Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

At this moment, above the light cloud thousands of miles away, there is a bloody glow.

Dozens of monks in black cloaks encircled a man in a green shirt who was riding a silver flying boat in the center. The mist was full of murderous intent, but in a short while, the man in the blue shirt was on his chest and abdomen. There were a few more scars, and the blood that flowed out continued to roll down from the clouds.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid the man in the blue shirt won't be able to hold on for too long.

It was also at this time that Wen Song's flying boat came into the sight of the man in green shirt. Not only he found out, but also the dozen or so cloaked monks.

They looked at each other, and their strikes became more and more severe.

The man in green shirt looked at the flying boat not far away, his eyes burst into light, he no longer cared about his injuries, and steered the flying boat towards Wen Song's flying boat.

At the same time, those people behind him gave him a heavy blow, the man vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes were a little dizzy, he held his last breath, and touched the enchantment under Wen Song...

The enchantment is passive, and Wen Song certainly sensed it. As soon as he was distracted, the elixir in the medicine cauldron was useless, and before he had time to feel sorry for his Lingzhi, he was startled by the blood man outside the enchantment.

"Help me." The blue-shirted monk opened his lips.

Wen Song raised his eyes and looked at the cloaked monks behind him who were all dressed in blood, and panicked.

Seriously, he wanted to run.

Of course, his idea was not put into practice, because his airship was surrounded.

Wen Song looked around at the monks around, and he almost understood what was going on. He scolded the monk outside a thousand times in his heart, but he still had to shoot the red silk from his hand, and pulled him onto the flying boat.

This move of his obviously angered the cloaked monks outside, and in an instant, the flying boat received a fierce attack.

Wen Song felt the vibration of the flying boat, and pulled the red silk around the outside of the flying boat. With a tactic in his hand, the red silk turned into a scorching flame and devoured everyone.

"It's an illusion, you can't retreat."

Everyone stopped and continued to attack, but after three breaths, some people groaned one after another, and Yin Qi rushed into their meridians, making their spiritual power stagnate instantly, "It's not an illusion, it's a strange fire, retreat first."

Wen Song was afraid of accidents, so he waved the red silk immediately, trying to bind these people.

However, most of these monks had their cards in their cards. After realizing that they could not kill them successfully, a few of them fled immediately.

Those who were unable to escape were bound by the red silk curtain by Wen Song.

He dragged him onto the flying boat, took out the flat bowl that Sang Yi had given him, and threw him into it.

As for the green-shirted monk on the ground, Wen Song frowned when he looked over. To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of this man. He could run away, but it would be too much to lead people to irrelevant people.

If his cultivation base is not enough, he might die here today.

Wen Song walked over and kicked his arm with his toe, "Hey, hey, wake up."

The man raised his eyelids with difficulty, "Thank you... benefactor for saving me."

As he said that, his eyelids closed and he passed out completely.

Wen Song, who was forced to be a benefactor: "..."

He looked at the unconscious man on the ground, feeling very angry.

He endured it, and in the end he didn't throw people off the flying boat.

Wen Song knocked on the flat bowl and asked, "Who are you?"

No one answered.

Wen Song smiled lightly, the charm between his eyebrows was actually similar to that of Yin Su, he summoned the strange fire and put it on top of the flat bowl, "If you don't tell me, you must be very willing to taste the taste of the strange fire burning the dantian .”

The cultivator in the flat bowl couldn't help but think of the feeling of the strange fire sticking to the flesh just now. The meridians seemed to be invaded by a cold poisonous snake, and the spiritual power became stagnant. It is not difficult to imagine what will happen if the strange fire burns the dantian.

One of the monks took off his cloak, revealing the pale and handsome face underneath, and he smiled faintly at Wen Song, with a hoarse voice, "I am a monk from Yunmengze, the man on the ground stole The secret treasure in the sect, the suzerain ordered us to kill him and get back the secret treasure."

"So, in order to recover the thief, the monks in Yunmengze didn't hide his face, but the owner did." Wen Song squinted at the speaker, "Are you treating me like a fool?"

With a slight movement of his mind, the cluster of light blue strange fire instantly submerged into his dantian, the monk let out a scream, and his face instantly twisted into one piece.

