Yun Pomo smiled grinningly: "Retreat? Where do you retreat?"
Yun Pomo rushed forward, his figure turned into a ray of light, and the wind rushed directly towards Wu Ling.
It turned out that after Wu Ling returned to the newly selected residence, Ling Xiaofeng, he felt the hostility for the first time. Knowing that the visitor was not good, he rushed back to help. Just when I arrived at the gate, I saw my uncle Linghuxiong being flanked by both sides. The situation was at a critical point. I didn't even think about it at the moment. The Zhenwu Seven Stars Art urged, nine consecutive spiritual energy arrows, one arrow shot the cloud to break the magic, and eight arrows attacked. The ancient prehistoric gluttonous beasts.
This wave of three talents and nine arrows, one front and eight behind, has a powerful light as cover. So it looks like an arrow. It wasn't until the first arrow was blocked that the eight spirit power arrows behind were revealed, but they had already shot in front of the ancient beast gluttonous, and it really couldn't be avoided.
The power of three talents and nine arrows is very terrifying. Coupled with Wu Ling's groping and practice of Zhenwu Seven Star Art and Star Spiritual Power during this period, he was more familiar with Wu Yiyang than the last time he dealt with Wu Yiyang in Xinghai Bay. The last time he dealt with Wu Yiyang, he only exerted less than 20% of his power. But this time, it was full of power. Naturally, the two cannot be the same.
Seeing Yun Pomo rushing towards him, Wu Ling was ready to shoot again, preparing to greet this Yun Pomo with a new round of three talents and nine arrows.
Seeing Yun Pomo rushing forward, Linghuxiong furiously followed behind, and shouted again: "Ling'er, go back!"
This is a very dangerous move before the battle. Wu Ling's arrow was on the string at this time, and if he turned around and escaped, he would definitely be killed by Yun Pomo. So when Linghuxiong greeted him, he didn't dare to turn around easily.
Yun Pomo had seen Wu Ling's Qi Arrow in his hand from a distance, and his heart sank. Suddenly he noticed that Linghuxiong was following him, his mind suddenly changed, his spear was swung backwards, and his body suddenly dashed backward. A little bit of spear-back to the carbine! boom! Linghuxiong was eager to protect his people, but he didn't watch out for this unprepared shot. The gun lashed out, right in the middle of Dantian!
Seeing Yun Pomo's body suddenly stopped, Wu Ling knew it was not good. Watching his carbine fire this time, he shouted in surprise: "Uncle, be careful!"
But when he heard this sound, Yun Pomo's attack had already reached Linghuxiong's dantian.
boom!
Linghuxiong's body was hit by this fierce blow and flew out. It hit the stone wall of the mountain gate heavily, bang!
Seeing this scene, Wu Ling only felt that his chest was pierced by a sharp blade, and it was a piercing pain! uncle!
Wu Ling was filled with righteous indignation, a wave of anger filled his chest, and with a tragic whistle, another wave of three talents and nine arrows shot out without hesitation, directly at the back of that Yun Pomo.
Wu Ling shot this arrow with anger, as if the anger from every pore in his body was concentrated in this arrow. All sorrow and sorrow, all anger and suffering, must be vented in this arrow. . He couldn't wait to shoot this cloud-breaking demon directly through with an arrow! This arrow is more powerful!
This arrow was shot between the electric light and flint, almost in sync with Yunpomo's carbine, and at most it was just the interval between those thoughts.
But between this thought, it may become eternal, an unfilled pain, and a wound that separates Yin and Yang.
"Uncle." Nine Arrows shot out, Wu Ling uttered angrily, and shot madly towards the place where Linghu Xiong crashed. He could no longer care about everything, crisis, life or death, he didn't want to bother about it. He just wanted to know whether his uncle Linghuxiong was still alive.
For a long time, Linghuxiong was like his second father. His father suffered such a terrible misfortune, which made Wu Ling lose his mind.
Yun Pomo fired a shot, and the spiritual power behind him was violently drawn. Yun Pomo's heart sank and rushed forward, trying to avoid the arrow. The spear is horizontal! Keng! A green light shot on the spear. Click!
An unbelievable scene happened again, his magic weapon level unexpectedly broke. The remaining force of this arrow still made his Dantian tremble, and his whole body was petrified almost instantly.
