Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The cold mechanical sound of the system repeatedly rang in his ears, but Nan Heng's eyes were condensed and he ignored it.

Chilong quickly flew towards the guard formation where Xiao Tingxun was, with the whistling wind in his ears, and the system's icy voice became more piercing and piercing.

【warn!warn!Xiao Tingxun is a severely dangerous person!Please host stay away from this person! 】

[The countdown to punishment has started, and the system will forcefully escort the host back to modern times when the count reaches zero. 】

【3, 2...】

The chilong's diving posture stopped suddenly, and the huge impact set off a hurricane, blowing some monks on the ground who were not able to concentrate.

Nan Heng's eyes were gloomy, and a little sweat was already oozing out of the palm of his hand holding Jiaozang.

Any punishment is fine, but it must not be returning to modern times.

The consequence of being forcibly deported is death, but what he is more worried about is what will happen to Xiao Tingxun if he goes back here, in this world where the mission has not been completed.

[Congratulations to the host for reining in the precipice, please continue to serve as the host...]

The mechanical sound of the system was suddenly interrupted.

Nan Heng locked his eyes on Xiao Tingxun, who was standing in the center of the magic circle, wondering if he had noticed something, the moment Xiao Tingxun looked up, he also saw him.

The eyes of the two met, Xiao Tingxun's lips opened and closed slightly, and Nan Heng's pupils shrank sharply.

In an instant, a huge wave with a height of several feet set off, and the waves roiled, forming a dense and towering water wall, surrounding the spirit guard formation.

It's the giant tsunami spell.

Nan Heng saw that the water wall was slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the moment when the final gap was about to close, one person and one soul were thrown out of it.

Rong Xiu pulled Ji Chen up from the ground in a panic, and brushed the dust off his clothes.

The gap was closed, and the wall of water was billowing with waves, but no opening could be found to break through.

Nan Heng's heart clenched violently, Xiao Tingxun completely sealed himself and the spirit guard formation.

The giant tsunami technique is an original technique created by Xiao Tingxun. Among the monks present, no one can understand it.

And the guardian array...

Without absorbing enough spiritual power, I am afraid it cannot be cracked.

How much spiritual power is enough?

This time, Zhou Qian gathered the entire sect in the world of cultivating immortals, a total of more than 100 sects, and among them, there are more than [-] sect masters or elders with fair cultivation and abundant spiritual power.

But now, Xiao Tingxun is the only one in the formation.

There was only the endless echoing sound of the waves in his ears, and Nan Heng could only feel that his heart was cooling down slowly, just like the icy sound of the waves.

Chilong slowly descended in front of the water wall, and the system's unfinished words were heard in his ears.

[Congratulations to the host for reining in the cliff, please continue the task, the system will accompany you to the end! 】

[Congratulations to the host for reining in the cliff, please continue the mission, the system will...]

[Congratulations to the host for reining in the precipice, please continue...]

The system sound was icy cold, like a tape recorder, playing it back over and over again.

Nan Heng only felt that his scalp was numb, and his head was about to explode.

"To shut up!"

He clenched his fists violently and let out a low growl.

Humming in the ear, the sound of the system finally slowly dissipated.

But he clenched his lower lip, and the moment he raised his head, his eyes quickly turned red.

The horns on his forehead shone with cold light, reflecting his gradually ferocious face.

If Xiao Tingxun couldn't escape death after completing the mission, then what's the point of completing the mission?

When sealing the demon forbidden land, he once said that he would not give up on Xiao Tingxun and the mission.

But if there must be a priority between the two, he will put the task later.

System 88: […]

For some reason, it suddenly sensed danger at this moment.

[Host, you... what do you want to do? 】

But Nan Heng's voice was calm, and he just said: "I remember I still have a wish card, right? I want to use it now."

【Okay, okay...】

I don't know if it's because his demon blood has been fully awakened, but System 88 is now unusually obedient.

[The wish card has been activated, please tell the host your wish. 】

I thought that this difficult host would say some dangerous wishes.

But Nan Heng said: "My wish is to learn the safe formation."

Just... just that?

System 88 thought it was a problem with its own sound receiving system.

[Okay, the host's wish has come true!I wish the host mission success! 】

Hearing the system's reply, Nan Heng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

that's it.

In Xiao Tingxun's state of mind before, he learned that the Ping'an Formation can ask for a Ping An Talisman for his relatives and friends, and the other party will bring the Ping An Talisman on his body, which can increase good luck and prevent disasters.

If the person who draws the array has a high realm and vigorous spiritual power, the safety talisman can even save lives at critical moments.

I don't know if his current spiritual strength is enough to exchange for a life-saving talisman.

He casually picked up a branch from the ground, squatted down and began to draw a peace formation.

however……

"Nan Heng, if you want to save him, we cooperate, and I have a way to break through the spirit guard immediately."

Behind him, he suddenly thought of Zhou Qian's triumphant voice.

Nan Heng turned his head abruptly, and saw that Zhou Qian, his eldest son Zhou Tian, ​​and a large number of killers from Chuzong Pavilion had already chased them, and they were standing not far from them.