Wen Song didn't have any sympathy for him. There was a coldness in the corner of his eyes, "The strange fire damages the dantian. If you don't tell the truth, you may never be able to practice again in the future, and you can only become a useless person."

The man covered his dantian, trembling uncontrollably, with his mouth half-opened, as if he wanted to say something.

Wen Song took out the strange fire, "Say."

The man paused for a moment and said: "I am indeed Yunmengze's disciple. The suzerain wants the Medicine King's Order, and ordered us to find out the alchemy powers that have been ascended for thousands of years, and to approach their descendants, so as to trick out the medicine king's order." Ling Ling, this person is cautious and refuses to tell the clues, so we..."

The man didn't say the rest, but Wen Song understood that if he failed to win the treasure, he would kill someone.

He turned his eyes to look at the man in the green shirt lying there, and his disgust towards him disappeared a lot. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a healing elixir popped out.

After finishing all this, his eyes fell on the bowl again, "Hand in your vows..."

man:"……"

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Wen Song, "What?"

Wen Song frowned, and said fiercely: "I said, give me your ring."

The man looked down at the ring in his hand, although he didn't want to hand it in, but due to the situation, he still gave it out.

Wen Song took the ring, erased the spiritual consciousness on it, took out the treasures of heaven and earth, and returned them back. He turned to the others, "Your."

The rest of the people held the green inkstone fire on their heads and dared not refuse.

After Wen Song robbed a few monks, the items in the ring were instantly enriched. He counted his things happily, and the corners of his mouth turned up higher and higher.

Xu Shi saw that he was in a good mood, a bold monk said: "I gave you the ring, can you let us go?"

Wen Song: "..."

I think you guys are thinking about farting.

He looked at several people and asked, "If I fall into your hands, will you let me go?"

The man shut up.

Wen Song dropped a formation plate in the bowl to prevent them from escaping.

Half an hour later, the green-clothed monk on the ground opened his eyes dimly. After he woke up, his eyes were vigilant at first, but when he saw Wen Song, his vigilance became much weaker.

He braced himself to stand up from the ground, and cupped his hands towards Wen Song, "Thank you, fellow daoist, for your help."

Wen Song crossed his arms, "It's not that I want to save, but I have to."

There is a big difference between active and passive.

The man's expression was a little embarrassed and a little guilty. He looked at Wen Song's slightly cold eyes and understood how inappropriate he was doing, "I can't repay you for my great kindness today. , Ji She will definitely not refuse."

Hearing this, Wen Song stretched out his hand towards him.

Ji She was a little puzzled, "I don't know what you mean by that?"

Wen Song said bluntly, "I want clues about Yao Wang Ling."

Ji She's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Wen Song with guarded eyes.

Wen Song sneered, and he walked slowly towards Ji She, "Why, I don't want it?"

"I said just now that I would never refuse, but now I'm going to go back on my word in just a moment?"

Seeing that Wen Song was getting closer and closer to him, Ji She stepped back, "I don't know where you got the clue that I have the Medicine King's Order. Those are just rumors."

Wen Song didn't move, he looked at Ji She, his eyes gradually returned to indifference, he pointed to the outside of the flying boat, "Since you don't want to say it, I'll just save a life for nothing, now, get off my flying boat."

Ji She was stunned for a moment, "But my flying boat was destroyed."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Ji She stood there without moving.

There was some impatience in Wen Song's dark eyes, "If you don't go down by yourself, I don't mind doing it for you."

Looking at Wen Songqingling's gaze, Ji She finally recognized his situation. He took a step back and said, "If fellow Taoist sends me to Yunshuijian, I will tell my friend."

"But I don't believe you," Wen Song's embarrassed figure was reflected in his eyes, and the words he said were extremely stinging, "I saved your life, and I don't necessarily need any promises, but you made a promise, but you don't If you are willing to fulfill it, it shows that you are a person who breaks your promise."

"So, go down."

Faced with Wen Song's pressing approach, Ji She had no time to think about it, so he could only compromise and said, "I can give you half of the clues first, and I will tell you the other half when I get to Yunshuijian."