This remaining prestige actually shook his middle-level warrior who was transforming the gods. After luck, he immediately felt as uncomfortable as thousands of ants bite.
At this moment, on the peak of the main line of Huayu Pavilion, a long roar suddenly came, like thunder, and shouted: "Where is Xiaoxiao, here is my Huayu Pavilion Holy Land
This voice was surprisingly Fei Canyun. This voice chanted with a powerful momentum, and it meant swallowing wind and thunder, moving the sun and the moon, falling mountains, and flowing backwards from the sea.
"The middle level of God Transformation?" A terrifying thought flashed in Yun Pomo's mind for an instant, and it quickly turned into a ray of green light, then returned to kill, and no trace was seen in an instant.
Hu Wan and others did not expect such a change. A character like Lian Yun Pomo would change color suddenly, and his expression was full of jealousy.
"Could it be that the arrow just now? Uncle Yun was also injured?" Hu Wan and Tantaimeng had no time to think about it, and they looked at each other, both displayed their magical powers, and rushed down the mountain. That speed, as fast as possible.
As soon as the three leaders of the ghost hall left, the sect masters of the other sects also realized the danger, turned and went down the mountain, and followed Yun Pomo.
They have all sorts of weird thoughts in their minds, and at the same time they feel a kind of inexplicable jealousy.
Most of the sect masters of these ancient sects were in the realm of transformation of the gods, and the cultivation base reached the middle level of the transformation, and only the old monster Yunpomo of the ghost hall and Weng Zihan of the immortal gate. It is precisely because of this that they chose Huayu Pavilion for the first target this time instead of climbing the immortal gate.
However, they didn't expect that after more than ten years, Fei Canyun would have cultivated to the middle level of the god transformation. Na Yun Po Mo had just received a heavy blow from Wu Ling Sancai Feijian, and his body was not smooth. Knowing that he was definitely not Fei Canyun's opponent, he went down the mountain decisively without saying a word. As soon as the great sect masters who followed saw Yun Pomo go down the mountain, they also retreated.
Unwillingness and jealousy kept pouring in their hearts, making them even more full of hatred towards Huayu Pavilion. But when he thought of Linghuxiong being hit by Yun Pomo, there was an inexplicable pleasure. Huayu Pavilion finally paid the price!
Wu Ling lifted Linghuxiong up, tears bursting, and he quickly took out two pills in his hand, and couldn't make a sound of tears: "Uncle. Jiuzhuan back to Yangdan, you quickly take it."
Linghu looked like a gossamer, his face was pale, his mouth opened, and he looked very strenuous, but the corners of his mouth had a hint of calmness. He barely took one pill and shook his head: "If it works, one pill is enough."
Trying to stretch out his hand and wipe it on Wu Ling's cheek, but the palm of his hand is trembling, but he can't help shaking. At this moment, a strong man who is full of energy and perfection can't even stretch his hand!
Wu Ling's heart is cut like a knife.
"Ling'er, don't cry." Although Linghuxiong was struggling, his tone was calm.
"Uncle, the child is incompetent and can't help you."
Linghuxiong shook his head and said, "Ling'er, this has nothing to do with you. The powerhouse in the middle-level transformation is already the pinnacle of the entire continent, and the strength is too strong."
The three pavilion masters gathered one after another, and Fei Canyun arrived at the first time, and he blamed himself in his heart. It turned out that after returning from the grand ceremony, Fei Canyun entered a state of retreat and practice. He did not expect such a big event to happen in his retreat. It also caused Linghuxiong to suffer such a terrible misfortune. Raising his hand to probe Linghuxiong's pulse, and observing for a while, his expression solemnly said: "The dantian was shattered. After taking the Nine-turn Yang Pill, his life should be fine, but the dantian is destroyed, and I am afraid that I am all self-cultivating."
Wu Ling's eyes blushed: "Pavilion Master, is there no other way to save Dantian?"
Fei Canyun glanced at each other with the other two great pavilions, and they all shook their heads, their expressions gloomy.
Fei Canyun waved his hand: "Don't worry, our three major pavilions work together and use the "three talents to one" technique to completely lock your uncle's sea of qi first. Otherwise, the dantian will continue to collapse." Fei Canyun gave it a hand. Wrapped Linghuxiong, he said softly: "Two, follow me."
