The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Xue Meng was about to choke on a mouthful of blood, but Mo Ran didn't have so much time to spare. When he heard this sentence, he turned back to the corpses and blocked the first line of defense.

Chu Wanning had been helping Nangong Si debug the bracket machine that was obviously tampered with. At this time, he saw Mo Ran fighting hard in front, and immediately flew to the gate of the palace, and said sharply: "Mo Ran, come back!"

"Master..."

Chu Wanning cut down a golden enchantment, and the enchantment lighted up, and suddenly pushed the corpses away a few feet, and then he placed three guardian enchantments in the three places, the long steps, the front of the hall, and the gap between the stone gates, Then he dragged the ink back.

"You stop first."

Mo Ran said anxiously: "The enchantment of the master in Jiaoshan can't last too long! Why is it necessary, master!"

Chu Wanning's eyes were like blue frost and purple lightning. He gritted his teeth, pushed Mo Ran hard, and pushed him back into the hall: "You are injured all over and go to die, go back to meditate! Shi Mingjing!"

"Master, I am here."

Chu Wanning volleyed a little bit of ink burning: "Heal him."

Shi Mo nodded: "Yes, Master."

Mo Ran held down the hand that Shi Mo stretched out, and said to Chu Wanning who had turned his back: "It's just a skin trauma, Master, your enchantment here is at most enough to support a stick of incense. It will also consume a lot of your spiritual power, you..."

Chu Wanning didn't look back, and stood in the sky: "Then I will hold on to this incense stick."

Mo Ran wanted to talk again, but was held back by Shi Mo, Shi Mo's cool hand touched his skin, rolled up his sleeves for him, and began to cast spells to heal his wounds, Mo Ran looked into his eyes, and he silently Mo Ran shook his head, then lowered his eyes, focusing on his spell.

Chu Wanning said: "Xue Meng."

"Yes, Master."

"I can't hold on anymore, so you go up. Don't hold on, if you feel a little powerless, go up to the Lord."

Xue Zhengyi hurriedly said: "Okay, it will be better to take turns."

Chu Wanning continuously sent his spiritual power to the third-layer enchantment, and said: "There is one more thing to trouble the Lord."

"You said."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and said: "Ask the group of waste hiding behind, except those who are not good at hand-to-hand combat in the Snow Palace and Gu Yueye, let them come if they can fight!"

"...What if they don't come?"

Chu Wanning said: "Then break the gate of the palace and sit on the ground waiting to die. You see they can't get over it."

Xue Zhengyong passed by, and Nangong Si was staring at the half of the lock in his hand with a gloomy face, not knowing what to do, and why the prohibition under the first head was suddenly broken.

Logically speaking, as long as Nangong Changying gave the order, no one would be able to change the spirit of the evil flood dragon. How could it be like this all of a sudden...

Xue Zhengyi asked those who could deal with it to go ahead, and Ye Wangxi said, "I'll do it."

Nangong Si immediately came back to his senses, and he held her back: "You are a girl, how can you—"

Ye Wangxi stared at the submissive group in Jiangdong Hall, talked about his disciples from left to right, and said coldly: "Even if there are only two people in the Confucian School, they are not people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

Those middle-aged female cultivators who had ridiculed her for being a daughter who was still in her early years were silent at this moment, and all turned their eyes to other places, not looking at Ye Wangxi's face.

Just like that, Xue Zhengyi gathered some people and was stunned for a moment: "Hanxue? Why are you... no, no, no, you are not good at this kind of thing, you go back."

Mei Hanxue seemed clear and cold today, and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I know what's in my heart, and I won't play tricks."

Xue Zhengyi looked at the owner of the Taxue Palace, seeing that the owner had no objection, he had no choice but to let Mei Hanxue also join this group of people.

Jiang Xi frowned and said, "Just keep resisting like this? It would be better to keep some people who are suitable for hand-to-hand combat and send them to the apse to see the situation."

Xue Zhengyong said: "First deal with it for a while, see if we can repair the Kuoji, it is the best policy to go together, if it can't be repaired, then we can only divide into two groups, one group to resist, and one group to go to the apse to check the situation. "

Jiang Xi said: "...That's fine. But who can repair the machine?"

