Nanfeng followed the direction pointed by the fat man and looked to the northeast. To the northeast were the mountains, and a dozen figures could be vaguely seen flying towards here from the mountains.
Nanfeng could only see the silhouette of the person, but could not see the complexion of the visitor, so he asked, "What kind of cultivation are they?"
The fat man raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "One Taixuan, two Dongyuan, and the rest are Lizi Jushan."
"The rightful master is here." Nanfeng nodded slowly, practicing the ninth level of qi. The more you practice, the harder it becomes. Those who have the cultivation of the cave god are like crucian carp crossing the river. There are countless people. Those who have high profound cultivation are much less than the cave god. There are very few people rising to the Mysterious Realm, and no matter how few the Mysterious Cave Mountains are, it is really not easy to survive the heavenly calamity and advance to live in the mountains. Those who advance to the cave abyss are even rarer. Taixuan is the ultimate qi practitioner and can reach the top of the world. Without a doubt, if he had not guessed wrong, this monk with Taixuan cultivation was probably the Yinguang monk from Wuchang Temple.
"What were you doing earlier? Why are you here?" the fat man said with a curl of his lips.
"On the way." Nanfeng said, Wuchang Temple is in Jiankang, and this place is located in the south of Jiangling. The two places are more than a thousand miles apart. Even if Monk Yinguang has Taixuan cultivation, it will take several hours to get here. .
"Hurry up, everyone is almost dead." The fat man was very anxious. At this time, the Purple Qi masters from the Taiqing Sect were besieging the two remaining monks. The two monks were blocking the way from the left and the right. It was extremely critical.
Nan Feng slowly shook his head and said, "The Clay Buddha is crossing the river."
"Huh?" The fat man looked at Nanfeng in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"You can see the expressions of those monks, and those Taiqing Taoists can also see it," Nanfeng stretched his hand and pointed north, "They knew that the enemy Taixuan masters were coming, so why didn't they panic at all?"
The fat man frowned when he heard this. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized, "You mean there are still ambushes among the Taoists?"
"There should be." Nanfeng nodded.
"This is a serious matter." Fatty also realized the seriousness of the situation. He originally thought it was just a small-scale conflict, but then he realized that the conflict was far more intense than he imagined.
"Let's go, it's not safe here." Nanfeng held Ba Ye in his arms and walked towards the south. Jiutian Sanskrit is the secret teaching of Wuchang Temple and one of the four great magical powers of Buddhism in China. If the visitor is really a monk Yinguang, he will definitely use it. If the Nine Heavens Sanskrit sounds come out, it will be easy to get disaster if you stay here.
Although the fat man wanted to watch the battle, he did not dare to stay. The two of them were only three or four miles away from the city gate. If Taixuan masters were to fight from the south gate, this place was by no means a safe distance.
There was no road in the barren mountain, and the two of them had brought a lot of things with them. They could not walk fast. Before they could cross the ridge, the monks who flew to help arrived outside the city gate. They were all old monks, all wearing bright red cassocks.
The visitors were all bald, and Nanfeng could not distinguish their complexions, so it was impossible to tell which old monk was a master of Taixuan.
As soon as the monks arrived, they immediately took action, killing the Taiqing Taoists and rescuing the two monks who were surrounded and bruised.
Just as the two of them turned to look back, a figure rose up from the sky a hundred feet away to the south.
The two of them felt something and looked up, only to see an old Taoist flashing past their heads and heading towards the city gate. While the two looked at the old Taoist, the old Taoist also turned back to look at the two of them.
The moment I saw this person, the south wind was like falling into an ice cave, and my whole body was chilled. This old Taoist was none other than one of the two Taoists of the Xuan generation in Taiqing Sect.
While shocked, Nanfeng also saw a murderous intent in the other party's eyes. It was over, he was recognized.
Just when Nanfeng was stunned and shocked, the veteran did not turn around and come back. Instead, he accelerated his energy and swept towards the northern battle group.
There were more than twenty Taiqing Taoists who appeared at the same time as this old Taoist. Without exception, they were all purple energy masters who lived above the mountain. These people appeared from all directions. After appearing, they immediately flew towards the city gate. It was obvious that He wanted to complete the encirclement and kill all the monks who came to aid him in the future.
At a glance, Nanfeng discovered several familiar faces, including Tian Chengzi, Tiangangzi, Tian Xiangzi and others. These people did not agree with the two elders of the Xuan generation, but they also participated in this siege. After all, The reason must be that the Yinguang monk was arrogant and domineering, promoting Buddha and suppressing Taoism, which made everyone in Taiqing feel the same hatred.
Seeing these familiar faces, Nanfeng wanted to call out, but those people appeared in the distance, and immediately went to surround them after they appeared, so they would not hear the call at this time.
After a brief daze, Nanfeng came to his senses and said eagerly to the fat man, "The old Taoist has recognized me. Let's go separately. I'll go south and you go east."
The fat man also noticed that the old man looked at Nanfeng with hidden ferocity. He knew that what Nanfeng said was true, but he still took a chance and said, "They don't have time to pay attention to us right now. Let's go together."
Just as Nanfeng was about to answer the call, he found a Taoist priest breaking away from the melee and rushing toward the area where the two of them were.
"Oops, let's go separately." Nanfeng gave Ba Ye to the fat man, threw away the chicken coop and ran southward.
When he turned around, he found the fat man following him.
"Let's go!" Nanfeng roared angrily.
The fat man took a few steps to catch up, threw away the gold and silver rations, and ran away with Nanfeng, "You don't have spiritual energy. If you catch up, you will be dead."
"Even if you have spiritual energy cultivation, you are no match for them. Let's go away quickly." Nanfeng tried to shake off the fat man's hand, but the fat man was too strong and he couldn't shake it off.
