Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Zhenxiu was nailed to the top of the city by Fusang Lingmu.

This person was wearing a black robe, with loose long hair, and the hem of the robe was soft and drooping, gently swaying with the wind.

From a distance, it looks like a black flag with water on it.

Shen Zhexue stumbled and ran to Shi Yuan's side.

The eyes of the formation were captured, the bricks and rocks all over the ground disappeared and dissipated, Shi Yuan lost his support, and lay on his side on the ground, soundlessly.

Falling on the brink and gasping for air on Tuesday.

Yuanmu has been away for too long, the old injury is surging back, and there are tens of thousands of fine needles piercing through the tendons.

The fluctuation of spiritual power separated him from Shi Yuan. At this moment, he couldn't move, so he could only raise his voice and shout to Shen Zhexue: "Look at him, why is he silent!"

As soon as the words fell, a stream of light came from the sky.

The Yuanmu sword that fell in the distance was actually attracted by Shen Zhexue, and fell into Tuesday's arms.

"...My ancestor." On Tuesday, his breath relaxed, and he lay face up on the ground.

Shen Zhexue was carefully lifting Shi Yuan up, shaking her fingers to detect the apprentice's breathing.

Shi Yuan half-opened his eyes, his face was terribly pale.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy of the star puppet was still slowly circulating in his body, the wound on the severed arm did not bleed, and the cut surface showed the woody texture of old wood rings.

Shen Zhexue took off her outer shirt to wrap up his wound, and raised her hand to press Shi Yuan's forehead.

The slightly cool spiritual power slowly merged with the spiritual energy of the artifact.

Shi Yuan snorted and bit his lower lip.

The star puppet was connected to his body, and if the puppet was injured, his body would be damaged. He couldn't escape the pain of cutting off his arm.

Shen Zhexue now only hopes that Uncle Sui and others will deal with it in time, but the little master suddenly lost his arm while falling asleep, and he is afraid that he will scare the butler turtle enough.

Sensing Shi Yuan's cold body gradually warming up, Shen Zhexue came back to his senses, feeling pain everywhere on his body, especially his back was burning, as if a layer of skin had fallen off.

After all, he could still sit still, but when he looked at the members of Taiqingzong, he couldn't even sit still.

The inner disciples who Xubu Taiqing activated the blazing cold lock evil formation were all paralyzed, and three of them fainted directly because of the overdraft of spiritual energy.

Pei Jingqiang managed not to lose consciousness, but was also exhausted.

After all, they survived this dangerous night.

As soon as the sun shines in the daytime, all the monks present have an illusion of rebirth as a human being.

"—You you you you you!"

A familiar voice rang in Pei Jing's ear.

He blinked.

So it turns out that he has been injured to the point of hallucination?

...Why did I hear the voice of that slippery Xie Zhuchun?

Xie Zhuchun screamed: "Ah, what's wrong with you, Boss Pei?...God! Xiao Wenyan, Xiao Wenyan, are you okay? Who beat you up like this?!"

"Shut up and thank you, your head is going to explode!" Leng Wenyan was covered in blood, lying on the ground gasping for breath and angrily yelling at the chattering monk.

The tone was distasteful, but it couldn't hide the genuine joy of seeing the doorman and friend again.

She asked, "Hey, thank you for the noise, how is my brother?"

"Xiao Wenyan, stop talking and you're vomiting blood! Your brother knows he's going to beat us, woo woo woo!"

Pei Jing's head started to hurt a little.

In the blurred vision, the cultivator in blue with peach blossom eyes and crane patterns was patting his face with his palms left and right.

"Boss, don't die, brother Wen Shu is still waiting for you, don't close your eyes, boss!"

Langfeng City under the winter sun finally had a completely different change from before.

Perhaps it was because of the forcible reversal of black and white that weakened the spiritual power of the carrier, or they captured the phantom of the formation cultivator alive, and the Langfeng City composed of countless fragments miraculously merged into one.

As a direct result, many people suddenly appeared in Langfeng City.

The previous generations of soldiers looked at the people lying on the ground in front of them, and they were in a daze for a while.

However, they also came over in strong winds and waves, and quickly calmed down, gathering in front of the west city gate where the spiritual energy fluctuations were strongest.

At the same time, the atmosphere of various other races in the city also surged.

A wisp of devilish energy quietly floated under the city gate.

