran looked at the luminous flower in his hand, pursed his lips and smiled: "If someone steals your light, we will have to wait."
What are you waiting for? When the dead bat couldn't hold back anymore, it jumped out on its own initiative.
Thought I would send people to investigate the yard and rooms one by one, and then ask you to destroy them all
dream you-
Lin Luoran clapped his hands, "Are you hungry? Uncle Master has no shortage of food, and he can definitely afford to spend with that bat demon."
Everyone had black lines on their faces, Master Lin looked deserted, how could he still think of eating at this time... This is the difference between super geniuses and ordinary people? Look at his mental quality, tsk tsk!
Lin Luoran had a smile on his face, but quietly turned his gaze to the dark place where noctilucent plants could not shine.
The bat demon's consciousness must be very strong, and it actually enveloped this place, making it impossible for her to detect any movement. What exactly is it trying to do? As for whether he was 100% sure of the trump card he was relying on, Lin Luoran was slightly shaken.
Wen Guanjing didn't know where he stole the courage, but quietly shook her hand behind her back.
The slightly cool backs of her hands were covered by warm palms, Lin Luoran's eyelids twitched, but seeing Wen Guanjing looking straight at her with no guilt, she understood that this was nothing to do with Fengyue, and everything was silently encouraged.
This kind of cognition gave Lin Luoran a subtle illusion that even though she was already one step ahead in building a foundation, Wen Guanjing, who was still in the Qi training period, was still more like the "Senior Brother Wen" she knew at first, and there would always be Gives a feeling of peace of mind.
The situation changed suddenly, and the monks and Lu Sanchun who stayed outside didn't know how much more to worry about.
You have to get out as soon as possible—do you want to choose a hard attack
Lin Luoran was a little uncertain.