At this time, one hand was raised tremblingly, and the owner of Ma Yun Village, who was scolded by Jiang Xi just now as if he was shrinking his head, poked his head out and said weakly: "Well, the technical work of this agency, I, I I think I can still give it a try.”

Jiang Xi was both angry and funny: "Then why don't you go soon?"

Ma Yun took Nangong Si and stumbled away.Xue Zhengyi also led the team to leave.

Jiang Xi turned her head, looked around and fell into deep thought at the hall that had been divided into two and turned into Purgatory and Nine Heavens.

His eyes swept over those Zhenlong chess pieces who were still joking, chatting, or being tortured on the other side, and finally his eyes fell on Nangong Liu who had been squatting beside a basket of oranges.

He felt strange.

Why didn't Nangong Liu, and other pawns in this hall, run wild like the corpses outside and get up to kill people?

If Xu Shuanglin controls these Zhenlong chess in the palace at this moment and starts to attack, they are destined to be stretched and fall into internal and external difficulties.

Why doesn't he do it?

Don't want to do it?

Or...can't do it?

Jiang Xi was surprised, but Mo Ran was not surprised at all.

He could clearly perceive that the Zhenlong Bureau in the palace had completely preserved the temper, obsession, and even some memories of these puppets during their lifetime, which was completely different from the group of corpses controlled by the "Common Heart Formation" outside. An inappropriate analogy, the zombies outside are marionettes, but those inside are all living dead with independent temperaments.

There was obviously only one reason why Xu Shuanglin didn't manipulate these living dead—his spiritual power had reached its limit.

"Grandmaster Chu, help me!"

Suddenly a weak call came from the bottom of the stone steps, Chu Wanning raised his eyes and saw Hua Binan led a dozen monks, who were breaking through the stone steps with great difficulty.

They were bitten by a poisonous snake before, and they were resting on the spot. They didn't expect to encounter the second rampage of the corpses, and half of the twenty or so monks were wiped out in an instant. At this moment, those who struggled to fight to this point were all seriously injured.Chu Wanning immediately raised his hand, and then cast another layer of enchantment, protecting them under the cage, and then threw it out after Hou Tianwen, repelling the zombies who were fighting around them.

"come over!"

Chu Wanning reached out to Hua Binan.

But Mo Ran suddenly became alert, and he didn't care about the half of the teacher's medicine, so he immediately stood up and stopped: "Master, be careful!"

But Hua Binan was not unusual, he tremblingly held Chu Wanning's outstretched hand, and was dragged by Chu Wanning into a stronger protective barrier behind him, Chu Wanning turned back and said: "Come and help! "

These surviving people were pulled back one by one and carried into the main hall. They were all moaning and panting, their faces were covered with blood, and their expressions were extremely painful and ferocious.

Jiang Xi led Gu Yueye's disciples forward, and he bowed down in front of Hua Binan, showing a rare look of anxiety: "Why are you hurt so badly..."

"I'm still fine. Your lord should go and see the others first." Hua Binan leaned on the beam. His hat and veil had been torn, and his robe was stained with blood. Jiang Xi wanted to give it to him. He took the pulse, but he raised his hand to stop him, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury, but it's the young disciple of the Lord... Cough cough, he, he was injured too badly, the Lord, go and heal him quickly, don't worry about me... ..."

The injuries of this group of people were very serious, and some people even had their entire legs broken. Compared with them, Hua Binan, who can still speak fully, is indeed light.

Jiang Xi cursed in a low voice, looked at Hua Binan again, and turned back to help other people heal their injuries.

Trembling, Hua Binan fumbled out a bottle of hemostatic powder from his Qiankun bag, and was about to sprinkle it on his wound, when suddenly he took the porcelain bottle in his hand with one hand, Mo Ran said, "I'll help you."

"...No need."

Mo Ran's eyes were deep and deep, looking at him: "It's just a powder, it's easy to do."

Hua Binan grabbed the porcelain bottle and said in a low voice, "I'm not used to being touched by others. What's more, you're not a healing monk at all. Add to the confusion."

"Then let me help you."