The demonic energy circled around Shi Yuan a few times, as if he was sure that this was his little master, and turned a few somersaults in the air.

With a flash of black light, a ball of black fur fell on Shi Yuan's chest.

At the same time, Shen Zhexue suddenly felt itchy on the back of his hand.

Looking down, the chubby orange cat was squatting beside his hand, looking at them with teary eyes.

That fur ball is the young girl of Ning Chao.

She had just seen so many monks here suddenly, she was suspicious of a change in the illusion, and she didn't want to arouse suspicion because of being a foreigner, so she suppressed her demonic energy and sneaked in.

"Little master, how did you become like this?" Ning Chao's devilish hairball trembled wildly.

Shen Zhexue made a silence gesture to her.

On the other side, Yu Ting, who still had enough energy, cupped his hands to the monks who came over and said, "Everyone! We have caught the evil cultivator who created the illusion, and we will wait for the disciples of my sect to heal their wounds first. Please listen to one of Yu for details!"

Among the monks who rushed over, there were two medical practitioners. Although they were almost exhausted, they still wanted to help with the treatment.

Pei Jing spat out a few mouthfuls of blood after being fed two elixirs, and finally saved his life.

He suffered countless traumas, big and small, almost hanging on Xie Zhuchun's body.

It was rare for Xie Zhuchun to see the senior brother's boss so weak and pitiful, and his heart ached for him, but he still had time to hurt him, "Hey, why are you reckless again? If Senior Brother Wen Shu sees you, you will be troubled."

"Wen Shu he..." Pei Jing's breath fluttered, and he had to break a sentence three or four times before asking with all his strength, "Is he all right?"

Xie Zhuku laughed and said, "He's just a little bit better than you, Senior Brother."

There was no way for a group of wounded patients to bask in the sun, so Yu Ting asked the monks to take all the injured back to the inn.

He himself held Sun Liang, who had passed out after being slapped by him, in one hand, and took out a silver lock from his spirit pouch with the other, "If fellow Taoists have a binding magic weapon, they will tie up that evil thing together with Yu to send it away." !"

All eyes turned to the dilapidated "black flag" on the city.

When Shi Yuan's arm was cut off, it had already returned to the prototype of the Fusang tree branch. At this time, the thick branch of the arm ran through the left shoulder of Zhenxiu. Get up from the city wall together.

The magic weapon still lacks aura, but with the hibiscus spirit wood, even a thousand-year-old demon cannot break free.

There are also pharmacies opened by medical practitioners in Langfeng City. Foreign medical practitioners dare not use the medicinal materials here, so they can only empty out their own wealth.

Fortunately, those who were more seriously injured were still in good condition, and those who were unconscious gradually woke up.

Only Qin Guzhen was still in a daze because of forcibly using the forbidden technique twice.

A few young men were treating their wounds, but they were so angry that they scolded the walking centipede bloody.

The newly arrived monks were also furious after hearing their general explanation, wishing to vent their hatred by cutting up the cultivators on the spot.

Shen Zhexue was worried that others would notice Shi Yuan's abnormal state, so she helped Shi Yuan upstairs first.

As soon as he pushed the door, he saw that there was another person on the bed where he was sleeping.

That was none other than Leng Wenshu, the eldest son of the Taiqing Sect Master.

Only then did Shen Zhexue truly realize that the fragments really overlapped, and different spaces were superimposed together.

Leng Wenshu was born with a weak body. He was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, his complexion was pale, and his breath was faint. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

Shen Zhexue sighed, moved Shi Yuan to the vacant room next door, and asked the doctor downstairs to come up.

Leng Wenyan's eyes were red as soon as she entered the door. The doctor behind her moved quickly and entered the room to feel Leng Wenshu's pulse.

Shen Zhexue felt it for a while, and made sure that Leng Wenshu was not infected by the evil mist, so she wanted to leave quietly.

Just when he was leaving, he seemed to see that Mr. Leng opened his eyes, and that misty gaze fell on him by coincidence.

Shen Zhexue touched the disguise on his face, and retreated silently.

Walking to the next room, Shi Yuan actually woke up too.

The apprentice looked over with watery eyes, making Shen Zhexue's heart ache.

Niannian the cat squatted on the tea table, carrying the hairball monster on its back.

"Master, you should also take some medicine." Shi Yuan said hoarsely.

Shi Yuan had just taken herbal medicine for pain relief, and when he got back the Yuanmu Sword on Tuesday, only Shen Zhexue's wound remained unhealed.

