Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

It is not so easy to turn back. There are too many monsters in front of him, and he has to climb over the dense sea of ​​corpses and blood to get past.

On the other hand, because there is a towering soil wall blocking it, it is much cleaner and fresher. After thinking about it for a while, Ren Ren had to continue running towards the back mountain.

I don't know how long I have walked, but all the way is the corpse of monsters, they all died suddenly, although the expression after death has returned to peace, but quantitative changes can cause qualitative changes.

When people walk in it, there is an illusion that they are not in the human world. It was still noon at this time, the sky was already very dark, and the surroundings were dark and foggy, as if it needed lighting.

Fortunately, there were no beasts to disturb him on this road. Anyone who walked very fast and worked hard in one breath, he climbed a mountain and ran to the previous trial site, a huge and spacious cave.

There were originally guard disciples, but none of them were there at this time. From time to time, blood stains could be seen on the ground, as if they were taken away by a wild beast.

As soon as Ren Zhan entered, the hair on his shoulder seemed to suddenly scream with an "ah", but it was Ren Zhan that pulled his wound.

"Uncle, you are all right! Thank God!" Ren Ren sighed and quickly put the person down.

"Boy, how did I escape, old man?"

Mao seemed to be touching his chest, looked around and continued to ask, "Where's that girl doll? Where is the little fellow Daoist?"

Thinking that he was almost pierced by someone's heart and liver, Mao seemed to have lingering fears.

"Master, what kind of girl, when I woke up, you were the only one standing there foolishly. I used all my strength to carry you to this cave. I was exhausted."

Regarding the existence of Lan Ling, he decided to play stupid and didn't want to expose the existence of her and the kit.

It was really tiring to travel this time, especially with two hundred kilograms of human flesh on his shoulders. If it wasn’t for the strength of his legs that he had exercised for a few days in the physique, he might still be struggling on the road at the moment. Not so fast.

Mao seemed to frown and took out an elixir into his mouth, and then continued in distress: "I clearly remember that the sword almost killed me, and then I heard your kid yell, and blink again, actually It's here."

"It's so strange, boy, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Mao didn't seem to pinch himself, because the pain in his heart was always there. Even if he took the top-notch healing medicine, the wound would not heal.

I don't know if the weapon that hurt him is the legendary treasure. In the legend, only such a weapon can make people in the realm of the gods injured and cannot heal for life, unless there is a god-level medicine pill.

However, in Lingyin Continent, no one has ever seen divine treasures, and even immortal treasures are legendary rare goods. He also accidentally got one in the ruins of the God King, otherwise, what he usually uses is nothing but a weapon like Lingbao.

As for medicinal pills, it is an unattainable existence. Don't look at the people in Medicine King Valley, who are obsessed with refining medicinal pills all day long. In fact, their medicinal effects are slightly more effective than ordinary secular medicines.

For this wound on his body, it has no effect at all.

"Hey... In the past few months, life has been really hard. I'm afraid that I have encountered a bad spirit, and everything is not going well!"

Mao shook his head and found a place to sit down. He didn't do anything, so he couldn't get tired, and the blood from the wound kept dripping on the ground.

Anyone who is a little guilty, don't open his face, he is the one who has really encountered a bad spirit. He has been in trouble every day since he was a child. He vomited a lot of blood just now, and he has never been comfortable.

What can he say?

Mao's wound looked extremely ferocious, and Ren Yi pulled his inner shirt and wrapped it up for him.

The blood soon seeped out, soaking the fabric, and even God couldn't bear it if it went on like this.

Looking at the gray hair on his face, Ren Yi couldn't help but run to a corner and whispered to Lan Ling.

"Lingling, are you alright?"

"Lingling..."

He called for a long time, but there was still no response from Lan Ling, so he had to stomp, and the figure flashed into the world of kits.

At this time, Lan Ling was already awake, but lay quietly in the coffin, motionless.

Ren Yi asked a little uneasy: "Lingling, are you alright?"

Lan Ling let out a long sigh, "I'm afraid I can't do it anymore. The physical injury has dragged on for too long... I can't hold it back anymore!"

Ren Yi hurriedly grabbed her cold hand and said with a trembling voice: "No, Lingling, you can get better. I'm sorry, I blame my incompetence for dragging you down. If it weren't for me, you would be fine too. Not just now..."

He was really annoyed, why was he in a coma at that time? Why would he encounter such a ferocious monster as Warcraft? If he stayed in Taiyi Sect properly, wouldn't there be so many twists and turns, and Lan Ling's aura wouldn't be consumed so quickly.

The two were in the bag, unaware of the changes in the outside world, but Mao seemed to be leaning on a stone wall to recover from his injuries, and when he was about to die, suddenly, two black figures came in from the entrance of the cave.

"Huh? There is actually a survivor, strange!"

It was a young voice, with a hoarseness, as if swallowing coals and getting burned. He was limping when he walked, but he had some long and short legs, and he stepped forward and kicked Mao to look like he was kicking.

Mao only rolled his eyelids, looked at him, said nothing, and closed his eyes drowsily.

"Well! Anyway, you have to die sooner or later, don't worry about it! Let's think about how those monsters died!"

The other person's voice was a little old, and even had a shrill sound of a broken horn, which made the eardrums hurt.

They were the deaf-mute hunchbacked old man and Qian Yiwei, but they didn't know what they were here for.

In just a few days, that Qian Yiwei was somewhat similar to the deaf-mute hunchback old man. The cultivation technique of the Silkworm Sect is indeed cruel enough, and in a very short period of time, a master of the Sea Spirit rank can be created.

However, compared to the deaf-mute hunchbacked old man's Spirit Transformation rank, it is still a little bit worse, probably the last point of life... no disability.

The two walked towards the depths of the cave (...), and when either came out of the bag, they missed it perfectly. Otherwise, they might just be picked up by the two of them.

What he was holding in his hand was naturally the holy-level medicine pill he had obtained from Lan Ling. Pulling off the bandage and crushing it with your hands, it just sprinkled it on the wound.

The power of the holy medicine is really no trivial matter. Ren Yi's eyes are fixed on the wound, but in just a few breaths, it has already gathered a lot, and the speed is astounding.

This kind of holy product, Lan Ling is useless to eat, and he doesn't know what level of injury medicine is needed to heal Lan Ling, any one sighs a little melancholy, he can't do anything!