"Teacher?" Mo Ran turned his head and saw that Shi Mo had put down the medical bag with his hands and feet. When Hua Binan saw the medical bag, he curled his lips, stopped talking, and did not resist.

Shi Mei spread out the silver needle cloth bag and said in a low voice: "Senior Sacred Hand, junior may be incompetent, please forgive me first."

Hua Binan: "..."

He was seriously injured, and it was useless to directly use the magic spell to stop the bleeding. It had to be blocked with spiritual needles first, only to see the cold light suddenly rise, the edge flashed, and the silver needles shone in Shi Mo's eyes, and more than ten needles had been dropped in the blink of an eye .

"Senior's veil and hat..."

There was a gloomy look in the eyes of the cold-scale sage, but he also knew that there were a few acupuncture points that must be pierced on the face, so he said grimly: "I will pick it myself."

The gauze hat stained with blood fell down, revealing the face that the cold-scaled holy hand never showed.

It was an extremely weird face, the upper part was pretty handsome, but from the bridge of the nose, the whole face was distorted and burned, like some kind of echinoderm.

Hua Binan raised his head, with a hint of hatred and sarcasm in his eyes: "What's the matter? Master Mo is not leaving yet, stay here, looks good?"

"……Feel sorry."

Hua Binan sneered behind him: "I told you not to stay here a long time ago. You didn't listen. At this time, you said sorry, but what were you thinking in your heart—probably thinking 'this cold-scaled sage He looks really ugly', hehe."

Mo Ran shook his head, and it was inconvenient to say anything, and left.

The owner of Ma Zhuang is still tossing the broken iron lock, and in front of the gate of Tiangong, Chu Wanning's spiritual power is almost lacking, he turned sideways to Xue Meng and said: "Xue Meng, take over!"

Xue Meng immediately understood, raised his knife to greet him, and the handover between the two of them was completed very smoothly, not even a zombie had time to squeeze in at the moment of replacement.

As soon as Chu Wanning withdrew the enchantment, he couldn't help but took a step back. Seeing his pale face, Mo Ran felt extremely distressed, but he couldn't do anything in front of everyone, and he couldn't even hold Chu Wanning's hand. Suppressing himself, he asked, "Wan... Master, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Chu Wanning coughed lightly, "It's just a little more spiritual power."

But Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning's spiritual core was originally very fragile, and it might not be a big deal for others to consume too much spiritual power, but for Chu Wanning...

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

In the previous life, the two masters and apprentices were at odds with each other and fell apart. Chu Wanning exhausted his spiritual power in that battle, and his spiritual core was instantly shattered. for weakness.

How can it be okay...

Mo Ran felt uncomfortable, his eyes were slightly red, and he silently put the clothes that Chu Wanning had just given him back on the shoulders of the other party. Only at this time, he could gently pinch Chu Wanning's shoulders through the clothes.

All his heavy love for him can only be hidden in this momentary fingertip touch.

He helped Chu Wanning to the side. He specially found a place with few people, a quieter place, and then sat down with Chu Wanning.

While no one noticed, Mo Ran quietly held Chu Wanning's hand.

very cool.

And that year, when Chu Wanning was defeated by his sword, he leaned over to step on his chest, and stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, the same coolness.

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Chu Wanning originally wanted to pull out his hand. After all, there are too many eyes here, but he felt a faint tremor, so the hand that was about to be pulled away turned to clasp his fingers.

"Let me see." Chu Wanning raised his other hand and asked Mo Ran to raise his face, with wounds on his cheeks and bridge of nose, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Ran shook his head, he stared at Chu Wanning's face, looking at the person who obviously had his lips blue and white, but still cared about him.

He feels a lot of pain.

Not a wound.

is the heart.

He finally learned Chu Wanning's lies, and Mo Ran said, "It doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt, why are you shaking?"

He didn't say a word, he couldn't make a sound, so Chu Wanning misunderstood that he was still trembling because of the pain, his fingertips lingered with a pale green light, Mo Ran's pupils suddenly closed, and he grabbed Chu Wanning to touch The hand on his cheek: "Are you crazy? Still using spiritual power?!"

"It's nothing at all." Chu Wanning said, "It's just the tiniest healing spell, it relieves pain."

His fingertips touched his scar.

pain reliever.

But his heart was pierced like a knife, and Ling Chi's car was cracked, probably nothing more than that.

Mo Ran naturally knows that this is just a little bit of spiritual power, like a drop in the ocean, a cup of Wang Yang, Chu Wanning gave almost all the spiritual power to everyone, and only a little bit was given to him.

In his previous life, he resented Chu Wanning because he always gave too much to the world and too little to himself.

But at that time he would not know.

In fact, although Chu Wanning gave him bit by bit, although it was pitifully small, it was all that was left of him, all that was left, and the last thing.

"Okay! It's fixed, it's fixed!"

Suddenly, a monk under the owner of the horse ran to the door in a hurry, his cheeks were flushed, and he shouted: "Get ready to retreat, the door is about to close! It's about to close!"

At this time, the person who was resisting the corpse group had been replaced by Mei Hanxue. Xue Meng was also injured after retreating, but the injury was not serious. He wrapped it in gauze and couldn't find much. He bit the gauze Knotting the belt for himself, while watching Mei Hanxue retreat from the enemy.

It's strange to say that he remembered that Mei Hanxue was obviously the spiritual core of the water and wood elements, but for some reason she used the fire element tricks.He was alone, lying on a harp with no water, his fingers were clanging, his face was cold, but what he shot was the fiery red barrier flames, forcing all the corpses that tried to get close to retreat.

"The door is closed! Mr. Mei!"

Mei Hanxue let the crouching harp hang in the air, step by step back with herself, when she retreated to the door, Xue Meng suddenly found something wrong, he turned his head and said: "Can you open the door again? This piano is too wide, can't get in—"

"Need not."

Mei Hanxue interrupted Xue Meng's words coldly and succinctly, and suddenly put the harp in the music box, lost the suppression of the sound of the piano, and suddenly a group of zombies rushed up. Xue Meng knew that he was not good at close combat, and his expression changed suddenly , After pulling out the dragon city, he will rush out to help.

Unexpectedly, before the person passed by, he saw a flash of silver light, and a silver saber appeared in Mei Hanxue's palm at some point, with the sword Qi awe-inspiring blowing his hair and breaking his hair, only to see his sword dance into a shadow, and then sweep the ground And retreated, throwing the sword violently, before the door was about to close, Mei Hanxue raised her hand and said sharply: "Shuo Feng, come back!"

The sword turned into a bright light and shadow, piercing through the gap, Mei Hanxue caught it suddenly, held the sword flower in her arm, and returned to her side.

The gate of the Heavenly Palace slammed shut.

There was a muffled sound coming from outside, it was the sound of corpses and dragon tendons smashing on the door, but it seemed to come from a long distance away, the palace gate that the Nangong family built and built was not so easy to break through.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and several disciples from the upper cultivation world who had never seen the big world all knelt on the ground with their legs limp, and some even had no future, and cried out: "Oh my god... this is all What's the matter..."

After the break, Mei Hanxue also breathed a sigh of relief, but the way he breathed a sigh of relief was not significantly different from usual. If Xue Meng hadn't been staring at him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed that he opened his lips slightly and spit out lightly. Take this breath.

Suddenly, she found two scary eyes beside her, and Mei Hanxue turned her head: "...What? Why are you looking at me?"

Xue Meng's throat was a little dry: "...your sword..."

Mei Hanxue glanced sideways at the long sword flowing with silver light: "Shuofeng."

Xue Meng's face was uncertain for a while, and he said: "When did you know how to use the sword?... No, it should be when did you have the martial arts?"

"there is always."

Xue Meng said in amazement: "Then why didn't you use it during the Lingshan Conference?"

"..." Mei Hanxue was silent for a while, then said, "I don't want to use it."

Xue Meng seemed very puzzled, and even a little angry: "Are you looking down on us? If you take out your martial arts, maybe you are the... second?"

Mei Hanxue rolled her eyes, and there seemed to be some sarcasm in her cold eyes. He just looked at Xue Meng, whose cheeks were slightly flushed because of anger, for a while, and then said: "No.3 is very good, the first... ..." He pursed his lips, wiped Xue Meng and walked over, and a word fell into Xue Meng's ear lightly.

"The first one is too stupid."