Counterattack Xiaoxian

Fu Guang flashed again, this time it was a stream of water arrows, almost regardless of you and me, covering a range of 100 meters, lasting for more than ten seconds, both sides fell to the ground, and both sides were injured.

Master Sang's Green God Armor had completely disintegrated, his body was stained with blood, and the two sweat dragons also had their limbs and tails broken off. It was extremely tragic.

Master Sang stood up unsteadily and said: "I have two greatest wishes in this life. One is to find the person who caused the poison, and the other is to restore the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers to its original state. However, both of them are extremely difficult."

"Until one day, someone came to me and asked me to do something for him on the condition of an ancient fairy grass "Mu Xing" that can save the Kingdom of Hundreds of Flowers. Do you know what it is?"

Ji Lingchu hated his powerlessness and choked up: "I don't know. Teacher, please leave quickly. You can't fight two beasts."

Although the pair of sweat dragons were seriously injured, their wounds grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You know, I have already done what I helped that man do, and I did it very well, which is to draw the formation map of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Gods and Demons Formation of the Youwu Clan."

"And I also found the weak point of this formation, which is in the Red Spider Department. Why do you think the shamans were defeated and how did these killing beasts come about? I have a share of the credit."

Ji Lingchu punched the mask and shouted: "Teacher, stop talking... stop talking, please stop talking, just run away by yourself!"

His heart was extremely painful. A long-held guess finally came to light, but it shattered him into pieces.

Because he had doubts about Master Sang. When he was in Biluotian, he once said that the masked man smelled of "Pan Yue" seeds, so he determined that the other person was Guanshi Jia.

In fact, he also smelled another smell, that is, the special fragrance of ice-gold flower.

When he returned to his old house, he found that the ice-gold flower was missing. At that time, he thought that Guanshi Jia and Master Sang must have contact.

This matter once puzzled him, but things happened after that, so he didn't delve into it further.

Now that Master Sang said it himself, his heart dropped.

Although he didn't know what the connection was between the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths God and Demon Array and the beast-killing tide, it was obvious that the Red Spider Tribe was being plotted.

The Aba camp must have been defeated, and the purpose of the schemer was achieved. Think about how innocent those soldiers and shamans who died tragically were!

Master Sang seemed a little unable to hold on, and said with a sad smile: "I am so happy when I finally have hope to realize my lifelong wish. They are right, I am indeed a genius, a genius who came out of the Kingdom of Hundreds of Flowers."

Thinking of the fresh faces dying in front of him and the missing saint, Ji Lingchu suddenly became excited and said angrily: "Then why did you come back? Isn't it good to leave with hope? This place has been ruined , it won’t help if you come back, can’t you just treat everything as destined?”

"I can think that everything is destined, but you are still young, and there is him and her." Master Sang pointed at the three people in the mask and said: "I don't regret the path I have taken, but I understand. One thing is not a substitute for another.”

"That's it! This jade bottle contains the fairy grass Mu Xing. If you can survive, go to the Sang Family Ancestral Hall in the Hundred Flowers Country to worship for me, and throw the fairy grass into the Pao Chun Spring behind the temple."

The old man threw an object in front of the light shield, turned around and looked at the crazy attack of the sweat dragon, and said: "You watch, I will teach you the Seven-Character Technique for the last time. The moment you master all the sword techniques, you will have learned the spirit-pointing technique. time."

Before he finished speaking, the other person had already rushed over, and the golden needle in his hand stabbed out seven or forty-nine needles at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye, seeming to connect all the previous stitches into one piece.

The next moment, his chest was ripped out, but a breeze blew, and two extremely ferocious beasts, a male and a female, were locked by endless spiritual light. Their bodies got closer and closer until the skin and scales touched each other before they stopped touching, and then touched flesh and blood. They wailed and screamed, but they still didn't stop... In the end, they were like two candles twisting together and never being separated again.

Master Sang still stood, maintaining his inherent smile.

Ji Lingchu was heartbroken inside the mask, and punched one after another...but the quality of the mask was so good that his fists were shattered to pieces.

What he was thinking about was the days he spent with the old man. Every bit of his teachings and care was still vivid in his mind.

Without him, he might have died long ago. Do I have the right to hate this man?

He has no answer.

Master Sang's life was exhausted, and he seemed to be back to the witty old man in the old house. He moved his lips with difficulty: "Silly boy, in the back basket, I put some medicine for you. Don't be reluctant to use it."

Ji Lingchu opened his mouth and hesitated, but there was a loud noise on the ground, and thousands of horses galloped in the distance. It was a group of tens of thousands of unicorns, and they quickly rushed to the front.

The speed of these unicorns reached the limit and they could not stop at all. All obstacles in front of the road were destroyed by their threaded unicorns.

The light shield blocking the road was hit by a storm, and the mysterious light was like a candle in the wind, with uncertain brightness and darkness.

Above the heads of this group of unicorns, ten thousand meters in the air, a magnificent bird surrounded by purple lightning was soaring. From time to time, a bolt of lightning would fall, and a bunch of unicorns would be blown over.

The two strangely shaped giant centipedes on the ground did not escape its sharp eyes, which suddenly showed a look of disgust, and a barrel-thick purple lightning shot down. The pair of sweat dragons and Master Sang were blown up into flying smoke.

Ji Lingchu's eyes turned red and he shouted "teacher", but he was helpless and his sight was immediately blocked by countless figures.

In fact, what he should worry about more is himself, because the spiritual power of the mask is about to be exhausted at this moment, the color is gradually fading, and it may not last long. Once the mask is gone, the three of them will have difficulty escaping and ascending to heaven.

Ji Lingchu also discovered this problem and became horrified and thought of a way to deal with it...

After a hundred breaths, the light shield shattered with a "pop" like morning dew, and he immediately punched out.

The green spiritual power hit the sea with stones at the same time, stirring up a small wave. He took the opportunity to grab the jade bottle on the ground in his hand.

The horses collided into a ball, roaring, and several horses were thrown several feet away. More unicorns fell down and were trampled until their bones and flesh were broken. However, the waves recovered instantly and were still running toward him.

"It doesn't matter, just die!"

It was the first time that Ji Lingchu could see so clearly. He shouted loudly and punched out with both fists, one punch after another. The dazzling spiritual light kept flashing, causing the sea surface to boil and forming a huge collapsed vortex...

There were still waves of horse hooves on both sides of him, and their manes were flying. It was a magnificent scene, but he felt that he was getting closer and closer to death, and the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted.