Chapter 383: Old Injuries Recur

Ouyang Jian was obviously suppressed by the powerful aura suddenly released by Meng Jiang, and he looked at Ji Luo with some panic, but Ji Luo's expression was also gloomy and terrifying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 As soon as his legs became weak, he immediately knelt on the ground, but for a while he couldn't find his ********, so he had to keep silent.

The Demon Snake and the Black Dragon were a little surprised by the current situation, and they both looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Ji Luo suddenly opened his arms, turned around, and flew out with two palms, each hitting Luoyu and Ouyang Jian in the chest, and the two of them flew out when they landed, lying on the ground and screaming in pain.

"Is that satisfied, sir?" Ji Luo had a gloomy face and squinted at Meng Jiang, Meng Jiang was not afraid, and asked with a sneer, "The Venerable wants to protect them, to put it bluntly, such a light and fluttering palm, it seems that the Venerable is not atmospheric enough!" ”

Ji Luo's hands were clenched, but between his eyebrows was extremely forbearing.

Meng Jiang looked directly at him, as if he was looking at him, and as if he was testing. Ji Luo didn't speak, Meng Jiang didn't speak, the two stood deadlocked, but the surrounding air flow was changing rapidly.

Ji Luo's strength has recovered seventy percent, and as it seems that there are few people to fight against today. However, Meng Jiang is different, although his cultivation is weak, he can control the five elements, and no one knows how powerful the power of these five elements will be.

After a while, Ji Luo suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, the Nether Sword that pierced into the ground seemed to sense the master's mood, and then trembled, suddenly rose from the ground, flew straight away and turned a corner in front of him, and actually stabbed straight at Ji Luo's chest.

The four envoys of the demon clan were all shocked, and they all struggled forward to save, but where could they have the ability to control the Netherworld Sword in Ji Luo's powerful aura.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce through, between the lightning and flint, the Netherworld Sword stopped again. The tip of the sword only pierced the black robe and cut through the skin on the chest.

Ji Luo looked at Meng Jiang who teleported past and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, he was shocked, he didn't expect the other party to be able to stop his move just now under his nose.

"His Holiness is really a person who loves his subordinates, no wonder after thousands of years, there are still people who are dead set on you!" Meng Jiang withdrew his long sword and looked at a drop of bright red blood on it, sliding down the crimson sword body.

And the Netherworld Sword was under the slide of this blood bead, slowly shining with a faint light, and the blood lingered on it, accompanied by the sound of fighting, questioning, wailing, and sighing together, as if countless pictures were floating away in this shimmer, but no one could see it clearly.

Ji Luo's body and mind were shocked, and the memories and pain of thousands of years ago seemed to reappear in front of him, flying away like a marquee, and he subconsciously raised his hand to grab something, but it was in vain.

"Shao Le!" Ji Luo let out a low cry of music.

Nameless, who was meditating, suddenly clutched his chest and fell to the ground, his whole body curled up, and he groaned in extreme pain.

At Shaman's persuasion, the three of them found a deserted forest to rest in the middle of the night. At this time, Ayin, who was jumping and playing in the forest, heard the movement sharply and immediately galloped over. Taken aback when he saw Nameless curled up on the ground, he immediately jumped up and hugged him and hurriedly shouted, "Qingqing, Qingqing, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?" Sharman, Dead Flower Demon, help! ”

Shaman, who was looking for a water source in the distance, immediately turned around and flew over when she heard Ayin's shout, and was also shocked when she saw Nameless's situation, she immediately asked Ayin to straighten Nameless's body, and her palms gathered her true qi to quickly reach Nameless's back. After a while, Nameless's pain seemed to lessen slightly, and Sharman was exhausted.

"Qingqing, Qingqing!" Ayin was about to cry in a hurry, but there was no internal force in his body to help. "Shaman, how are you, Shaman, is there anything wrong?"

Shaman shook his head weakly, "I'm fine, you take a look at Senior Brother's pulse first!" ”

When Ah Yin heard this, he hurriedly reached out, paused for a moment and said, "It's very messy, looking at the situation, there is a feeling of inner emptiness that is seriously injured and has not healed!" Aren't Qingqing's injuries all healed? ”

Ayin said as he reached out to pick up the nameless placket, and a terrifying wound appeared in front of him on his white chest. Ah Yin screamed "Ah", Shaman originally wanted to try his skills again, but when he saw Ah Yin so much, he immediately leaned over and looked over, but he couldn't help but scream.

"This, how can this be? It's already grown! ”

The chest that was stabbed by the Shadow Sword was now bloody again, and the upturned flesh was hideous and terrifying, and the blood that flowed out soaked the placket, and it was as if it were a new injury.

"Didn't that old man leave medicine?" Ayin asked anxiously.

"The medicine left by Lao Jun has been eaten, and Lao Jun said that the wound will heal after taking the medicine! How could it be, how did it become like this? ”

Ah Yin jumped to his feet angrily, "Do you still need to ask, it must be that old way deceit!" It's not even a matter of bullying me, even Qingqing won't let go! You dead old man wait for me, don't let me recover my strength, once I recover, the first one will kill the heavens and pull out your beard! ”

Shaman didn't have time to think about whether Lao Jun's medicine was true or false at the moment, "Ayin, don't scold first, it's important to help the senior brother heal his injuries first!" ”

Ayin looked at Nameless, whose face was pale and his eyes were closed, and thought for a while, "Shaman, you guard Qingqing, I'll go to the mountain over there to see if there are any herbs!" ”

"No way!" Shaman immediately stopped, "You don't have the skills, what if you encounter danger, not to mention that Senior Brother will definitely be anxious when he wakes up and can't see you!" If you want to go to collect medicine, I'll go! ”

"You're going? Do you know what medicine to take? ”

Shaman was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "You draw it for me, I'll go to the head office as it is!" ”

Ayin shook his head, "There are many kinds of herbs with the same effect, do I still want to draw them all?" Besides, I don't know what herbs are on that mountain, so I can't even prescribe a prescription if you ask me to prescribe it for you now! Okay, don't be long-winded, if I get eaten by a tiger, aren't you happy! But I warn you, until I come back, don't do anything wrong with my Qingqing! ”

Sharman glared at her with a dark line on his face, "Ayin, do you think now is the time to talk about this?" ”

Ayin pouted, "This is important!" After saying that, he reluctantly glanced at Ayin, turned around and galloped away into the distance, the three tails behind him swinging up and down with the jump.

Shaman was worried but couldn't stop it, and it was impossible to give up his name to accompany her, so he had to hope that Ayin would save the day and not have an accident.

Sharman sighed softly and looked down at Nameless, even more puzzled in his heart. Why did the wound that had already healed suddenly collapse, did Lao Jun have other plans that he hadn't told? Or, as Ayin said, the medicine he gave at the beginning had no effect at all? But Lao Jun has no reason to harm the nameless? What went wrong?

"The Nether Sword? Nether Sword? Shaman muttered in a low voice, unable to sort out anything in his mind, and finally had to give up, taking care of the nameless injury first. (To be continued.) )