Xue Meng's blood was about to be choked, but the ink burned but he didn't have so much time to breathe. When he heard this sentence, he turned back to the corpse group and blocked the first line of defense.
Chu nightning has been helping Nangong Si to debug the machine that was obviously touched by someone. At this time, he saw the ink burning hard in front of him, and immediately flew to the door of the palace, and said sharply: "Ink burning, come back!"
"Master..."
Chu nightning split a golden enchantment, the enchantment lighted up, and suddenly slammed the corpse away a few feet, and then he dropped three guardian enchantments in the long steps, the front of the hall, and the gap between the stone gates. Then he pulled the ink back.
"You stop first."
The ink burned the heart and said: "The enchantment of the master in Jiaoshan can't last for too long! Why is the master!"
Chu nightning eyes are like green frost and purple electricity. He gritted his teeth, pushed the ink hard, and pushed him back to the temple: "You are all injured and you are going to die, go back to meditate! Shi Mingjing!"
"Master, I am here."
Chu nightning Lingkong slapped the ink and burned: "Heal him."
The teacher nodded: "Yes, Master."
The ink burned the hand that the teacher stretched out, and said to Chu nightning who had turned his back: "It's all skin trauma, Master, your enchantment here can only support a stick of incense at most, It will also consume a great deal of your spiritual power, you…”
Chu nightning did not look back, standing in the sky: "Then I will support this incense stick."
The ink burned and wanted to talk again, but was pulled by the teacher. The cool hand of the teacher touched his skin, rolled up his sleeves for him, and began to cast a spell to heal. The ink burned to his eyes, and he silently moved towards him. Mo Ran shook his head, then lowered his eyes, focusing on his spells.
Chu nightning said: "Xue Meng."
"Yes, Master."
"I can't stand it anymore, so you go up. Don't hold on, if you feel a little overwhelmed, go up to your lord."
Xue Zhengyi hurriedly said: "Okay, it would be better to take turns."
Chu nightning continued to transport his spiritual power to the three-layer enchantment, and said: "There is another thing to trouble the Lord."
"you say."
Chu nightning gritted his teeth and said: "Ask the group of wastes hiding behind, except for those who are not good at fighting in the snow palace and the lonely moon night, let them come over if they can fight!"
"...What if they don't come?"
Chu nightning said: "Then the temple gate is broken, and you sit on the ground and wait to die. You can't see them coming."
Xue Zhengyi passed by, and Nangong Sizheng stared at the half lock on his hand with a gloomy face. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know why the ban under the first-generation head was suddenly broken.
Logically speaking, as long as Nangong Changying gave the order, no one would be able to change the spirit of the Evil Flood Dragon, how could this happen suddenly...
Xue Zhengyi asked those who could deal with it to go to the front, and Ye Wangxi said, "I'll come."
Nangong Si immediately came to his senses, and he pulled her: "You are a girl, how can you—"
Ye Wangxi stared at Jiang Dongtang's group of submissive promises, talking about his disciples, and said coldly: "Even if there are only two people in Confucianism, they are not people who are greedy for life and fear of death."
The middle-aged female cultivators who had ridiculed her daughter who was about to be in her early years were silent at this time, and they all turned their attention to other places and did not look at Ye Wangxi's face.
In this way, Xue Zhengyi gathered some people and suddenly froze for a moment: "Hanxue? Why are you... No, no, you are not good at this kind of thing, you go back."
Mei Hanxue also seemed to be cold and cold today, and said, "Don't worry, uncle, I know what I know, and I won't play tricks."
Xue Zhengyong looked at the Palace Master of Taxue Palace, and seeing that the Palace Master had no objection, he had no choice but to let Mei Hanxue join this group of people.
Jiang Xi frowned and said, "Do you keep resisting like this? It will be better to leave some people who are suitable for short-term confrontation, and go to the apse to see the situation."
Xue Zhengyi said: "Let's deal with it for a while and see if we can repair the machine. It is the best policy to go together. If it is not repairable, then we can only divide it into two groups, one to resist, and the other to go to the apse to check the situation. "
Jiang Xi said: "...that's fine. But who can repair the bracket?"
