After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

When the dagger pierced Luo Yunzhang's chest, the world faded.

The cracks in the canyon of Luming Stream are like a high-hanging curtain, starting from above and fluttering down.

Before Qi Wuyou could recover from the shock of killing Luo Yunzhang with his own hands, time flowed forward again.

After all, he has been immersed in Baoyi's past for more than a year. Facing the sudden change in front of him, Qi Wuyou was stunned for a while before remembering what happened before.

The blood dripping on his palm almost burned his hand through.

He lowered his head, only to realize that there was no blood in his palms, only flower bone fans.

And what was burning hot and burning his nerves was clearly his own blood flowing in his body.

Someone was leaning behind him, and this person's body was also emitting an unusually high fever.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Stop him!"

Qi Wuyou suddenly raised his head, only to see that the barrier was shattered, and He Lanzhou and Baoyi were about to fly out of Fallen Immortal Peak!

Two seconds late, he remembered that "Actors please take their seats" would cause Huo Yi to freeze for 3 minutes. Just as he was about to break free from the people behind him to stop them, an ancient sword came up against the wind from behind him, straight to the sky!

The speed of the Xiaoyao Sword was so fast that the monks who came later could not match it.

Above the sky, He Lanzhou saw the Xiaoyao sword approaching, and said anxiously: "Father!?"

——From a certain moment, Baoyi's eyes suddenly became hollow, and his body fell down uncontrollably. Fortunately, He Lanzhou caught him back in time.

It was fine just now, but now it seems to suddenly lose consciousness.

He Lanzhou was very anxious. He alone might not be able to retreat from Luo Yunzhang's pursuit.

He poured all his aura into the saber, and flew towards Long Yinzong at full speed.

The Xiaoyao sword was chasing closer and closer, He Lanzhou glanced at him and hugged him unconsciously, gritted his teeth and threw the person forward, blocking the approaching Xiaoyao sword with his body.

With a snort, his chest was pierced, and the Xiaoyao Sword pierced through his body, piercing the back of Bao Yi's heart. He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly turned red, as if a ball of fire was burning from them.

Relying on this sudden strength, he stretched his hand behind him, grasped the blade of the Xiaoyao Sword forcefully, pulled out the Xiaoyao Sword, and disappeared into the mountains at an accelerated rate.

Qiu Sanxian and Fan Yizhen came after them, swept across the sky, and chased in the direction they left.

The Xiaoyao Sword will fly out of the control range, and Luo Yunzhang is about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but seeing Qi Wuyou's body shaking, something is not right, so he quickly recalls the Xiaoyao Sword, retracts the sword to support Qi Wuyou who is about to fall, and calls out urgently: "Master? How are you doing?"

Hearing Luo Yunzhang's voice, Qi Wuyou felt burned, and turned his head quickly, facing Luo Yunzhang's eyes that seemed to be silently burning lava, and the image he had just shaken off was entangled again.

He stared at Luo Yunzhang for two seconds, then moved his eyes down and landed on Luo Yunzhang's chest, where traces of blood ooze out.

The bloody smell made the burning sensation in Qi Wuyou's body more and more intense.

The scene of the dagger wedged into Luo Yunzhang's chest was replayed repeatedly, his breathing was stagnant, and he raised his hand to pull Luo Yunzhang's lapel as if wanting to confirm.

Before touching it, Luo Yunzhang's wrist was firmly grasped.

This time activated the memory that hadn't faded even more. He seemed to be frightened and pulled his hand out abruptly.

Luo Yunzhang was also dazed for a moment, his hands were very hot, and his eyes were too bright.

After being thrown away, he didn't speak, and looked down from Qi Wuyou's eyebrows, swept across the bridge of his nose, and stayed for a while longer beside his light-colored lips.

I don't know if it is because I have been immersed in Bao Yi's memory for a year, resulting in emotional inertia.

When Qi Wuyou saw Luo Yunzhang, his heartbeat started to speed up, his blood surged uncontrollably, and his already hot body heated up again.

He was so burned that double images appeared in front of his eyes, and his vision became blurred. His body lightened, and he fell to his knees without warning.

Luo Yunzhang's pupils reflected the image of Qi Wuyou falling towards him, he was half a beat behind, and suddenly stepped forward to catch Qi Wuyou.

"Master?"

He hooked Qi Wuyou's wrist, belatedly realized that Qi Wuyou's body was abnormally hot, and quickly picked him up.

Seeing this scene, several monks who arrived later stopped outside Fallen Immortal Peak, looking at the master and apprentice on the peak outside, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Nangong Li came late, and landed directly on Fallen Immortal Peak, walked quickly to the two of them, raised his sleeves to help Qi Wuyou's pulse.

Concentrating on it, suddenly a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he made a careful diagnosis again.

Luo Yunzhang was full of restlessness and uneasiness, looking at Qi Wuyou's grasped wrist, his heart was together, seeing Nan Gongli's face showed a strange expression, he suddenly asked: "What's wrong, Master?"

Nangong Li didn't answer immediately, he took out a pill from the storage bag and fed it to Qi Wuyou, Youyou said suspiciously:

"Looking at the pulse, it looks like he's been poisoned. I won't be able to tell what kind of poison it is. But I just gave him an anti-poison pill, and it can be delayed for a few hours. Little friend Luo Ruoxin I will hand him over to me, and I will find a detoxification method for him."

Qi Wuyou's face was covered with a thin layer of red, his lips were also a little bloodshot, his forehead was sweating, and his brows were neatly frowned, even in a coma, he was still restless.

Luo Yunzhang hugged him tighter, and used spiritual energy to cool him down. Seeing Qi Wuyou's brows stretched a little, he raised his head and said, "Sect Master Nangong, my master, I'm counting on you."

Nan Gongli said: "Don't worry, little friend Luo, I will do my best, please come with me to Longyin Hall."

Luo Yunzhang nodded, and flew away from Fallen Immortal Peak together with him.

The immortal cultivator who stopped in mid-air gave way, and Nangong said: "Long Yinzong, as the host of this immortal sect meeting, is not guarded strictly, and let the demon cultivator get in, causing all fellow daoists to suffer a lot of losses. I would like to make full compensation, and please go back to your residence for a short rest first, and discuss with you after finishing the urgent matters."

Everyone looked curiously at the person in Luo Yunzhang's arms.

Someone stood up and said: "It is not the wish of Sect Master Nangong to create chaos. If Sect Master Nangong did not lead the crowd to break the formation, the consequences would be disastrous. I can understand this point clearly. Sect Master Nangong can deal with important matters with peace of mind. It’s not too late to talk about it when you free up your hands.”

"Thank you for your understanding." Nangong Li clasped his hands, and together with Luo Yunzhang, he flew towards the Longyin Hall with his sword.

When the two fly away, all monks, look at me and I will look at you.

For a long time, someone asked uncertainly: "Just now, did Luo Yunzhang call that person Master?"

"Luo Yunzhang...are there any other masters?"

"I've never heard of that."

"His flower bone fan is on par with Mr. Lan Fang."

"That person came before I waited?"

"In this way, he is comparable to Lan Fangjun in the magic formation."

"Sect Master Nangong seems to be quite close to him. I remember that Lord Lan Fang and Sect Master Nangong are close friends."

……

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, the answer is already obvious, but no one can tell for sure.

After all, it is too bizarre for people to be resurrected from the dead.

The phantom array was broken, and the disciples of the Xianmen still needed to settle down. The monks who had not gone after He Lanzhou and hugged him murmured for a while, and then dispersed.