Lin Han waited patiently for a while, but didn't find any movement, so he went to the edge of the pit to take a look.

In the half-man-deep mud puddle, a ragged teenager, probably only fourteen or fifteen years old, had fainted quietly. He was scarred and bloodstained, and even had a scar on his forehead, although he was, but in the moonlight, the side of the young man was like a lonely little wolf, cold and arrogant.

Lin Han's breathing stopped.

When he reacted, he realized that he had jumped into the mud puddle.

He picked up Ji Wei, who was unconscious on the ground, and examined his wounds with trembling hands, he had probably suffered a lot of abuse in the past few days from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and there were many scabbed wounds on his body, and the deepest wound was precisely the freshest, just in the abdomen, almost an inch long, and the blood kept pouring out, soaking his clothes.

Lin Han was so anxious that he hurriedly took off his night clothes, tore off the underwear with soft fabric inside, bandaged his wounds, and took out a few herbs given by Senior Sister Huoling from his silver boat, chewed them and applied them to the wound for him, he had never seen any injured scenes, and hurriedly treated the wound for Ji Wei, he was already in a cold sweat, and looked up with relief, and was suddenly startled.

I don't know when, Ji Biao has woken up, leaning against the earthen wall in silence, looking at himself coldly.

is obviously a young man who is no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but his eyes are more indifferent than the old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, even if Lin Han himself has described it countless times in the book and seen it with his own eyes, he is still seen coldly.

Ji Biao looked at him for a while, and suddenly pulled out the hand hidden under him and threw a dagger aside. Probably to confirm that Lin Han was no longer a threat to him, he panicked with the dagger.

Only then did Lin Han know that he was hiding his back move even when he was unconscious, and if he had just shown a little hostility, he would probably have ended his life a long time ago. This guy is a god bloodline, Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, he can't die, even if he can't die, it's still a killing machine. In the process of becoming stronger, he didn't know how many people's bones he stepped on.

But Lin Han couldn't have guessed that the first words that this killing machine qì said to himself turned out to be like this.

"Your hands are too stupid!" the young man like a little wolf cub said to Lin Han coldly: "I woke up with pain." ”

Lin Han was also unproductive, and when he said it so unknowingly, he actually felt very guilty: "I'm sorry." ”

Ji Biao didn't respond, just leaned against the earthen wall, not knowing whether he was waiting for the wound to ease a little, or looking at him.

Speaking of which, this person named Yun Han looks exactly the same as Lin Han in modern times, but his hair is longer, and because he has cultivated immortals since childhood, his hair is jet black, but his skin is snow-white, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and his eyebrows are clear. In the past, Yun Han didn't feel that he was cowering, but now that the soul inside has been replaced by Lin Han, he naturally has a bit of a bookish temperament. It seems that he has a good temper and is very gentle, just now in order to bandage Ji Wei's wounds, Lin Han untied all his clothes, and now he has a white chest.

I don't know why, Ji Biao looked at this person, and instinctively wanted to grab him, control him, or bite him to see what was under this white skin. Because of his background, he has been isolated by the children of the village, who say that he is a little monster, a beast, a wolf child who grew up drinking wolf milk. But Ji Wei usually doesn't bother to deal with them, and he has no interest in those soft children.

But this person, this person seemed as soft and fragile as those mortals, but it seemed like something was something else, something that made people feel warm. It's like the wound he bandaged Ji Biao, wrapped it tightly, making the skin around the wound feel a little too warm.

In fact, Ji Wei doesn't need to bandage his wounds at all, his physique is like this, even if it is a fatal wound, it will heal almost when he wakes up, and bandaging will hinder his movements.

But he didn't tear off the troublesome rags this time.

I don't know if it's because it's this person's bag.

"That's right," this person was looked at by Ji Wei for a while, and suddenly jumped up again, as if something big happened: "I almost forgot about this matter!"

If he was going to report to the master's sect, Ji Wei would probably have to kill him - after all, he had just killed a third-generation disciple, and if he was discovered, there should be an elder who would come and kill him.

However, it is also possible not to kill.

It's good to knock him out, drag him to the cave he found when he climbed Zhurong Peak, anyway, he was going to go to that cave to hide for a while, but it's a bit troublesome to drag someone, and his wound is probably going to crack again, so it's good to rest on the road for a day. Where to rest? This place is not at all remote and easy to find......

Ji Biao had already thought about dragging him to the cave and biting him as much as he wanted.

Lin Han didn't know how dangerous a guy he was facing, and he was still happy that he had found a way to dig out the Easy Sutra, the corners of Ji Ao's clothes were still dripping with blood, and he quickly removed Ji Ao's leg and let the blood drip onto the ground.

