Text Chapter Ninety-Three The Little Fat Man in the School Palace
The movement here was a little too big, thick and bloody and pungent, the earth was torn apart like a spider's web, the mountains under his feet were shattered, and shocking cracks appeared under his feet.
Jiu Mu's face was like gold paper, lying in the torn pit and gasping for breath, motionless, the qi and blood in his body were consumed too much, touching the source of life, making him look like he had almost run out of oil.
The black tiger finally stimulated the power of the bloodline, burned the origin, and fell into the final madness, the end was extremely terrifying, faintly touching the overlord-level level, if it wasn't for the end, the black tiger couldn't hold on, then it must be Jiumu and them who fell.
As if he was gnawing on a radish, a snow jade ginseng was sent to his mouth, and his heart was full of pity, in order to eat meat, he lost a lot of money, and a treasure medicine was gone.
It didn't take long for him to notice that there was a strong qi coming from the depths of the secret realm, it should be the Taoist master of the Xue Palace, the aura is very strong, not weaker than the black tiger in the heyday, not to mention that Jiumu was severely injured at this time, even if he met these Taoist masters in the heyday of Jiumu, he had to take a detour.
"How did you come so fast?" The energy in the body didn't have time to digest, and the powerful aura had already swept over like a terrifying wave.
The glow was surging, the bright glow was a little spicy, no, a little dazzling, and the Taoist robe on the person in the light was torn, most of his skin was exposed, and his expression was full of exhaustion.
Jiumu, a bloody man, was lying there, his injuries were somewhat serious, and looking at the body torn by the black tiger, if it was an ordinary person, he would have already lost his life.
In addition to looking a little worse, Jiu Mu still had plenty of vitality, and the Taoist master looked at Jiu Mu.
Immediately, his heart tightened, Jiu Mu secretly contained the essence of the dissolution, ready to shoot at any time, although the Taoist Master of the School Palace in front of him looked embarrassed, but he was not injured at all, at this time Jiu Mu was not an opponent at all, only with the last energy, a little resistance, and then let Xiao Si carry him away.
The Taoist master glanced at him a little strangely, his eyebrows frowned slightly, he saw those broken corpses, which had long since lost the appearance of people, and looked at this place again.
Everywhere there are traces left by the great war, full of devastation, the mountains have been blown up, and there is a residual terrible aura surging again, looking at the blood pool, the blood jade ancient tree is surrounded by mud splashes, which are the traces left by the rough plucking.
The black tiger is gone, the blood jade ancient tree is gone, and there is still the residual breath of the strong here, and the Taoist master's face is gloomy and very unsightly.
"Heal him and bring him home. ”
His tone was very heavy, obviously so many Academy Palace disciples had died here, which made him feel upset, and the most important thing was that the Blood Jade Ancient Tree was still missing, although it was not a big deal, but it was still a pity, although I didn't know what level of elixir that thing was, but it could be guarded by the Black Tiger, which showed that it was extraordinary.
This group of people are carrying backpacks of different sizes on their backs, which are all plants and trees in this secret realm, and there are even some better, and there are a few elixirs in the backpacks that are not too strong.
A little fat man looked left and right, and suddenly frowned, cried and mourned, and walked towards Jiumu.
"Three pills of lark, I only have one left, it's easy for me, I have to post it upside down if I don't catch anything in the secret realm. ”
The little fat man trembled, took out a pill bottle from his arms, and hesitated with a faint medicinal fragrance.
As soon as he heard that there was an elixir to eat, regardless of whether it was good or bad, Jiu Mu opened his mouth very cooperatively, waiting for the little fat man's elixir.
A group of people were not surprised, there was no surprise, and they were even a little envious of Jiu Mu being able to survive like this, that pill was obviously a good thing.
When the little fat man saw Jiu Mu's crying face like this, he drooped more and more, his eyes were full of grievances, but the Taoist master gradually became impatient.
As those altars continue to appear, the entire Qingyang Domain is becoming more and more chaotic, with turbulent undercurrents, strong people constantly appearing, bursting out with terrifying strength, and even news of the destruction of the great clan continues to come, making this turmoil even more terrifying.
Now that the real Hundred Herbs Garden has opened, it has attracted many heavenly beings, and even powerful creatures have come together, and the taboo appearance in the Hundred Herbs Garden makes people feel even more uneasy, I heard that there are many strong people who died in the depths of the Hundred Herbs Garden.
It is rumored that there is a holy relic appearing there, which is enough to make countless powerful beings fall into madness, and only then will there be a scene of the creatures of the school palace wanting to loot the small secret realm.
Jiu Mu waited for feeding with his mouth wide open at this time, not daring to make the slightest move, these people thought that he was a disciple of the Xue Palace, so it was really good to be fake, who let him not be able to provoke this Taoist master at this time.
"Boy, my last lark pill, my last pill pill, I, I," the little fat man was about to cry, watching Jiu Mu grit his teeth, as if he wanted to swallow Jiu Mu alive, and finally closed his eyes, and his fat hand grabbed the pill and roughly stuffed it into Jiu Mu's mouth.
As if something was broken, the little fat man squatted on the ground and sobbed, the effect of this lark elixir was still good, at least a little sweet, like eating jelly beans, no crunchy.
He blinked, looking a little innocent, which made the little fat man more and more angry.
"Shameless, how can you be so shameless...... Hmmm?!this is ......"
The treasure medicine was absorbed in Jiumu's body, and it could no longer be restrained from nourishing the body, and those wounds that were still bleeding quickly healed, this scene made the little fat man's eyes kick, a little unbelievable.
"What's going on?" the little fat man murmured, a little puzzled.
The rest of the disciples had already left, leaving the back of their heads to them.
"Maybe the effect of the medicine is better!" Jiu Mu's voice was hoarse, he was really a little embarrassed, this body seemed to be getting better a little too quickly.
"This is the scent of ginseng?" The little fat man's eyes narrowed, and before Jiu Mu's complexion changed, he immediately cried, "It's over, my lark elixir!"
Jiumu felt distressed when he heard it, as if he had been stripped of flesh in his heart.
There was a false alarm, he thought that the little fat man had noticed something, it turned out that he was distressed by the Bailing Pill, Jiu Mu rolled his eyes, and fell straight down, as if he heard crying again in a daze, and then fell asleep peacefully, this battle was too tiring.
Narrowly escaped from the hands of the forbidden creature, suffered a heavy blow, and then broke out such a big battle with the black tiger, and met the Taoist master of the school palace in fear, and fell asleep under all kinds of stimulation.
In the Hundred Herbs Garden, a shadow quickly broke through the sky, and it could be seen that it was already very weak, but the erected eye was terrifying.
Its eyes opened and closed, looking into the void, cold and ruthless, like a god looking down on all beings.