For more than ten years, Nangong Ling has been beaten, but Nangong Ling has not suffered less.

That's it.

Nangong Ling went outside to eat a stick.

In the ice and snow, the cold and hard military sticks were drawn on the skin and flesh more firmly than the stick, and there was no mercy at all. Even though Nangong Ling had the cultivation of the eighth level of the Great Soul Martial Artist to protect his body, he was still drawn to the flesh, dripping with blood, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

And Nangong Ling did not wail from beginning to end.

He was covered in cold sweat, trembling all over, his nails were digging into his palms, and he was still patient.

When the fight was over, he could no longer stand up, so he was carried back to the tent.

The black-robed high priest looked at him with gray-black eyes that had no light but shadows, and threw him a bottle of wound medicine.

Nangong Ling was immediately moved to catch it: "Thank you High Priest for the medicine!" ”

Sure enough, the high priest cared about him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have given him the Black Temple's medicine.

Apply this, at least it won't hurt your muscles and bones.

"Let's talk about it, how did Qing Tianyao lose." The black-robed high priest sat down casually in the commander's place, revealing a withered arm, his fingers just as thin, and his skin black and yellow with wrinkles.

"Because ......" Nangong Ling forcibly endured the injuries on his body, and described the entire process of the battle to the black-robed high priest in great detail.

"Are there any corpses of the burned soldiers?" The black-robed high priest decided to examine it himself.

"Yes."

Under Nangong Ling's orders, he quickly carried it up.

The black-robed high priest only glanced at it, and a pair of gray-black eyes narrowed dangerously: "Sure enough, it's a fire swallowing spell!" ”

For the understanding of the ancient curse seal, he may be a little worse than Mo Bai.

After all, they were all horror beings of the same era.

"Huh?"

Nangong Ling was stunned, "It's not a phoenix manifestation." ”

He couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

I thought I could see the legendary phoenix beast.

"In addition to the fire swallowing spell, the other party has also used other curses on the battlefield?" The black-robed high priest continued to ask.

"Yes."

Nangong Ling nodded and gave a positive answer, "The reincarnation general was caught by an extremely terrifying and vicious curse before he was captured." ”

"What curse?" The black-robed high priest's eyes darkened a little, "How vicious?" ”

"A pair of eyes of reincarnation burst on the spot, turning into two blood holes, and blood and the slurry in the eyeballs were splashed everywhere. It's just that blind. Nangong Ling thought back to that scene for a while, and couldn't help but gasp, "Reincarnation has always been a tough guy, and he was tortured to kneel down and wail endlessly, which is very miserable." ”

"Is that true?!"

The black-robed high priest stood up directly excitedly, and his voice suddenly raised several pitches, "Eyeballs bursting? Is there something like moonshine around? ”

"That's right."

Nangong Ling was a little confused, he didn't expect the high priest to react so much.

In his memory, for more than ten years, the high priest has always been the most calm and calm, never emotional, let alone agitated to the point of losing his temper, "What's wrong?" ”

The black-robed high priest floated in front of Nangong Ling, grabbed Nangong Ling's armor collar, directly lifted his entire body, and asked, "Who did that curse?" Who is in the country of Jiyu? Ah Ling, can you see clearly? If you think about it, you can't make a mistake! ”