At this time, one hand was raised tremblingly, and the villa owner Ma Yun, who had just been scolded by Jiang Xi like a shrewd bastard, stuck out his head and said weakly: "This, this organ's technical work, I, I I think I can still give it a try.”
Jiang Xi was both angry and funny: "Then why don't you go quickly?"
Ma Yun pulled Nangong Si and stumbled away. Xue Zhengyi also led the fighting team away.
Jiang Xi turned around, looked around and the hall that was divided into two and turned into purgatory and nine heavens, and fell into deep thought.
His eyes swept across the Zhenlong chess pieces who were still joking, chatting, or being tortured on the other side, and finally his eyes fell on Nangong Liu, who had been squatting beside a basket of oranges.
He felt very strange.
Why did Nangong Liu and the other chess pieces in this hall not go berserk like the corpses outside, and get up to kill
If Xu Shuanglin controls these precious chess pieces in the hall at this moment and starts to attack, they are destined to be stretched and trapped in domestic and foreign difficulties.
Why doesn't he do it
Don't want to do it
Or... can't do it
Jiang Xi was surprised, but Mo Ran was not surprised at all.
He can clearly perceive that all the Zhenlong bureaus in the temple have completely preserved the temper, obsession, and even some memories of these puppets before they died. An inappropriate analogy, those zombies outside are marionettes, while those inside are all living dead with independent temperaments.
Xu Shuanglin obviously had only one reason for not manipulating these living dead - his spiritual power had reached its limit.
"Master Chu, help!"
Suddenly, a weak whisper came from the bottom of the stone steps. Chu nightning looked up and saw that Hua Binan led a dozen monks, and they broke through the stone steps with great difficulty.
They were bitten by a poisonous snake before, and they were repairing them in place. They did not expect to encounter the second rampage of the corpse group. The twenty or so cultivators were instantly destroyed by half. Chu nightning immediately raised his hand, dropped another layer of enchantment, and protected the cage around them, and then the day after tomorrow, he threw it out and repelled the zombies who were fighting around them.
"come over!"
Chu night Ning reached out to Hua Binan.
The ink burned but was suddenly alert, and he didn't care that the teacher's medicine was only halfway up, and immediately got up and blocked: "Master, be careful!"
But Hua Binan was not unusual. He trembled and held the hand that Chu nightning extended, and was dragged by Chu nightning to the stronger protective barrier behind him. Chu nightning turned back and said: "Come and help a few people! "
These surviving people were pulled back one by one and placed in the hall. They were all moaning and panting, their faces covered in blood, and their expressions were extremely painful.
Jiang Xi led the disciples of Gu Yueye to the front. He leaned down in front of Hua Binan with a rare anxious look on his face: "Why is the injury so serious..."
"I'm not injured yet. Your lord should go and see the others first." Hua Binan leaned on the beam. His hat and veil had been torn, and his robe was stained with blood. Jiang Xi wanted to give it to him. Taking the pulse, he raised his hand to stop him, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury, but it's the little apprentice of the Lord... Cough, he, he's hurt too badly, the Lord, go and heal him, don't worry about me... "
This wave of people's injuries are very serious, and some people even have their entire legs twisted. Compared with them, Hua Binan, who can still speak completely, is indeed lighter.
Jiang Xi cursed in a low voice, glanced at Hua Binan again, and turned around to help others heal.
Hua Binan trembled and groped out a bottle of hemostatic powder from the Qiankun bag, and was about to sprinkle it on his wound, when suddenly one hand took the porcelain bottle in his hand, and the ink burned: "I will help you."
"… not necessary."
The ink burned with deep eyes and looked at him: "It's just a powder, it's a job."
Hua Binan snatched the porcelain bottle and whispered, "I'm not used to others touching me. Besides, you're not a healing monk at all, and you're causing trouble."
"Then let me help you."
"Master?" The ink burned his head and saw that the teacher had put down the medical bag swiftly. When Hua Binan saw the medical bag, he pouted, no longer said a word, and did not resist.
