Wen Xuan's body had just recovered some of his spiritual power, and at this time, the venom flowed down his throat, and wherever it flowed, it was in severe pain. In an instant, Wen Xuan's face was already black.

Meng Jia said at this time: "Childe, why don't you bother to smell Xuan, it's better to quickly tell where Linghua is, so that he can suffer less." ”

Wen Xuan couldn't help but shout bitterly: "Put away your face! It turns out that the Boling Cui clan and the Huayin Meng clan have long been in collusion with the Hanshan Li clan!"

Li Zhen said: "You know too late, Sect Master Wen, you are about to die, this time it is that son who gives you all the spiritual power, and you will not be able to live." ”

Wen Xuan twitched a few times because of the pain, but he still smiled and said, "Sect Master Li, let's make a bet, you won't succeed." ”

Li Zhen also smiled, "My Li clan was glorious all over the world a hundred years ago, Boling Cui clan and Huayin Meng clan wish the Li clan a helping hand to build a great cause, why not, besides, Sect Master Wen, let you die clearly, ten years ago, Hanshan Li clan, Boling Cui clan, and Huayin Meng clan have already formed an alliance, if it weren't for the old sect master of Huayin Meng's family, ten years ago, the world would have been the three of us." ”

Wen Xuan spit out a mouthful of black blood, "My father, uncle's death, are you all participating!"

Meng Jia said: "Sect Master Wen think about it, absorbing the life span of a monk to continue his life is the mastery of the Li clan in Hanshan, it is the father of the family who asked your father and uncle to go to Huashan to talk together, and it is the Boling Cui clan who provides poison powder for assassination, you say, do we have a share?"

With that, everyone laughed.

Wen Xuan's tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, leaving tears like earthworms, but he still smiled and said: "Ten years ago, you were defeated, and this time, you will not be able to do so!"

When the young man saw Wen Xuan's tears, he pierced his heart like a sharp spine, blocked the flying sword's sword with his bare hands, and turned around and came to Wen Xuan's side despite the arm that was scratched by the sword.

Blood dripped down the young man's sleeve, "clicking" downward, and Wen Xuan said, "Childe, you are injured." Childe, I'm sorry, the baby couldn't be saved. ”

The boy shook his head, his frowning brow not opening. He also put his hand on Wen Xuan's palm, conveying spiritual power.

The flying owl followed the boy and put the knife on the boy's neck again.

Li Zhen said: "What a sympathy, son, let's tell Linghua's whereabouts, and I'll send you away." ”

Wen Xuan's expression was extremely gentle, and he looked at the young man and said, "Childe, it's useless, don't give me any more spiritual power." ”

At this time, a blue-faced man hurriedly came from outside the hall, but he stood at the door and did not come in. Cui Yanshu saw it and walked over.

In an instant, Cui Yanshu walked to Li Zhen's side with a happy face, and whispered in Li Zhen's ear, after Li Zhen listened, he was overjoyed, and his face was radiant for a while, and he said loudly: "Yichen, Jingyao, we are about to do great things!"

When Cui Yichen and Meng Jia heard this, they were also overjoyed, and immediately stood up and said, "Congratulations to Sect Master Li!"

Li Zhen said with high interest: "Let's go see the medicine man first, this kid's Linghua, we also have to take it as soon as possible!"

"Li Zitong, you stay here and watch them, and we'll go back as soon as we go. ”

Li Zitong sent him off, and the group walked out with Li Zhen.

The young man tried his best to transmit spiritual power to Wen Xuan's body, but Wen Xuan's face became darker and darker, and even his eyes were covered with a layer of black puffs.

Li Zitong said in a weird manner beside him: "Doll, the one who is lying down, don't do it, don't waste your spiritual power anymore." ”

With the young man's spiritual power, the severe pain in Wen Xuan's body was relieved a lot.

Wen Xuan gathered his strength and looked at Li Zidao: "Where are Zhu Xue and Qingyin?"

Li Zitong smiled and said: "You doll is so funny, you are going to die, and you still care about others......!"

Wen Xuan said again: "That's my business, don't bother you, what did you do with Zhu Xue and Qingyin?"

Li Zidao: "Those two dolls are also very interesting, how can I bear to kill them, besides, if they die, who will I go to play?"

After hearing this, Wen Xuan and the young man glanced at each other, and each other was relieved.

When Wen Xuan heard Li Zitong's words, he had an idea and said, "Old man, I'm dying anyway, let's make a game?"

When Li Zitong heard that there was a game to play, he was very happy and hurriedly asked, "How to play?"

Wen Xuan said: "Haven't you lived for a long time?

Li Zidao: "My Hanshan Li clan was born as a craftsman back then, and there is no problem in building houses and roads. Formation, although I have lived for a long time, I only know a little bit about it. ”

Wen Xuan said: "Oh, Hanshan Li is really a craftsman, no wonder ......"

"Old man, do you dare to compete with the two of us?"

Li Zitong hesitated: "Can you compare something else?"

Wen Xuan said: "I'm afraid! I know you don't dare to compare, coward!"

Li Zitong jumped up, "It's better than that, I've lived a hundred years old, and I'm afraid that you two villains won't make it!"

Wen Xuan was surprised: "You have lived for so long? Oh, we have to be careful, don't be compared to you." ”

Li Zitong was a little proud when he heard Wen Xuan's words, and said, "How can you compare?"

Wen Xuan said: "I can't move, so let this son and you draw a formation at the same time, whoever has a useful formation will win, how?"

Li Zitong listened and waved his hand: "This is too easy!"

A sharp pain came from his abdomen, Wen Xuan was so painful that he almost fainted again, the young man's hand kept covering Wen Xuan's palm, but Wen Xuan motioned to the young man with his eyes to draw a formation.

Thirteen years ago, when Li discovered the evil art of absorbing the life span of civilians, Li Zitong was already ninety years old, with a pale face and gray hair. Now Li Zitong looks like a young man, and he also relies on absorbing the life of others, and he is neither dead nor immortal, although his spiritual power and spells are only a handful in the Hanshan Li style, but his temperament has become an old child.

At this time, Li Zitong had already drawn a formation on the ground seriously, the young man removed his hand from Wen Xuan's palm, glanced at Wen Xuan again, and then drew a formation on the ground next to Wen Xuan.

The spiritual power in the young man's body was still surging at this moment, and the surging spiritual power was quickly injected into the shapeshifting array, and the young man turned his eyes slightly, seeing that Li Zitong was still concentrating on drawing the formation, he quickly picked up Wen Xuan and jumped into the formation.

The broken bones around Wen Xuan's body were hugged by the young man, and there was a clicking sound, and severe pain came from all over his body, and the pain made Wen Xuan tremble and twitch constantly.

The young man felt the strangeness of Wen Xuan in his arms, looked at Wen Xuan's eyes, and Wen Xuan smiled, "Childe, I'm fine." ”

The sound of the wind in his ears flickered, and Wen Xuan was in the young man's arms, snuggling up to the young man's warm body temperature, thinking, "In this life, it's okay to die like this." ”

After a cup of tea, the young man fell out of the shapeshifting array with Wen Xuan in his arms.

Wen Xuan was hit by the violent shaking and hit his whole body with another sharp pain, and he couldn't help but moan. The boy laid him on the ground, took off his robe, and lightly covered him.

Wen Xuan looked around, and was surprised to find that he was lying on the platform of Cui's water prison, and asked, "Childe, I thought you would take me back to Wenshan, why did you bring me to Cui's water prison?"