The other two patrons nodded and followed behind.
Wu Ling followed closely and arrived at the gate of the main hall, and the group of young disciples had already rushed out. However, the master of the Great Pavilion swooped into the main hall with Linghuxiong and shouted: "Don't mess around, and stick to your posts! All the great masters and true disciples of Huayu Pavilion will go to the main hall to protect the law!"
Murongxue rushed forward: "Master, Master!"
Kang Jianan grabbed her: "Sister Murong, Master Linghu is seriously injured, don't interfere with him."
After Wu Ling's battle, as if the whole person was hollowed out, he looked desperately at the direction Linghuxiong entered, and his heart was very painful.
When Jie Yuyan and Feng Buer saw Wu Ling, they all ran up with concern and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with Uncle?"
Wu Ling was the only one who witnessed the fierce battle among all the disciples. But at this time, how could he have the mind to trace the battle that made him unhappy
Holding his head in both hands, sitting on the stone steps of the main hall, with his head on his knees, thinking of the tragic scene just now, thinking of his uncle's powerless appearance, Wu Ling's heart was throbbing. Sobbed softly.
He originally thought that he was a man for two lifetimes, a good man who stood upright and would not flick if he had tears. But at this time, he knew that the man had tears and did not flick it lightly, just because he had not reached the point of sadness. This time, he was in a lot of pain.
He also knew that his uncle was injured. In essence, it had nothing to do with him. The opponent was too strong to even get involved in the two pavilions present.
But after all, in that situation, if Linghuxiong hadn't rushed to help him eagerly, he would definitely not take that blow.
But having said that, if he hadn't appeared in time, Linghuxiong would have been unable to resist the first two encounters.
In any case, Wu Ling witnessed the blow to Linghuxiong, and saw Linghuxiong's trembling arm with his own eyes, and he didn't even have the power to put on his face.
"Uncle, if you retreat and gather with the two pavilions, nothing will happen. You rushed forward, but didn't you want to save the child?" Wu Ling was extremely sad, "The child is incompetent, if the first arrow can kill that How can there be a second shot if the enemy is shot down."
Wu Ling's heart is extremely complicated, and the content of that battle is played back in his mind, except for pain or pain. From time to time, Jie Yuyan's tears were heard in her ears, as well as the sighs and questions of the same door.
Wu Ling's mind was in confusion.
He was gently patted on the shoulder twice: "Junior Brother Wu Ling, cheer up."
Kang Jianan's voice came, full of friendship and concern. Zhao Canyang also walked over and comforted: "Brother Wu Ling, the Great Venerable Ji Ren has his own heavens, and nothing will happen. The three pavilion masters will surely save him, and nothing will happen!" They all came over, uttering comforts one after another.
Wu Ling tried to control the confusion in his mind. He told himself: "No chaos. No chaos!"
Rubbing gently on the knee twice, wiped away the tears. Wu Ling raised his head and held hands with all the doormates who extended their palms. "Thank you brothers for your understanding, Wu Ling will not fall, absolutely not."
After speaking, the steps started, and he ran out of the mountain gate. He wants to retrieve the gluttonous body. This evil beast will ignite his fire of revenge, and will take his fire of revenge to shoot every enemy that comes today! Smash them completely! This is the vow Wu Ling made in his heart!
When other students saw Wu Ling running towards the mountain gate, they were all a little worried and wanted to catch up. But Kang Jianan stopped him: "Don't bother him, let Junior Brother Wuling be alone."
"Brother Kang, did Senior Brother Wuling see the Great Venerable being injured with his own eyes?" Zhao Canyang asked.
Kang Jianan had a complicated expression and slowly nodded: "It should be. Okay, don't worry, Brother Wu Ling is not that fragile, he can definitely survive."
Immediately walked to Murong Xue: "Sister Murong, this is the end of the matter. You still need to cheer up. The Great Venerable has only you as a disciple, and you are still a true disciple. You have to be responsible!"
"Yes, Uncle Tan will definitely be fine."
Feng Feiwu's face was pale, and he said bitterly, "But I don't know what the enemy is? Is it really a combination of the two ways of the devil?"