The teacher spread out the silver needle cloth bag and said in a low voice: "Senior Sage, the junior may be inappropriate, please forgive me first."
Hua Binan: "… "
He was seriously injured, and it was useless to directly apply the spell to stop the bleeding. It must be blocked with a spirit needle first. I saw the cold light suddenly rise, the edge flashed, and the eyes of the teacher flashed with the brilliance of silver needles, and more than ten needles have fallen in the blink of an eye. .
"Senior's veil and hat..."
There was a gloomy look in the eyes of the cold-scale holy hand, but he also knew that there were several acupoints that must be pierced on the face, so he said with a sullen expression: "I will pick it myself."
The blood-stained gauze fell, revealing the face of the cold-scale holy hand that never showed anyone.
It was an extremely weird face, the upper half was still pretty, but from the bridge of the nose, the entire face was twisted and burned, like some kind of echinoderms.
Hua Binan raised his head, with a hint of hatred and ridicule in his eyes: "What's going on? Master Mo hasn't left yet, so it looks good to stay here?"
"… Feel sorry."
Hua Binan sneered behind him: "I told you to stop here long ago, it's you who didn't listen, you said sorry at this time, but you didn't know what you were thinking - probably thinking 'this cold-scale holy hand master It's really ugly', hehe."
Mo Ran shook his head, and it was inconvenient to say anything and left.
The owner of Ma Zhuang is still tossing the broken iron lock, and in front of the Tiangong Gate, Chu nightning's spiritual power is almost lacking, he turned to Xue Meng and said: "Xue Meng, take over!"
Xue Meng immediately grasped the idea and raised the knife to meet them. The handover of the two of them was extremely smooth, and not even a zombie had time to squeeze in at the moment of replacement.
As soon as Chu nightning retreated from the enchantment, he couldn't help but take a step back. The ink burned his face and felt extremely distressed, but he couldn't do anything in front of everyone, and even Chu nightning's hand could not be held, only Suppressing himself, he asked, "Late... Master, are you alright?"
"It's okay." Chu nightning coughed gently, "It just took a little more spiritual power."
But Mo Ran knows that Chu nightning's spiritual core is very fragile, and it may not be a big deal for others to consume more spiritual power, but for Chu nightning...
The ink burned and closed his eyes.
In the last life, their master and apprentice were at odds with righteousness and evil, and they separated and collapsed. Chu nightning was in that battle because he exhausted his spiritual power, and the spiritual core was instantly shattered. Since then, he has become no different from mortals, and even his body is more than mortals. for weakness.
how could it be...
The ink burned in the heart, his eyes were slightly red, and he silently put the clothes that Chu nightning just gave him back to the other party's shoulders. Only at this time can he gently squeeze the shoulders of Chu nightning through the clothes.
All his heavy love for him can only be hidden in this moment of light touch.
He helped Chu Wanning to the side, he specially found a place with less people, a quieter place, and then sat down with Chu Wanning.
While no one found out, Mo Ran quietly held Chu Wanning's hand.
very cool.
And that year, when Chu nightning was defeated by his knife, he leaned over to step on his chest and stretched out his hand to squeeze his chin, the same coolness.
The ink burned down, and the fingertips were trembling slightly.
Chu nightning originally wanted to take out his hand. After all, there were too many eyes here, but he felt the slight tremor, so the hand that was about to be taken away turned and intertwined with his fingers.
"Let me see." Chu nightning raised his other hand and let Mo Ran raise his face, with wounds on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, "Does it hurt?"
Mo Ran shook his head, he stared at the face of Chu nightning, looking at the person who clearly had blue lips, but still cared about him.
He felt pain.
Not a wound.
is the heart.
He finally learned the Chu nightning-style lie, and the ink burned and said: "It doesn't hurt."
"It doesn't hurt, why are you shaking?"
He didn't say a word, he couldn't say anything, so Chu nightning misunderstood that he was still shaking because of the pain, his fingertips lingered with a pale green light, and the ink burned pupils suddenly closed, and he grabbed Chu nightning and wanted to touch it. The hand on his cheek: "Are you crazy? Still using spiritual power?!"