The fat man said nothing and ran southward, dragging the south wind with him.
While fleeing for his life in embarrassment, Nan Feng turned around to look back from time to time. When he turned around for the third time, the pursuers had arrived five feet away behind him. They were carrying long swords and looking ferocious. It was none other than the vicious Tian Shanzi.
Seeing that he could not escape, Nanfeng first asked for a delay, "Master Tianshan, my meridians have been destroyed, and I can no longer practice Qi."
Tianshanzi didn't answer, his nose trembled, and he stepped forward quickly.
Upon seeing this, the fat man hurriedly pushed Ba Ye to Nan Feng, turned around and stood in front of Nan Feng, "What do you want to do?!"
Tianshanzi didn't answer, didn't slow down, stepped forward, and slashed with his sword.
Seeing the long sword coming, the fat man hurriedly recited a spell, arched his back and shrugged his shoulders and cast the eight-part golden body.
Tianshanzi was a master of purple energy, and the long sword he used was also of extraordinary quality. With one slash of his sword, a long bloody gash was opened on the fat man's left shoulder near his neck.
Seeing that he had not cut off the fat man's head, Tianshanzi was a little surprised. He frowned and tilted his head, and was stunned for a moment.
At the critical moment, the only thing Nanfeng could think of was a delaying strategy, "I know the whereabouts of the Book of Heaven, as long as..."
Before Nan Feng could finish his words, Tian Shanzi struck out a second time, changing from a slash to a straight thrust, and the long sword hit the fat man's left chest.
The fat man's eight-part golden body was already a little warm. Tianshanzi's sword filled with spiritual energy, although it tore clothes and skin, failed to penetrate the flesh or bones.
Tianshanzi felt this and frowned again. He raised his left palm and struck the end of the long sword hard. The long sword received force and penetrated his chest and back.
His heart and lungs were injured, and the fat man immediately collapsed.
Nanfeng was stunned. Although he knew that he had been in danger, he did not expect that the danger would come so suddenly. Seeing the fat man die in front of his eyes, his mind went blank for an instant. Although he knew that he must stay calm, his mind still Blank.
Tianshanzi didn't say anything or hesitate. He drew out his long sword and stepped forward, kicking the eighth master away from Nanfeng's arms.
Tianshanzi's kick was very powerful. Ba Ye was born not long ago, and his bones had not grown hard. How could he withstand such a heavy blow? He whined and fell to the ground and died.
"I fuck you..."
Nanfeng stopped scolding before he finished. It wasn't that he didn't want to scold, but that he couldn't make any sound. After Tianshanzi kicked Ba Ye away, he immediately followed up with his long sword and hit his throat.
Tian Shanzi was used to seeing blood and had a heart of stone. The long sword came out as soon as it entered, bringing out a bright red mist of blood.
After the long sword that had stabbed his throat was pulled out, the first thing Nanfeng felt was a cold air rushing from the wound to his heart, and his whole body felt cold.
The first thing I felt was the chill, and then I saw the blood spurting out from my neck. Driven by my survival instinct, I subconsciously raised my hand to cover the wound.
He came quickly, killed neatly, and left simply. Before Nanfeng could fall, Tianshanzi stepped on the ground and flew into the air, returning to join the battle.
Although he was fatally wounded, Nanfeng felt no fear in his heart, only nervousness, anger and shock. It turned out that death was not as terrible as imagined, and it would not be so painful if he really died.
Naturally, the wound could not be covered, and blood was flowing rapidly, but his consciousness was still clear.
Injuries are not unusual for Nanfeng. He has also experienced excessive blood loss. He knows that he will gradually lose consciousness as the blood is lost, but he is still awake at the moment. He must seize this precious and short period of wakefulness to do something.
For anyone else, the first thing that would come to mind at this time would definitely be asking for help, but years of begging and countless blank stares have made Nan Feng understand that there are not many good people in the world and he cannot rely on others for help.
The first thing he thought of was self-rescue. When he thought of self-rescue, he immediately thought of the Yang-Returning Pill in his body.
The Yang-Returning Pill was in his left inner pocket. He was covering the wound with his right hand. If he wanted to take out the Yang-Returning Pill, he had to free his right hand.
But he didn't dare to do this. Even if he pressed the wound hard, blood would still spurt out. If he let go, he was afraid it would spurt wildly.
At a critical moment, every second counts. After just a moment of hesitation, he already felt dizzy.
The more critical the moment, the more one can see a person's character. Realizing that he was about to lose consciousness, Nan Feng released his right hand covering his neck.
As soon as he let go, Nanfeng knew that his bravery had made him make the right decision, but in fact, blood would spurt out regardless of whether he covered it or not, and his fainting did not accelerate after he let go.
He took out the porcelain bottle, smashed it into pieces, took a Yang-Returning Pill in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth, intending to swallow it.
Eating is human instinct, and so is swallowing, but at this moment he couldn't swallow, as if he had forgotten how to swallow.
After several efforts, the Yang-Returning Pill disappeared. I don’t know whether it was swallowed without realizing it or melted on its own.
The Yang-Returning Pill had a miraculous effect, the blood stopped in the blink of an eye, and although his consciousness was chaotic, it did not continue to deteriorate.
He staggered to the side of the fat man and stuffed another Yang-Returning Pill into the fat man's mouth. This time he saw that the Yang-Returning Pill melted in his mouth and went into his throat on its own without swallowing.
After feeding Fatty the Yang-Returning Pill, Nanfeng began to search for it from the Fatty's body. There were three Yang-Returning Pills in total, and the Fatty still had one on him, saving Ba Ye.
But after finding the porcelain vase, they found that the porcelain vase contained ants, and the Huanyang Pill originally contained in the porcelain vase was missing...