"Money money!"
Cen Baihe found that he was not holding the child's hand, but Qi Yan's bloody arm. He has never seen money and money with such an ugly face. This face is almost transparent, without a trace of blood.
He saw Qian Qian smiled at him, pushed his hand away, pinched a finger with the speed of his hand that he couldn't see clearly, and slapped his hands into the formation's eyes. In an instant, the blood at the eyes of the formation seemed to be alive, spreading to the entire formation.
"Roar!"
The white tiger let out a deafening cry, and the chains on his body snapped, exuding a pure white light. The blood mist dispersed little by little, the night wind blew gently on the cheeks, the moon and stars were thin, and it was infinitely beautiful.
The four mythical beast phantoms bowed to Qi Yan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and then flew into the sky in unison, returning to the mountains as life again.
"The moon is so beautiful today," Qi Yan propped on the ground with his uninjured hand, turned to look at Cen Baihe, his eyes were dark and translucent, "It's a pity, the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost over, and I didn't have time to eat moon cakes."
Cen Baihe stretched out his trembling hands, and when he was about to support him, Qi Yan smiled at him, leaned forward, and fell into the talisman drawn with blood. Just the moment he fell, the originally dark Wangxiang Town regained its light, and the Heaven Sacrifice Formation and the Locking Tiger Formation disappeared without a trace at the same time.
"Qianqian..." Cen Baihe thought his voice was loud, but the voice he squeezed out of his throat could only be heard by himself.
"Money, money, money!"
"Qian Qian, what's wrong with you?!"
Master Zhao opened his eyes and saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
The famous fifth master of the imperial capital, Cen Wuye, was terrified and rushed towards the center of the formation. Qi Yan was lying in the formation of Jiuding Qiankun formation, his whole body was soaked in blood, and he became a veritable blood man.
He reached out and touched his forehead, where there was a half-dried drop of blood. After being stunned for a while, he finally realized that when Qi Yan was talking about the Nine Cauldron Universe Array yesterday, where did he feel that something was wrong. Because Qi Yan is too simple and too easy, even with the help of extremely noble people, it is impossible to destroy the two chain formations created by the lives of hundreds of thousands of people so easily.
Use the purple energy as the power to break the shackles of the tiger formation, and then use the spiritual energy, blood, and purple energy as sacrifices, exchange the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and speed up the completion and end of the sacrifice formation. As long as God received the sacrifices he needed, the Heaven Sacrifice Formation lost its original effect.
"Don't touch him," Master Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest and said to Cen Bohe, "He used too much spiritual energy, his body couldn't bear such a load, and he exploded and was seriously injured. If you touch him, it is equivalent to using The knife is cutting his flesh."
Generally, in such a situation, a monk cannot survive.
But when he saw Cen Baihe's eyes that were almost bleeding, he couldn't say these words. I always feel that when this sentence is spoken, the seemingly rational man in front of him will collapse.
"Money money..."
Cen Baihe knelt on the soil covered with Qi Yan's blood, and carefully stretched out his hand to brush off the blood-stained hair in front of Qi Yan's forehead, without looking at Master Zhao: "Save him."
Master Zhao stood silently on the spot: "I'm sorry."
"Amitabha." Abbot Yun stood up with his Zen staff, and when he saw the tragic situation in front of him, he closed his eyes and put his hands together and said nothing.
Cen Baihe turned his head to look at the masters who were rescued by money, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Why can't you save him, aren't you a respected master?!" At this moment, he has lost his education and demeanor, and has become an uneducated person. Reasonable ordinary people.
The eight masters were so embarrassed by Cen Baihe's eyes that they lowered their heads in unison.
As cultivators, they all know that in a situation like Qi Yan, there is only one end to it, and that is to explode and die. Master Qi saved them, but they couldn't help Master Qi. They could only watch him suffer and die.
The moonlight fell on each of their shoulders, but no one had the heart to appreciate this stunningly beautiful scenery.
Cen Baihe had never experienced this kind of feeling, the feeling of an empty heart but indescribable pain, he choked his throat, and his eyes seemed to be burning with heat. He didn't know what he had lost. He only felt that the whole world had lost its color. Only by looking at the money on the ground could he feel a little more at ease in his empty heart.
Just when everyone thought that Qi Yan had passed away, Cen Baihe saw Qian Qian's finger move.
Qi Yan has grown so big, and he has never felt that his whole body has passed through so much. The feeling of being burned by fire and frozen for a while is too sour and refreshing to describe in words. He felt that his lying position must be wrong, and he wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, but his whole body seemed to be pressed by a ghost, and he couldn't move at all.
After an unknown amount of time, he felt the ice and fire merged together and turned into a warm current that swam through his limbs and eight veins. He seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, and he was extremely comfortable.
"Satellite monitoring is normal!" Zhao Zhicheng looked out the window. In the dark night, the street lamps radiated soft light, illuminating the way home for everyone.
"The power supply has also returned to normal." He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. The mobile phone signal was full, and the aura monitoring equipment was all normal, as if the failure of the previous few hours was just an illusion.
"Success, Master Qi, they succeeded!"
There was no death, no large-scale weird events, and they were greeted by the most beautiful moonlight on the new day.