Kang Jianan waved his hand: "We don't have to guess these things. When the three major pavilions come out, we will naturally know."
After a while, everyone looked out and saw Wu Ling slowly walking back. The demeanor and footsteps are much brighter than before.
But the whole Huayu Pavilion was rumbling. All the great masters and true disciples guarded the Fa around the main hall. This protection is three days and three nights.
The door of the secret room was finally opened. Fei Canyun and the three major pavilions came out one after another, looking tired and full of tiredness, but the expression was still very solemn, making people unable to see the result!
All the true disciples gathered around and asked again and again. The main pavilion master Fei Canyun waved his hand: "All go to the hall to gather."
All the disciples rushed to the main hall, and the three pavilion masters came together. Wu Ling put his hands in his sleeves and gently clenched his fists, a heart almost popped out of his throat.
"Uncle, you have to hold on. As long as you hold on, even if it's a sea of swords and a sea of flames, the child will definitely find a way to heal you!" Wu Ling muttered silently in his heart. The ancient mica and son connected the heart, but at this moment, Wu Ling realized what is meant by father and son connecting heart. Murongxue couldn't help taking two steps forward, but was gently pulled by the doormate behind him.
There was a trace of fatigue in the expression of the great pavilion master, and he softened his throat and announced: "Don't worry, Lord Linghu, your life is safe."
Hearing this news, everyone's burden was put down in half. At this moment, in the entire hall, there was no strange sound, nor any strange thoughts. There are only disciples of Huayu Pavilion, and only fellowship of Huayu Pavilion. All the disciples were praying for Linghuxiong and worried for Linghuxiong. Go to hell in the portal dispute!
At this moment, there are only the three words Hua Yu Ge, rippling in the heart of every disciple. In each of them, there was a wave of anger, a wave of anger!
In order to protect the mountain gate, Linghuxiong fought on the front line. Unfortunately, he was seriously injured, and he was justified. He should be blessed by all the disciples of Huayu Pavilion. Even if he is usually harsh, even if his character is unreasonably paranoid. But at this moment, he is the Great Venerable of the Huayu Pavilion, a warrior who fought for the Huayu Pavilion!
Fei Canyun said in a low voice: "Don't worry about everyone. The Great Venerable Linghu has already stated that personal life and death are all destined for good fortune, and personal luck, so you don't need to be overly sad about it."
Despite this enlightenment, these disciples still feel a little heavy. They are all smart people, and naturally know that this is to unlock them.
Those disciples who had some small opinions about Linghuxiong before, upon hearing this, couldn’t help being impressed by Linghuxiong’s magnanimity and heart. When this was a disaster, he could have such a state of mind and calm his younger disciples. Senior master.
"Okay, everyone has to go away. Since the pavilion owner has left the customs, he will naturally take over the size of the Huayu Pavilion." Fei Canyun said again, "There is one thing that must be remembered. Everyone should not ask who the opponent is. , Let alone the thought of revenge. We will not forget hatred, but I don’t want you to be driven by hatred to do something irrational, even moths throwing fire! Remember, this hatred, self There will be a day of liquidation, but it is definitely not now!"
The eye circles of all the disciples were red, and some disciples were already sobbing softly, all clenching their fists tightly. They do have a lot of anger and hatred.
However, they also knew that being able to beat the Great Venerable Linghu into a severely injured opponent was indeed not something they could handle. It is obviously too early for them to talk about revenge at this moment!
"All true disciples and venerable disciples stay, and all other disciples are disbanded. The daily training courses remain unchanged, and the three pavilion master Wu Xingyang supervises.
After the other disciples were disbanded, Fei Canyun said to Wu Ling and the others: "You follow the pavilion master."
A few great true biography, and seven venerables, followed Fei Canyun to a secret room.
Murongxue couldn't help asking, "Master, how is my master now? I want to see him."
"At this moment, we have performed the'three talents into one' technique, and his whole body's Qi has been sealed. Although he can talk, he needs to temporarily recover his body functions, so don't disturb him for the time being. As soon as you leave, it is inevitable that you will be sad, which will trigger his mood swings, and it will definitely not do any good to the current situation. "
Wu Ling was moved in his heart, as if thinking of something, he asked doubtfully: "Great Pavilion Master, are you bringing us people together, is there something you want to announce?"