In the original text, it was the blood of the descendants of the Protoss in Ji Biao's body that led to the birth of the Escape.

Sure enough, as soon as the dark red blood fell to the ground, there was a faint vibration under the ground. There seemed to be a faint light coming out of the ground, Ji Wei instinctively sensed the danger like an animal and wanted to dodge, but seeing that Lin Han, the guy who seemed to him to be lying on his stomach, didn't move, he also suppressed his instinct, staring at the gradually expanding crack on the ground with a cold expression.

"Are you a demon?" Ji Biao suddenly asked.

Lin Han was taken aback by him, raised his head, and found that Ji Biao's face was not talking about the demon color change like ordinary people, and even a little excited.

He didn't know that Ji Biao was actually learning and selling, when he had just killed three generations of disciples Yun Shan, his abdomen was pierced by Yun Shan's flying sword, and he still healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yun Shan was shocked, saying that he was a demon, and only demons had spells launched with flesh and blood. Although he was pounced on by Ji Biao and twisted his neck the next moment, Ji Biao remembered his words.

Ji Biao has lived in isolation since he was a child and is regarded as a little monster. After entering the high-ranking immortal cultivation sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he did not get any recognition, but was bullied by many disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who looked like immortal wind bones, and was also scolded as a demon clan. He actually has no sense of belonging to the Immortal Cultivation Sect, and his sense of justice is even more lacking. Since Yun Shan scolded him for being a demon, he should be a demon. Anyway, the demons won't die yet, how good.

And although Lin Han was very kind to him, in his heart, he still hoped that this white, tender and clean disciple of the Heavenly Sect was related to the Demon Clan like himself, so that the two of them would be in the same faction, and there was no need to worry about Lin Han standing on the side of the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

Lin Han didn't know about his radical ideas, but Lin Han knew the secrets of the immortals and demons in this world, and because he had written Ji Biao for a few years, he instinctively felt that there was no barrier with him, so he immediately put on a parental posture to educate him and said: "In fact, the bloodline differences between immortals and demons in this world are all made up by others. In fact, there is no demon, the bloodline of gods and demons is actually the same, but standing on the side of immortal cultivators is a god, and standing on the opposite side is a demon. Now after hundreds of millions of years, the legends have all been distorted, and the gods have gathered in the ten great worlds, and these people will see some strange bloodlines and regard them as demons. ”

Ji Biao has heard a lot of great truths from famous and decent fairy winds since he was a child, and this is the first time he has heard this kind of rebellious and novel argument, and he immediately appreciates it very much, and looks at Lin Han with bright eyes.

As he spoke, the crack on the ground was already the width of his palm, and with the golden light, a meteor-like light burst out directly from the crack. Fortunately, Ji Biao's eyes were quick and he grabbed it in one fell swoop.

It was a thin scroll of scriptures, full of golden light, and the sheepskin-like body was engraved with countless dazzling patterns and ancient characters, exuding a palpitating coercion, as long as anyone who knew something about the way of cultivating immortals, they could see that this was a peerless treasure. But as soon as Ji Biao grabbed it, before he had time to be happy, he felt a huge suction force coming from the book, and the blood all over his body seemed to gather on the palm of the hand holding the book, and even the bone marrow was about to be emptied.

"Let go!" Lin Han's face changed in fright, and he hurriedly pounced on it and snatched the book. This book is an ancient artifact, and now it is in tatters, and what it needs most is the essence blood of Ji Wei, a descendant of the ancient gods, to repair itself.

The moment the book was taken off, Ji Biao also fell to the ground. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and even the wound that had stopped bleeding had worsened again, from the bandaged white briqin blood. The large and small wounds on his body were bleeding nonstop, and his face turned gray.

"How are you?" Lin Han took the Xiaoyao Sutra into his arms, and didn't dare to move him, so he could only take out the qi-replenishing pill from his body and feed him half a pill.

Ji Biao shook his head, how big he lived, although he couldn't gather aura, and as a result, he was designated as a waste by the elders of the entrance assessment, but relying on his innate physique, he had never been tossed so miserably. He had a peculiar heart, a wolf by nature, and he didn't feel afraid, but was very curious about this scripture.

"This is the Escape Sutra," Lin Han explained to him while helping him up, "I'll tell you more when we go back." ”

"Don't!" A figure flashed out from behind the Fire Palm Tree not far away, as if he was wearing the white Dao robe of the three generations of disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect: "Just say it here, I also want to know what the Easy Passage Sutra is, Senior Brother Yunhan!"