Peerless Insect Deity

The more painful it was, the clearer his brain became. The young man clearly saw a vague figure wrapped in the flaming meteor, which surprised him.

The white-haired old man sitting on top of the strange bird was also slightly startled. He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen a lot of meteorites, but this was the first time he saw a human figure inside a meteorite.

"It seems like someone really fell down..."

The young man asked curiously and excitedly.

"Grandpa, shall we go and take a look?"

The white-haired old man shook his head repeatedly.

"Not only can't we watch, we have to stay away immediately, otherwise it will be a big disaster!"

The young man was very puzzled.

"For this man to fall into the swamp in such a mess, he must have been seriously injured, and his cultivation level is not weak. If we can save his life, it might be a chance."

The white-haired old man turned even paler with fear.

"The struggle of strong men of this level is not something that ants like us can get involved in. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. My child, listen to grandpa's advice, don't think too much about the world of immortality!"

The young man thought for a moment and finally gritted his teeth.

"Grandpa, I want to bet that the Divine Tree Sect is pressing harder and harder. We will not have a good life in the future. Even if we hand over three Yuan Stones, we will still be punished by the masters and fairies of the Divine Tree Sect in this life. They will always be oppressed. If they have blood in the future, they will never be free and will be enslaved by the Shenshu Sect!"

"Many books say that opportunity must be accompanied by danger."

"Grandpa, I will leave my sister to you to take care of her!"

With that said, the young man was about to fly into the sky and rush towards the direction of the falling meteor. At this moment, the white-haired old man grabbed the young man's feet.

"You brat, grandpa has no future in this life. What you said makes sense. Let me, an old guy, go take a look. You take a good look at the goods. If grandpa doesn't come back, you just leave. Do you hear me clearly?"

The young man gritted his teeth and nodded repeatedly.

As he spoke, the white-haired old man swallowed a pill that restored his mana, and rose into the sky with the Thunder Spirit Pearl in his hand. After flying several thousand feet, he condensed his mana shield and submerged himself into the purple-black poisonous miasma.

The young man gritted his teeth, stared at the direction where his grandfather disappeared, and kept praying.

"Blessed by the sacred tree, blessed by the ancestors... Grandpa will definitely return safely."

After about hundreds of breaths, the purple-black miasma rolled, and a ray of light flew out, it was the white-haired old man.

The young man was overjoyed.

They saw the white-haired old man holding a broken monk's robe with one hand and a long-haired male monk who was covered in blood flying over. After a moment, the white-haired old man placed the long-haired male monk on top of the strange bird's head and let out a long sigh.

"The bones all over his body are shattered, the meridians are broken, and the aura of his soul is extremely weak. Even if he was a strong man in the past, he may be unable to save himself now. His soul may dissipate at any time, and his vitality may be completely cut off at any time."

The young man quickly took out a lot of healing medicine, and stuffed several pills into the monk's mouth, regardless of whether it was useful or not, and then sprinkled the medicine powder all over his body.

The monk was still confused and seemed to be mumbling something repeatedly.

The young man leaned over and listened carefully.

"The world? Envoy? Senior sister? What on earth is this person talking about..."

The white-haired old man shook his head helplessly.

"I don't know, who cares? Whether he can live next depends on his own destiny. I think our grandfather and grandson are working in vain. There should be no chance."

"Look at him being so seriously injured, even his Taoist robes are in tatters, and not a single magic weapon is left... Even if he survives, he will be a useless person."

The young man was also a little disappointed.

"Anyway, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I heard that there is a powerful religion called Buddhism that preaches that good deeds are rewarded, so we should consider it a good deed."

In this way, the two-winged strange bird carried the seriously injured male monk who was on the verge of death, walking through the big banyan trees in the poisonous fog swamp.

During this period, the two-winged strange bird encountered several more attacks from the swamp rot monsters. Fortunately, the scale was not as large as the previous swamp bat swarm, and the white-haired old man and the young man could easily resist it.

Half a month has passed.

In the early morning, the sun rose and mist filled the swamp.

The white-haired old man checked the unconscious monk's pulse, with a look of surprise on his face.

"This man is really blessed. His vitality is getting stronger and stronger. Now he is simply terrifyingly strong. If his soul hadn't been too weak, he would have woken up long ago."

The young man grinned and gave the unconscious man a sip of water from the water bag.

"You see, the injuries on his body have actually recovered to some extent. Such recovery ability shows that before he was injured, he was at least a monk in the Dan Formation stage. Yes, and he was an individual cultivator. I just don't know what he was talking about. It seems like the obsession is very deep.”

Ahem!

Suddenly, there was a violent cough. The unconscious monk suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying murderous intention burst out!

Both the white-haired old man and the young man were startled and took a few steps back.

The white-haired old man said quickly.

"Senior, don't get excited. We don't have any ill intentions. We are saving you. This is my grandson. He is your savior!"

The young man was also trembling with fear.

"It's like this. You fell into the swamp before. If we hadn't taken action, you would have been eaten by the rotting monsters of the swamp until there was no bones left."

The male monk in tattered robes slowly sat up, his brows furrowed into the character "chuan", he raised his head and glanced at the sky, then glanced around, and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is this place? Which level of the spiritual world is it?"

The white-haired old man hurriedly said: "Reporting to the senior, this is the Sea of ​​Decay controlled by the Divine Tree Sect. As for which level it is... our magic power level is low, I really don't know."

The monk in tattered robes seemed to remember something, and his teeth were clattering.

"No matter who it is, he must pay the price!"

As he said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and tears flashed.

After a while, the monk in tattered robes opened his eyes, and the terrifying murderous intent disappeared. He forced a smile to the white-haired old man and the young man.

"Thank you for saving me. Ye will definitely repay you with all his strength in the future."

The atmosphere eased, and the white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief and also forced a smile.

"I'm glad that you're okay, I'm glad that you're okay."

The young man also breathed a sigh of relief, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he had never felt such a terrifying murderous intent.

"Well, Senior Ye, you should be less angry now. Your wound has broken again. If you have a big grudge, you can think about it after your cultivation has recovered a little."

Because he was tense and furious just now, his tattered Taoist robe was dyed bright red again, and he completely turned into a bloody man.

The cultivator surnamed Ye nodded heavily, and his breath became extremely weak again.

"I will trouble you two to take care of me next."

The white-haired old man waved his hands hurriedly.

"No trouble, no trouble, being able to take care of you is a blessing for us to cultivate for eight lifetimes."

From the terrifying murderous intent just now, it can be concluded that this cultivator surnamed Ye must have been at a very high level before he was injured, and he might even have reached the Nascent Soul stage.

And this cultivator surnamed Ye is the ascender from the Wan Guo Continent, Ye Lin!