"With such a strong sword intent, and in this Kunlun Secret Realm, could it be a Dead Wood Daoist?" Jiang Xiaobai secretly guessed.

"What's going on over there?" asked Tamako.

Although he and Yuqing also sensed the aura not far away, their cultivation was too low to be clearly felt.

"It may be a Deadwood Daoist, let's go over and take a look!"

"Okay, let's go!"

Although the Deadwood Daoist is a disciple of the Wudang Sect, they are also fellow Daoists, and if they meet, they will still lend a hand.

Because there were no too powerful beasts at the foot of the sacred mountain, Jiang Xiaobai and the others did not restrain their breath, but ran at full speed, and soon arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

"Third Senior Brother!"

Before they met, Jiang Xiaobai heard an angry roar, followed by a burst of sword qi.

"Sure enough, it's a deadwood Daoist! Hold on, I'm coming!" Jiang Xiaobai flicked his legs, sassy like a meteor, and rushed over.

In the middle of the battlefield, the dead wood Taoist was dressed in tattered robes, with no less than ten large and small scars on his body, his breath was sluggish, and the whole person completely lost his previous elegant demeanor.

Behind him, a small Taoist priest who was also wearing a Wudang Mountain Taoist robe lay on the ground, motionless, and in his lower abdomen, a bowl-sized scar was extremely hideous.

The deadwood Taoist was holding the withered pine sword, his face was choked, the battle just now had almost consumed the true qi in his body, and his junior disciples had been killed by the tree demon, it seemed that he would not be able to escape this catastrophe today.

"Dryad, if you kill my junior brother, even if you die, I will also let you bury my junior brother!"

The withered pine Dao man was ruthless, and used the last trace of mana to rush towards a hundred-meter-high tree in front of him, and in the dantian, a golden pill swelled violently.

"Deadwood Daoist, I'm here to help you!"

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai rushed from a distance, he saw that the deadwood Taoist looked like he wanted to blow himself up, and hurriedly shouted.

"Jade Daoyou, you're actually here!"

The Deadwood Daoist hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up the idea of blowing himself up and dying with the dryad.

However, he stopped, but the dryad did not let him go, and a rattan was as tight as a steel spear, stabbing into the chest of the deadwood Taoist.

"Break it for me!"

Jiang Xiaobai let out a loud shout, and the seven-star dragon yuan in his hand shot out a brilliant sword light, and with one sword, he cut the steel spear-like rattan into two pieces.

"Buzz!"

Jumu's body shook, shifted the target of the attack, and attacked in the direction of Jiang Xiaobai, shooting out hundreds of rattans in an instant.

"Hmph, the big dryad can't deal with it, can't I take your little dryad to relieve my anger?"

As soon as he approached the battlefield, he found that it was probably too close to the Divine Mountain, and this tree demon cultivation was not very strong, so he just used it to practice his hands, and see how strong the new swordsmanship he created after comprehending the Qinglian Sword Song and the Dead Wood Fengchun.

"Look at me returning to the sect with ten thousand swords!"

Uh~ cough cough, that's right, Jiang Xiaobai gave his sword a very roaring name, called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect!

Although the name is middle two, the power is indeed extraordinary, just like the effect of a sci-fi blockbuster, hundreds of golden sword qi volleyed and slashed, stirring the dryad's rattan into sawdust, and then pierced into the dryad's body.

"Roar!"

The dryad was slashed by the golden sword qi, and sword marks that penetrated deep into the heart of the tree appeared on its body, and in those sword marks, dark yellow juice flowed out.

"Don't die yet, eat me again!"

It's hundreds of sword qi again!

At this time, the Dryad finally stopped eating completely, and for the second time, hundreds of sword qi concentrated on the root of the Dryad, cutting it off at the waist, and collapsed in a tooth-souring "squeak" sound.

"Deadwood Daoyou, I'm okay, are you?" Jiang Xiaobai helped him.

The Deadwood Daoist shook his head: "I'm fine, it's just that my third junior brother Huijing was given a ...... by the Dryad Hey!"

"Oh, Huijing Daoist is injured, let me see!"

Yu Zhenzi and Yu Qingzi arrived, and Jiang Xiaobai temporarily handed over the deadwood Daoist to their care.

After checking the injuries on Huijing's body, in addition to some internal organ shock injuries, the penetrating wound in the lower abdomen is the most fatal, as we all know, the dantian is located in the lower abdomen, and Huijing is equivalent to the dantian has been destroyed!

"How is it, Jade Daoist, is there any salvation?" After a short period of pranayama, the Deadwood Daoist was already able to barely walk.

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head.

The dead wood Taoist showed a sad look on his face: "Hey, it's okay, junior brother, he will have this calamity after all, and he has to trouble Daoist friends to find a place with good feng shui, bury the junior brother, and let him be buried in the ground!"

"Don't worry, I shook my head not to say that he is not saved, he can be saved, but his dantian has been penetrated, even if he is rescued, it is difficult to keep his cultivation!" Jiang Xiaobai said.

"Ah, can it really be saved? Then trouble Jade Daoist, no matter what, save his life!" Kusong Daoren's face was happy, and then he solemnly bowed to Jiang Xiaobai.

"You're welcome, I won't die without help!"

It's still the same recipe, it's still a familiar taste! A pack of Jingyuan medicinal powder went down to his stomach and directly pulled Huijing back from the ghost gate.

After a long time, Huijing opened his eyes.

"Brother, I'm not dead, where am I?"

The first time Huijing woke up, he saw the withered pine people around him, and then looked around and found that he was in a cave.

"Don't worry, Huijing, you didn't die, it was the three Daoists from the Qingcheng Sect who rescued us in time!" said the Deadwood Daoist.

"Thank you, three fellow Daoists!" said the little fat man who struggled to sit up.

Jiang Xiaobai grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back: "You better lie down first, in your state, it's good to be able to save it, don't move, if you don't recover well, you will leave sequelae!"

"Yes, listen to Jade Daoist!" said the Deadwood Daoist.

Confirming that his junior brother was alive, the Deadwood Daoist also breathed a sigh of relief, and sat cross-legged on the side to continue to recover.

The second night after coming to the Kunlun Secret Realm, it came down so slowly, but fortunately, he had arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain, and he also saved the two brothers of Deadwood Huijing, but I don't know what happened to Zhang Xianyuan's unlucky child, alone, he won't be swallowed by any monster, right?

"By the way, Dead Wood Daoist, how did you come to the Divine Mountain?" Jiang Xiaobai asked, he felt that with the Dead Wood Ning Dan, plus a Hui Jing who was at most a high-grade foundation, and did not have his own special ability to fly to the sky, it should be difficult to avoid the hunting of those fierce birds and beasts.

Hearing Jiang Xiaobai's question, the Deadwood Daoist said, "It's not a secret, after my junior brother and I entered the secret realm, we found ourselves not far from the Divine Mountain as soon as we landed!"

Jiang Xiaobai listened, and then thought that the three of them had worked hard to get here, and suddenly they were Spartan, the birth point of feelings was still random, as soon as they entered the Kunlun Secret Realm, they fell near the sacred mountain, could it be said that the dead wood is the real chosen son?

(End of chapter)