"This is nothing at all." Chu nightning said, "It's just the tiniest healing spell to relieve pain."
His fingertips touched his scar.
Pain reliever.
But his heart was cut like a knife, and Ling Chi's car was split, probably nothing more than that.
Mo Ran naturally knows that this is just a little bit of spiritual power, like a drop in the ocean, a cup of Wang Yang, Chu nightning gave almost all the spiritual power to everyone, and only a little bit was distributed to him.
In the previous life, because Chu nightning always gave too much to the world and too little to himself, he resented Chu nightning.
But then he wouldn't know.
In fact, Chu nightning gave him little by little, although it was pitiful, but it was all he had left, the only thing left, the last thing.
"Okay! It's fixed, it's fixed!"
Suddenly, a cultivator under the master of Ma Zhuang hurried to the door, his cheeks flushed, and he shouted: "Get ready to retreat, the door is about to close! The door is about to close!"
At this time, the person who was defending against the corpse group had been replaced by Mei Hanxue. Xue Meng was injured after retreating, but the injury was not serious. He wrapped it in gauze, and there was not much to check. He bit the gauze. The belt was knotted for himself, while watching Mei Hanxue retreat from the enemy.
Strange to say, he remembered that Mei Hanxue was clearly the spiritual core of the water and wood elements, but he didn't know why he had used the fire element tricks. He was alone, lying on a Konghou with broken water, clanking fingers and a cold face, but the fire-red barrier flames shot back all the corpses that tried to approach.
"It's closed! Young Master Mei!"
Mei Hanxue let the lying Konghou hang in the air, and stepped back with him step by step. When he retreated to the door, Xue Meng suddenly found something wrong. He turned his head and said, "Can you open the door a little more? This piano is too wide, can't enter—"
"Need not."
Mei Hanxue interrupted Xue Meng's words coldly and succinctly, and suddenly put the Konghou in the music box, losing the suppression of the sound of the piano and the fire, and suddenly a group of zombies rushed up. Xue Meng knew that he was not good at close combat, and his expression changed suddenly. , pull out the Dragon City and rush out to help.
Unexpectedly, before the person passed, he saw a flash of silver light, and Mei Hanxue did not know when a silver sabre appeared in the palm of his hand. He retreated and threw the sword sharply. Before the gate was about to close, Mei Hanxue raised his hand and said sharply, "Suofeng, come back!"
The sword turned into a bright light and shadow, swishing in from the gap, Mei Hanxue caught it suddenly, and the sword flower was pulled by her arm and returned to her side.
The gate of the Tiangong suddenly closed.
There was a muffled sound from outside. It was the sound of corpses and dragon tendons smashing on the door, but it seemed to come from a long distance. The palace gate that was built by the Nangong family was not so easy to break.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and there were several disciples in the upper cultivation world who had never seen the world, all of them kneeling on the ground with their legs soft, and even some of them were worthless, and cried out, "Mum... what is this all about? What's the matter..."
After the break, Mei Hanxue was also slightly relieved, but his relieved look was not significantly different from usual. If Xue Meng had been staring at him, I would not have noticed that he slightly opened his lips and spit. Take this breath.
Suddenly finding two frightening eyes next to her, Mei Hanxue turned her head: "... What? Why are you looking at me?"
Xue Meng's throat was a little dry: "...Your sword..."
Mei Hanxue glanced sideways at the long sword flowing with silver light: "Suo Feng."
Xue Meng's face was cloudy for a while, and he said: "When did you make a sword?... No, no, when should you have a martial arts?"
"there is always."
Xue Meng stunned: "Then why don't you use it at the Lingshan Conference?"
"..." Mei Hanxue was silent for a while and said, "I don't want to use it."
Xue Meng seemed very puzzled, and even a little angry: "Do you look down on us? You take out Shenwu, maybe you are the second... second?"
Mei Hanxue turned his eyes, and the cold eyes seemed to be a little mocking. He looked at Xue Meng, who blushed slightly because of anger, and then said: "The third place is very good, the first... "He pursed his lips, wiped Xue Meng and walked over, and a word fell on Xue Meng's ear lightly.
"The first is too stupid."