Zhao Zhizeng reluctantly suppressed his extreme excitement, turned his head to Gao Ronghua and said, "Team Gao, arrange an ambulance immediately." He is both excited and scared now, because the lives of the people on this land have been saved, and how can those masters As such, he didn't know it at all.
At six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Zhicheng and Gao Ronghua took the team members and medical staff up the mountain on time. Before they reached the destination, they smelled a faint smell of blood. Zhao Zhicheng's complexion changed and he couldn't help speeding up his pace.
When they actually arrived at the scene, everyone was stunned to see the blood-stained land.
The eight masters were sitting on the ground in a circle. Fifth Master Cen and Master Qi, who were surrounded by them, sat and lay down. It seemed that the situation was not good. Zhao Zhicheng hesitated for a moment, and approached these masters carefully, only to see the great formation drawn with talisman paper and blood on the ground. Even after several hours had passed, he could still feel the rich spiritual energy from this great formation.
"Master Qi... how's it going?"
The morning wind picked up, making Zhao Zhicheng's arm feel a little cold, but all this was not as cold as when he saw Qi Yan, who was covered in blood.
He was stunned for a few seconds before turning his head to the medical staff and saying, "Quick, come quickly."
Don't make a fuss about this!
Because Qi Yan was covered in blood, and the medical staff did not know where he was injured, they were extremely careful when carrying Qi Yan onto the stretcher, for fear of causing secondary harm to the injured.
"Sir, please rest assured, we will take good care of the injured," the nurse explained after seeing a particularly good-looking man following them into the ambulance, "The mountain road here is steep and you will be uncomfortable in the car. "
Cen Baihe's face became even more ugly when he heard the words: "Since the road conditions are so bad, can the patient lie in the car?"
"This..." The nurse was also a little dumbfounded, not knowing what to do for a while.
"You check him first," Cen Baihe took out his phone, "I'll take care of the rest."
After half an hour, everyone heard the sound of the helicopter, and the nurse was a little strange: "Why is there a helicopter here?" As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Cen Baihe jumped out of the ambulance and gestured into the air.
Cen Baihe turned to Zhao Zhicheng and said, "My special plane has been parked at Xugou Airport. I hope you can communicate with the relevant departments so that my plane can take off successfully in an hour and a half."
"Okay, I'll apply to my superiors immediately." Zhao Zhicheng agreed immediately, then turned around and sent a message to his superiors. Soon the superior came back with a reply, saying that he would do everything in his power to save the master who dedicated himself to the country, and he should not be neglected.
Soon Qi Yan was sent to the helicopter. After arriving at Xugou City Airport, he was sent to Cen Baihe's private plane and flew directly to the Imperial Capital Airport.
As soon as the plane took off here, the ambulance was already waiting at the Imperial Capital Airport. As long as Qi Yan got off the plane, they would give him the best treatment.
"Master, can we fly with our swords after training?"
"No, it's not Taoist priests who can fly in the sky, only birds and planes."
Qi Yan seemed to hear the sound of the plane taking off, but the feeling of soaking in the hot spring was so comfortable that he didn't want to open his eyes at all.
In the darkness, as if someone grabbed his hand, he thought to himself, even if he fell asleep and fell into the bottom of the hot spring, someone should have pulled him up, right? Thinking of this, he fell asleep at ease.
"Bai He." When the Cen family rushed to the hospital, Qi Yan had already been taken to the emergency room.
Third Brother Cen looked at his lost brother, bent down and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, Master Qi is so powerful, it will be alright."
"Third brother..." Cen Baihe looked up at third brother Cen blankly. He was stunned for a few seconds before looking at the doorway of the emergency room, "The doctor said that Qian Qian lost too much blood and is still being rescued."
"He kept saying that his hand hurt, and he asked me to blow it, but I ignored him."
"It's my fault."
"If only... I would have grabbed his hand sooner..."
"Bai He?" Third Brother Cen noticed that something was wrong with his younger brother's mental state, he put his hands on Cen Baihe's shoulders, "Bai He, this has nothing to do with you, it's not your fault!"
"Third brother..." Cen Baihe bent down, held his head, and said in a choked voice, "If something really happened to Qian Qian, what should I do?"
This sentence seems to be like a heavy punch hitting the third brother Cen's heart. He stared blankly at his brother, not knowing what to say.
When did his proud and calm younger brother show such a helpless appearance
In addition to the Cen family, there are eight masters outside the rescue room, as well as Zhao Zhicheng, Gao Ronghua, and Xiang Qiang. These people all stared at the door of the emergency room, hoping to get good news.
A few hours later, the lights in the emergency room finally went out, and a few tired doctors came out. Facing everyone's expectant eyes, the doctor walking at the front shook his head: "The patient has recovered his basic vital characteristics, but he has lost too much blood and needs to be observed in the intensive care unit to see if he can recover... We can't say right now. ."
"Thank you," Zhao Zhicheng bowed to the doctor, "the wounded inside was injured like this for the sake of the country, and he is a rare talent, please do your best."
"Captain Zhao, I can understand your mood," the doctor said with a moving expression, "please rest assured, our expert team will do its best to heal."
When Zhao Zhicheng turned around, he saw Cen Baihe sticking to the door, looking into the rescue room through the palm-sized glass window.