If the apprentice doesn't mention this, he himself will forget about the injury.

Shen Zhexue sighed once again, this peak master Shen's body is really insane.

Not only is the temperature insensitive, but even the pain is insensitive.

Shi Yuan held the medicine powder that the doctor gave him in his hand, and only used up a small half of the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle exuded a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

The realm of comprehension merged with the mortal world, a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth was lost, and the maturity cycle of fairy grass and spiritual plants was much longer than that of a thousand years ago.

In order to prevent the celestial grass from becoming extinct, monks gradually changed their habit of swallowing spirit pills as soon as they were injured.

Medicinal pills are only taken for internal injuries or those injured by magical artifacts. For other external injuries, it is like ordinary doctors who ask the injured to apply medicine and powder.

Shen Zhexue's worst injury was his back, which he couldn't see by himself, so he wanted to ask Tuesday for help.

Unexpectedly, the little apprentice rushed to help, hummed twice on Tuesday, and withdrew.

Shen Zhexue couldn't pinch him, thinking that it would be okay to distract the apprentice from the pain, and crossed his legs with his back to Shi Yuan.

Most of the injuries came from resisting falling rocks.

After being hit by a boulder, the primary concern should be internal injuries. However, Shen Fengzhu's body transformed by evil currents has extremely high internal self-healing power, so at this time, his internal organs are slightly injured, and his skin and flesh are only burning. .

Compared with the injuries he suffered while working for Emperor Taiqing, it was not too difficult.

Shi Yuan cut the fabric on his back with scissors.

Seeing a mass of blood and flesh, he immediately frowned, and the knuckles holding the bottle turned slightly white.

But his hands are steady.

Even if there is only one arm left, the blood is wiped with powder and wrapped in gauze, and the method is still smooth.

Shen Zhexue didn't feel much pain, he was more worried about Shi Yuan's arm than the trauma, "Shi Yuan, how is your arm?"

Shi Yuan's muffled voice sounded behind him, "The aura of Lie Xing Puppet can heal wounds, Master is at ease."

Shen Zhexue said "hmm", thinking that Lie Xing is comparable to a divine weapon, compared to the loss of the puppet, the apprentice's injury this time undoubtedly puts another disadvantage on his body.

Shen Zhexue was thinking about whether to supplement him with medicinal diet first, and then teach him some ways to strengthen his body.

"All right."

Shi Yuan bit one end of the gauze, knotted the white gauze wrapped around the wound with one hand, and took out a new dress from the spirit bracelet, and put it on for Shen Zhexue.

Shen Zhexue was afraid that he would touch the wound if he moved too much, so she wanted to wear the collar by herself, but when he twisted his movements, a soft trembling sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Master, it doesn't hurt."

The ending trembled, a little like being coquettish.

I don't know who is saying "no pain".

Shen Zhexue curled her lips, lowered her head and fiddled with her girdle.

The little apprentice actually turned around to coax him, the master, who was stupid and not as sophisticated as before.

The clothes that Shi Yuan took out were plain white, Shen Zhexue rarely wore this color, because white clothes were really easy to get dirty and not easy to wash, but it was enough to have something to wear at this time.

He hastily fixed the girdle, shaved his hair with his fingers, and when he looked up, he saw Shi Yuan staring at him blankly.

He couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Shi Yuan came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Master, it looks so good."

It was the first time Shen Zhexue heard such an evaluation in this world, and she blinked in a daze.

... This child is stupid, so he doesn't know much about beauty and ugliness.

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"What sound?!" Shen Zhexue frowned, turned to Shi Yuan and said, "You rest first, I'll go downstairs to have a look."

"I can't sleep, Master, I want to go too." Shi Yuan grabbed Shen Zhexue's sleeve with one arm and looked up at him.

That expression was like a little cub who was afraid of being left behind.

This apprentice is so excited.

Shen Zhexue hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, tell me if you're not feeling well."

It turned out that in the lobby downstairs, Zhenxiu had already woken up, and he was the one who made the noise just now.

He was nailed across the body by hibiscus wood, and he was tied with a silver chain to bind evil spirits, so he was actually in good spirits.

He could also roll and scream in the bondage circle set up by the monks, sometimes the carp straightened up, and sometimes shook his head and twisted his waist.

Anyway, it doesn't look normal.

The monks are discussing the origin of hibiscus wood.

