City Raptors Crossing the River

Chapter 93 Guardian Longbow

"This is..." the honest monk asked.

"It's the elixir that Brother Meng gave Xian'er, and it's said to be used to extract the body." Feng Han said.

The honest monk looked at the huge wooden barrel, and then at Wang Meng.

His eyes suddenly became very strange.

It is still such a big bucket to extract other spiritual liquid, this...

The honest monk felt that his previous understanding of the body essence liquid was wrong.

In his cognition, the unit of measurement of the body extract has always been drops.

Now in such a big mountain, someone actually uses a bucket to measure it, and it is still used to take a bath?

Maybe one day, when you see that the gold that is usually sold by gram is used as bricks for building walls, it may be the mood of the honest monk at the moment.

"The quantity of this spiritual liquid is sufficient, but it has been exposed to the air for too long, and a lot of spiritual energy has been lost..." The honest monk felt a little regretful.

Before the honest monk finished speaking, Wang Meng said:

"Feng Han, you pour out this bucket of water, and I will put another bucket of body essence liquid for you."

Feng Han let out an oh, and directly hugged the barrel and poured out all the spirit liquid inside.

"You..." The honest monk was a little anxious, and said:
"I just said that the aura of the spiritual liquid has dissipated, and I didn't say that it can't be used. You...you just poured it out like this???"

When the honest monk spoke, his voice rose several times, which was really inconsistent with his image of a master.

Perhaps, the honest monk was only about to call Wang Meng and Wang Meng a prodigal son.

Seeing it, Wang Meng just smiled lightly, then picked up the gourd on his waist and started pouring the spiritual liquid into the barrel.

A moment later, a large wooden barrel was filled with more than half of the spirit liquid.

Everyone just stood by the barrel and felt refreshed.

"You...your gourd..." The honest monk looked at the gourd in Wang Meng's hand, and even spoke a little knotted.

Wang Meng imitated Xian'er's tone, and said lightly:
"Oh, this gourd is a gift from a friend. It can also be used to decorate drinks. It's not very useful."

"You..." The honest monk's old face flushed red.

At this moment, the meditation skills he had practiced for many years no longer had any effect.

I almost couldn't catch my breath, and passed out directly.

The honest monk's mood at this time is completely understandable to Wang Meng, and it was the same when he heard Xian'er say this at the beginning.

"Master, I think you should stop feeling emotional, it's important to do business." Wang Meng reminded.

The honest monk looked away from the gourd in Wang Meng's hand with great reluctance. He didn't know whether he was thinking about the gourd or the spiritual liquid in the gourd.

Or maybe both.

"Since you have such good spiritual liquid, let Miss Zuo and this medicinal hoe be soaked in the spiritual liquid separately." The honest monk said.

Feng Han nodded, and found a smaller wooden basin, filled it with spiritual liquid.

The honest monk stepped forward and threw the small medicine hoe in his hand directly into the wooden basin.

In an instant, the spiritual liquid in the tub began to boil, and everyone could even hear countless screams.

"Quickly, carry Miss Zuo into the barrel too." The honest monk shouted loudly.

Zuo Qiongxin struggled too hard just now, Feng Han had no choice but to slash her with a knife and knock her unconscious.

It was only now, when the honest monk put the medicine hoe into the spiritual fluid, that Zuo Qiongxin suddenly woke up.

At this moment, her eyes were full of panic, like a wounded rabbit.

"Let go of me...Han...you let me go..."

Every time he shouted, Feng Han felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

"Don't be distracted, quickly hug her into the spiritual liquid." The honest monk reminded again.

Feng Han no longer hesitated, picked up Zuo Qiongxin and walked towards the barrel.

Zuo Qiongxin kept struggling in Feng Han's arms, and her hands grabbed Feng Han's face, leaving traces of blood.

Feng Han didn't realize it, he looked at Zuo Qiongxin with tenderness and intolerance.

Finally, he put Zuo Qiongxin into the barrel.

"Let me go... I will never let you go... I will curse you forever..." Zuo Qiongxin's face was distorted at this moment, and there was no trace of tenderness from before.

Her voice also changed, becoming extremely high-pitched and hoarse, like an old woman's.

"Not good, the spiritual liquid in the medicine hoe is decreasing rapidly, add spiritual liquid to it!" the honest monk shouted.

Wang Meng picked up the gourd and filled the tub instantly.

There are wisps of faint black air above the wooden basins and wooden barrels.

The black energy sometimes turned into a ferocious monster, and sometimes turned into the appearance of countless human faces.

The only thing that was the same was that the shrill shouting never stopped.

Feng Han was sure that such a shrill cry never existed in this world.

Even if he always thought he was a cold-blooded killer.

But hearing such a shrill cry, he couldn't help beating a drum in his heart.

He seemed to see a boundless sea of ​​blood in front of him.

There are countless corpses floating in the sea of ​​blood.

It was no longer the human world, but Shura Hell.

"Ah..." Feng Han could no longer control the depression in his heart and let out a roar.

Wang Meng was also not relaxed at this time, he also saw the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Just when the clarity of his Lingtai was about to be lost, suddenly a gentle hand rested on his shoulder.

That hand was as white as jade. Apart from Xian'er, it was probably difficult to find such perfect hands in the world.

"Are you okay!" Xian'er asked.

Her voice seemed to have a magical power, which made Wang Meng's nerves on the verge of collapse regain a sense of clarity.

In an instant, Wang Meng broke out in a cold sweat, and became much more awake.

"Hurry up and add the spiritual liquid." Xian'er said.

When Wang Meng came back to his senses, he realized that it was either the wooden basin where the small medicine hoe was placed, or the wooden barrel where Zuo Qiongxin was.

There is a lot less spiritual liquid inside now. If we don't add spiritual liquid into it, I'm afraid it will fall short.

But the honest monk now looks at his nose with his eyes and his mind with his nose, just like an old monk who has entered concentration.

Or to put it bluntly, he was like a corpse with no signs of life.

The old monk really saw that the situation was not good, so he used his good Nirvana technique again.

Wang Meng was a little speechless, and picked up the gourd to add the spiritual liquid.

This seems to be a tug-of-war, a tug-of-war between black air and spiritual liquid.

Fortunately, Wang Meng's gourd can hold enough spiritual liquid.

Gradually, the spiritual fluid in the tubs and barrels no longer boiled so violently.

It seems that the black air has eased a little.

"Is it going to win?" Wang Meng said to himself.

Suddenly Xian'er frowned, and the dark green simple long bow appeared in his hand again.

Xian'er soared into the sky, like a fairy in the sky.

Man in the air, pulling the bowstring.

A long arrow transformed from the aura of heaven and earth roared and sank into the void.

Then there was a miserable scream.

"It's actually...it's the Guardian Longbow..."

In the void, a gloomy voice came.

(End of this chapter)