Cultivating immortals is worse than engaging in foundations [System]

"Chang'an!!"

Su Gui let out a cry of surprise, he didn't care too much, and directly changed his seal and patted it from a distance, so as to hinder the Arhat's movements.Lu Miannian also quickly condensed the ice spear and threw it.

His threat is much greater than Su Gui's. Arhat can ignore Su Gui's attack, but he can't ignore this ice spear. Therefore, he turned around and grabbed the spear fiercely. The spear was crushed to pieces!

But he was stopped after all, Chang An was not hit by him again, he hit the ground heavily, and was protected by the group of people who followed him from the magic weapon.

Lu Miannian had already fought with Luo Han, and the golden light and ice continued to shatter and collide, and under the setting sun and sunset, it was even more chilling and shocking like blood.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him! Kill the bald donkey, dare to rob the poor man!"

Su Gui clenched his fists tightly, looking at the two of them who were fighting together with worry and resentment in his eyes, and unconsciously tightened his hands half-holding Chang An, obviously very resistant to becoming a little widow!

"Hey……"

Chang An called him helplessly, and then drew his attention back, Chang An tsk at him: "So infatuated?"

Su Gui immediately denied it, but he was so ashamed that he panicked, he didn't dare to look over there, he just forced himself to focus on Chang An, and checked his injuries.

It was shocking when he looked at it, Chang An was plain and plain at first, he just thought that Chang An was hiding in a mess, but the actual injury was not serious, now he saw that it was not serious, it was Chang An trying to save face!

The body covered under the clothes is full of large and small wounds, some of which have just scabbed over, and more are scrambling to bleed out!But the most frightening thing was his chest. His left chest was completely sunken, his ribs were completely broken, and even protruded from under the skin. The beating heart can be seen faintly, and it has been beaten and squeezed to the point where it is almost completely shattered.

No one could have survived such a serious injury.

Chang An will die.

The word death has never approached him so clearly. The fear of death and the unknown immediately made Su Gui's eyes turn red. He clenched his fists suddenly, and his bulging veins pulsated a few times, but in the end he had no choice but to sink into his skin. Down.

He remembered the mysterious origin of the little spicy chicken, and asked it tremblingly with hope: "Little spicy chicken, can you save him?"

The little spicy chicken buried her head on his back, truly as quiet as a chicken.

Su Gui's last bit of hope was eroded by this silence, and he could only lower his eyes in silence. After a long while, he suddenly hammered the slate hard, splashing two tears on it.

The time Chang An spends with him is almost second only to Little Spicy Chicken. Since he picked him up in the back mountain at that time, the two of them have rarely separated. Always oppressing him, but after getting along for a long time, I think it's okay.

常安其实不算坏，他更像个熊孩子，嘴硬又欠揍，有时候又会突然暖你一下，让人对他爱不得、恨不得，总之是咬牙切齿，又忍不住对他心软。

But now, this brat who always barks at you all day long is going to die.

"Hey." Even so, Chang An still didn't seem to be in any pain. Even though he was half lying in Su Gui's arms, he insisted on lifting his chin slightly, raising his brows in a showy way, "Why are you crying? Anyway, the body is not mine. Yes, this old immortal should have been buried in the ground long ago."

Su Gui was so angry that he wanted to give him a hit, but he finally held back and scolded: "Are you stupid? The body is not yours, the person inside is yours!"

He rolled his eyes and said viciously: "I tell you, don't talk nonsense, good people don't live long and bad people live for thousands of years, and people like you live longer than turtles!"

"Bah—cough cough cough cough!!" Chang An wanted to spit at him, but he didn't even have the strength left. Instead, he choked himself and coughed so convulsively that his throat was blown like a blown bellows. sound.

Su Gui hurriedly lifted him up a bit, stroked his back lightly to help him breathe, and kept his mouth shut and dared not speak to him again, for fear of hurting him again.

Chang An coughed for a long time before he managed to calm down, his eyes were a little blurred in the air, and he said lightly, "I've been dreaming lately."

Su Gui observed his emotions and demeanor, and asked cautiously, "What dream?"

Chang An didn't answer, but continued on his own: "Who are you?"

He coughed twice more, and suddenly said: "I remembered, there is such a person." He followed up with a sneer, the corners of his lips raised weakly, and he spat lightly, "What are you doing? It's not a dream."

"Jiang Zihuan."

Then, no more interest.

"boom--!!"

There was also a loud noise from there, the cold wind was blowing all over the mountain, the setting sun had completely set, and the golden light on the ground flickered a few times unwillingly, and finally completely dimmed.

Win.

"Who else wants to come?"