Shen Zhexue listened intently, Shi Yuan was half leaning on the master, the arm transformed from the magic weapon was hanging by his side, blocked by Shen Zhexue's sleeve.

The scene was chaotic last night, and no one noticed the changes in Shiyuan. Although they suspected where this piece of hibiscus wood came from, it was precious, and they would naturally know who the owner was when they took it back.

"It seems that this formation is quite compatible." Shen Zhexue's shadow half-closed Shi Yuan, and he looked around the audience, not only monsters and monsters, but even a ghost.

In general, there were more than 40 people standing in the hall.

This has not counted the other participants who are still waiting to see, this formation does not refuse anyone, and swallows many people.

The survivors had communicated with each other, and Shen Zhexue also listened to it. The demon cultivator who joined the formation first had been trapped in the formation for six months.

According to Na Moxiu, there were as many as 83 people who fell in with him at that time.

In the end, only one survived.

They were all on the way to and from Langfeng City, and they walked into this phantom array inexplicably.

This Langfeng City seems to be no different from other cities, but the food is highly poisonous, not even a single plant or tree can be imported, some of the people will become poisoned within a short time after eating, but if they don't eat, they can only starve to death.

Even the monk Bigu couldn't bear the exhaustion of the day and night, and when the magic weapon was blown up and the spiritual energy was exhausted, he would die in the night.

After hearing this, the rest of the monks felt the same way.

They exchanged the time of entering the battle, and learned that more than forty people entered the battle in five batches, and the interval between days was irregular and the interval was getting shorter and shorter.

From the initial interval of half a year to the difference of a few days between the last two batches of entrants.

But the number of surviving people gradually increased.

There was only one person left in the first batch, and there were three to five people in the second batch.

In the third batch, it was Taiqing Hanshan's turn to pick up the monks from the Langfeng family, and Leng Wenshu was among them.

Because of the support of his formation, these people were prevented from causing large-scale casualties.

By the fourth batch, that is, Ning Chao and other people who went out of the city, there were only seven or eight of them, and the survivors were monsters, a monk, and a ghost.

Shen Zhexue thought to herself: The mirror array absorbs mortals, most likely for the purpose of refining souls during the day, while the monks stay at night, using spiritual energy to beat away the chi and increase the number of fragments.

This battle is a war of attrition, and everyone will be dragged to death in the end.

"This group of cultivators became anxious because of something." Shi Yuan whispered beside him.

"That's right." Shen Zhexue thought, with such a huge formation, the people in the previous batch should be almost dead before introducing the next batch, so as not to overwhelm the enemy.

But it was precisely because the time interval between the last two battles was not long that Leng Wenshu was able to give them a reminder.

"Did you come up with something?" Shen Zhexue chatted with Yuexiu, who was not far away.

Le Xiu shook his head: "No more."

Using one hand, Yu Ting tightened the bundle of evil locks again, and the slender silver chain was almost buried in the flesh of the black-clothed monk.

The blue light of the binding evil lock mantra shone, and the burning sound of "Zi Zi" came one after another.

The array repairer rolled over on the spot, raised his neck and shouted, but the shouts were all meaningless monophonic sounds.

"Searching the soul doesn't work." Feeling Yu Ting's anger, Le Xiu whispered, "This person's sea of ​​consciousness is pitch black."

"It's pitch black?" Shen Zhexue's heart sank.

As we all know, the disease of pitch-black sea of ​​consciousness can only appear after being infected by evil currents.

And when he went downstairs just now, he did smell some faint evil mist, and he thought it was the undispelled evil spirit from Xiu's body.

Shen Feng's main body is unique, the smell of the evil mist is like incense to him, the thicker the evil flow, the more it chokes his nose.

The evil aura on Zhenxiu's body in front of him seems to be floating on the surface, but the sea of ​​knowledge is pitch black, which shows that the evil current is crazily eroding his body.

In order to prevent the evil cultivator from going mad, the monks reinforced several layers of seals around his body.

Yu Ting frowned, originally thought that he would be able to get out of trouble if he caught this formation, but this person has lost his mind completely, and he doesn't know what to do.

"Master, who is this Leng Wenshu?"

Shi Yuan looked up towards the direction of the stairs.

At the same time, Na Le Xiu also exclaimed: "Brother Wen Shu!"

Leng Wenyan and Pei Jing, one on the left and one on the right, helped the weak Leng Wenshu down.