Zhou Gan stood at the head of these people, and behind him, the five elders of Guchen Pavilion, plus the souls of Fan Luo and Leng Yueru, lined up neatly, all glaring fiercely.

[The host please give priority to solving the final big boss Zhou Gan, and don't be distracted by other trivial matters! 】

The system tirelessly sent reminders to my ears.

Nan Heng suddenly frowned: "Stupid 8, do you know what I hate the most in my life?"

[...? ] System 88 did not understand.

"I hate it most when people stand next to me and tell me how to do this."

After he finished speaking, he gathered the demonic energy, drew it to his heart, and protected his heart tightly, and then, he drew thunder in his palm.

The voice of System 88 finally panicked, and the mechanical sound without emotion actually doubled in speed.

[Host please calm down!If this system is damaged, the host will never be able to return to the real world! 】

[Help!help!This system is threatened by the outside world, request...]

The sound of the system stopped abruptly.

On a sunny day, a thunderbolt exploded, and several thunderbolts fell from the sky, hitting Nan Heng directly.

Zhou Qian was stunned suddenly, what happened to him suddenly being struck by lightning?

Not only was he stunned, but all the monks around him were also stunned.

Bai Chengyan's eyes were wide open, and he didn't close his mouth for a long time: "Ah... it's over, Nan Heng saw that Yuqing was going to break the battle with his own body, and couldn't think about it for a while, so let him go!"

Shang Ming gave him a blank look: "Shut up, it's impossible."

Xiao Tingxun trapped himself in the spirit guard formation, his life and death were uncertain, with Nan Heng's temperament, he would only find a way to rescue him, instead of giving up directly and going to die with him.

What's more, Zhou Gan is still jumping here.

Around, there were also discussions one after another.

Some guessed that the Demon Lord was about to play some tricks again, some stared at Nan Heng with wide-eyed eyes, and even a group of people from the Heng Yang faction clapped their hands, saying that the Demon King had finally hacked himself. died.

The thunder faded away.

Nan Heng felt the numbness on his body gradually subside, and slowly opened his eyes.

He is originally a lightning root, so it doesn't matter if he gets hacked a few times, but the system stored in his brain is probably just...

"Hello, stupid 8?"

He called a few times consciously, but got no response.

There was only an occasional crackle of electric current, and then there was a dead silence.

Probably paralyzed, he pursed his lower lip.

At least, his ears and mind were at ease for a while.

"Nan Heng, what the hell are you up to?!"

Seeing that he was fine, Zhou Gan couldn't hold back immediately: "There is no way to untie this spirit guard formation except for the people who set it up at the beginning; the rest can only be untied after it has swallowed enough spiritual power. I advise you Better get acquainted."

"It's fine to cooperate, but your matter really has to be resolved later."

As soon as the words fell, the devilish energy in Nan Heng's body increased sharply, and Jiaozang stabbed Zhou Qian's chest suddenly.

"Control the soul! Protect the body!" Zhou Gan shouted angrily.

Fan Luo immediately stretched out his robe and stood in front of him.

Jiaozang's attack speed remained unabated, on the edge of the sword, demonic energy and two different-colored spiritual currents scrambled to entangle, passing directly through Fan Luo's shoulder, and piercing straight into Zhou Gan who was standing behind him.

"Uh... poof!"

Zhou Gan suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and the horn was nailed straight into his left shoulder. The horn was stuck in an old pine tree not far behind him, and it penetrated an inch, making him unable to move for a while.

"Father!" Zhou Tian's expression changed drastically, and he rushed towards Nan Heng with his sword in hand.

But he was stopped by Bai Chengyan, Ji Chen and others.

Nan Heng glanced at the pale-faced Zhou Gan, turned to Shang Min and said, "Master, too many things have happened during this time, I still owe you a 'sorry'. Because I, for you, for the Changqing faction It caused a lot of trouble.”

Shang Huan sighed: "Where, I also feel sorry for you and Yuqing. It was really helpless to shut you out before."

"I don't blame the head, I understand." Nan Heng nodded lightly, "However, please keep an eye on Zhou Gan right now, I have to rescue my master first, and then we will settle Zhou Gan's general account."

"Okay!" Shang Min agreed, clenching the mace tightly in his hand, "Don't worry, I will never let him do anything again."

Nan Heng nodded, and squatted down on the ground again to finish drawing the peace formation.

After the last stroke, he imitated Xiao Tingxun's tone and muttered: "Everything is going well, all evils are gone, and you are safe and sound."

The word "An" fell to the ground, and a stream of blue water sprang out from the magic circle drawn on the ground. The water stream exuded a soft halo, and slowly condensed into the appearance of a chubby little unicorn.

The little unicorn shook its head, wagged its tail, and looked towards Nan Heng: "What is the master's order?"

"A talisman for peace." Nan Heng said.

The little unicorn rolled its eyes, opened its mouth, and was about to spit out the peace talisman, but suddenly stopped.

"Huh? You're not that little fairy!"

It opened its mouth wide in astonishment.