Lu Miannian turned to the two comers over there. Behind him was an astonishingly large moon disk, swarms of ice butterflies were flying around him, their wings were stained with blood, slowly emitting a fishy smell in the cold night wind .

There was some commotion in the crowd of the two sects, and two people from Shaolin came out silently, "Please return the golden body of Master Uncle to Shaolin."

Before Lu Miannian could speak, the Wuji Sect disciples who had been fighting fiercely for a day were the first to take the lead, wanting to rush forward regardless of the wounds all over their bodies, "You guys have such big faces! If you want this bald donkey's body, you must first Return our Promise Sect disciples!"

"Yes! Return me as a disciple of the Promise Sect!"

"Return my Promise Sect disciple!"

"Return my Promise Sect disciple!"

The louder the shouting, the more disfigured the faces of the people in Shaolin Temple. Lu Miannian's eyes fell on the Shaolin formation coldly, and he waved his hand directly to smash the body of Arhat towards him, and said slowly: "Please go to the second sect to send the corpse of the Wuji sect disciple. return."

Before they could speak, they suddenly saw the sleeves flying in front of them, and the dots of icy rain flickered and melted away. When they looked again, there were only sticky backs in front of them.Lu Miannian walked in the front, followed by a short young man who struggled to hug Chang An.

"..."

Everyone gritted their teeth, leaned over and moved, silently collecting the corpses of each family.Naturally, the pain of life and death is inevitable, but there is absolutely no regret on their faces. They firmly believe that the struggle is cruel and bloody, but this is unavoidable, and it is for greater justice!

The people at this time have just embraced such a belief, and they really have no way out.

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"My friend ghost repairs the tomb of Chang'an."

Su Gui carved the last word vigorously, then couldn't help laughing out loud, lowered his head and said softly, "If he knew that his tomb is so simple and I wrote the words, maybe he would be revived?"

"This dog crawling character is not worthy of Uncle Chang!"

Su Gui imitated Chang An's tone and cursed, then lowered his head a little lower, Lu Miannian reached out to embrace him, pressed his head into his arms, imitating his words and comforted him: "If he knows If someone cries at his grave, he will be angry."

"He's so mad!"

Su Gui struggled hard, and his voice slowly turned into tears, "It's too late for him to be complacent, and it's rare for me to give him face like this."

"why is it like this……"

He opened his mouth and bit on Lu Miannian's clothes, finally willing to sob and cry.This was the first time he faced the death of an acquaintance, even someone he got along with day and night.

When Su Gui was an orphan on Earth, he had no parents or relatives, and he managed to grow up safely in an orphanage until he was 14 years old. He went out to work. He was good-looking, and even though he only had a primary school degree, there were many jobs willing to ask him.

He worked as a waiter, a model, and later became a full-time author. They are all occupations that have nothing to do with death. He doesn't keep pets, and he doesn't interact with people very much. The most tragic death he has ever seen is that the house is full after using pesticides. dead mosquitoes.Until he was 24 years old, death was still a meaningless word for him.

No.20 was five years old, he traveled into his own book.

Su Gui was tired from crying and gradually felt sleepy, so he fell asleep hugging Lu Miannian's waist.Lu Miannian sighed and patted his back, carried him back to the yard to sleep, then turned back and went out to the conference hall.

The rest of the disciples and elders had already gathered in the hall, and they all saluted when Lu Miannian arrived.Then Elder Shengqing came over with the pamphlet and read word by word: "The tenth generation of the Wuji Sect has 3000 outer disciples, 2000 of whom are out to take care of secular affairs; 200 inner disciples, 97 of whom are traveling abroad; elders 15 Everyone is in the sect. Today we lost 340 five disciples from the outer sect, 41 disciples from the inner sect, and two elders."

"There are now 650 and five outer disciples, 650 and five inside the sect, 620 in the Qi training period, and 35 in the foundation building period; 150 and nine inner disciples, 62 in the sect, and 12 in the foundation building period. There are 25 people in the golden elixir stage, 15 in the golden elixir stage; 13 elders are all in the sect, five in the golden elixir stage, and eight in the Yuanying stage."

Elder Sheng Qing closed the book and returned to the original place to wait for Lu Miannian's instructions.

Lu Miannian pondered for a moment, and said decisively: "All are recalled, and everyone is concentrated in the Five Aggregates and Four Elephant Peaks. The pills are distributed three times, and we are fully prepared for the battle. When all the disciples come back, immediately open the mountain protection formation and seal the sect."

"Yes!"

The peaceful appearance of the three sects was finally completely torn apart.

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———Metaphysics _(:з」∠)_Although it is not made where