Wu Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and replied, "No." www.biquge.info81Δ"

"Thank you." Yang Banxian showed a smile on his face, and helped Yang Chengzong to turn around and walk down the mountain.

Wu Zhiyuan stepped forward to help Zhang Zefang up, but Zhang Zefang struggled to stand up by himself, and his eyes kept on Wu Zhiyuan.

Before Wu Zhiyuan could speak, Zhang Zeyi hurriedly grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's right hand and looked at it, his face suddenly changed, he tore off Wu Zhiyuan's clothes, his face showed a look of despair, he saw that the skin on Wu Zhiyuan's chest had all turned black and brown, covering the entire upper body, and only his left arm was still normal color.

"Zhiyuan, you ......" Zhang Zefang wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, he suddenly had tears in his eyes, beating his chest, in his eyes, Wu Zhiyuan was like his own son, and now seeing Wu Zhiyuan like this, he had a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

"Master." Wu Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, at this moment, he seemed to see death in front of him, and his whole body felt a little lighter, the only thing in this world that he couldn't let go of was his parents and lovers, I don't know what will happen to these most important people in his life after he dies like this.

"Zhiyuan, quick, I'll carry you, I'll carry you to the Danfang, your master has an antidote pill, very ......" Zhang Zefang said, then put Wu Zhiyuan's hands on his shoulders, and bent down to carry Wu Zhiyuan up the mountain, but he was wounded by gunshot wounds in his hands and feet, and he had no strength to carry Wu Zhiyuan on his back.

Zhang Zefang struggled to get up, helped Wu Zhiyuan up and looked at it, Wu Zhiyuan had already closed his eyes tightly and was unresponsive.

Zhang Zefang's whole body trembled, his trembling hand poked in front of Wu Zhiyuan's nose, and the whole person sat on the ground with a look of horror and despair.

"What else are you looking at? Carry him to the Dan room! Zhang Zefang was unwilling to accept the fact that Wu Zhiyuan had passed away, so he shouted madly to the disciples of the Black Descending Sect who were stunned.

Hearing this, those disciples of the Black Descent Sect came back to their senses, rushed over together, lifted Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Zefang on their backs, and ran quickly towards the mountain.

Zhang Zefang was carried by everyone and walked in front, looking back at Wu Zhiyuan behind him from time to time, only then he tested that Wu Zhiyuan only had a faint breath, although he was unwilling to accept the reality that Wu Zhiyuan's life was dying, but he still couldn't prevent the venom from gradually eroding Wu Zhiyuan's remaining life.

The Maoshan sect has a total of more than 200 Taoist temples, and there are more than 5,000 houses in total, which are collectively called Maoshan Taoist Courtyard, and the area is also extremely broad, so when the disciples of the Black Descending Sect feel outside the Danfang under the guidance of Zhang Zefang, it is already after a stick of incense.

Everyone hurriedly carried Wu Zhiyuan into the Dan room, Zhang Zefang hurriedly went to test Wu Zhiyuan's pulse, and now there was no pulse, only then did he remember that the venom had flowed all over his body, and hurriedly tried Wu Zhiyuan's snort, and was suddenly shocked, he was now Wu Zhiyuan's remaining faint breath has completely disappeared, that is to say, Wu Zhiyuan has lost his vital signs at this time.

Zhang Zefang's heart was cold, and an unconcealable sadness welled up in his heart, he sat on the ground as if he had lost his soul, looking at Wu Zhiyuan's black body in a daze.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, are you alright?" The young disciple of the Black Descending Sect before saw Zhang Zefang's expression and asked.

Zhang Zefang shook his head blankly, and slowly put Wu Zhiyuan down, wanting him to lie flat on the ground.

Just when Zhang Zefang pulled his hand out from under the back of Wu Zhiyuan's neck, he suddenly felt that the back of Wu Zhiyuan's neck was still hot, which meant that his body was still warm.

Zhang Zefang was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly put Wu Zhiyuan down, about to stand up and get the life-sustaining pill, at this moment, a black thing fell out of Wu Zhiyuan's pocket and rolled around on the ground before stopping.

Zhang Zefang saw the thing on the ground, sighed in his heart, bent down and picked up the thing, put it in front of his eyes and took a closer look, it was actually a black Ganoderma lucidum, the Lingzhi is not big, but the color is bright, and there is a glaze-like brilliance, which is excellent at a glance.

Looking at the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, Zhang Zefang suddenly remembered the legend of Zuo Ci Immortal Yuan Fang who met Sanmao Zhenjun after entering Huayang Cave, Sanmao Zhenjun gave Yuan Fang three Ganoderma lucidum of different colors, and Yuan Fang took the three Ganoderma lucidum, and since then it has never appeared outside the world.

"Yuanfang was outside Huayang Cave when he bowed, the door of the cave opened by itself, and Zhiyuan also opened the door of the cave after knocking, could it be that Zhiyuan also got the Ganoderma lucidum given by the ancestor of Sanmao, but he himself didn't know?" Zhang Zefang said secretly in his heart.

With this in mind, he hurriedly picked up Wu Zhiyuan and touched his jacket pocket, and sure enough, he took out two more Ganoderma lucidum from his right pocket, one red and one yellow.

These two Ganoderma lucidum trees also shimmer with glass-like brilliance, faintly revealing a fairy aura, and at a glance you can see that they are not mortal.

Looking at the three Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, Zhang Zefang remembered that when he was in the Impermanence Hall in the place of impermanence, Wu Zhiyuan stuffed the last three remaining nest heads into his jacket pocket, but now there are only these three Ganoderma lucidum in his pocket, and there are no nest heads.

"Could it be that those three nests are actually these three Ganoderma lucidum?" Zhang Zefang guessed in his heart, if this was the case, would the short and fat old man who gave Wu Zhiyuan's nest head at that time be one of the three Mao ancestors?

Looking at the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, Zhang Zefang suddenly thought about whether this immortal thing in the world could cure the poison in Wu Zhiyuan, at this time Wu Zhiyuan had no breath, only his body was warm, and these three Lingzhi trees were obviously the only hope.

Zhang Zefang no longer hesitated, picked up the black Ganoderma lucidum casually, broke the umbrella cover into several pieces, opened Wu Zhiyuan's mouth and stuffed it in one by one.

Ganoderma lucidum seemed to melt in his mouth, Wu Zhiyuan's throat moved up and down, as if swallowing a mouthful of water, and then, a surprising scene was born, only to see that Wu Zhiyuan's skin color began to change slowly, gradually changing from dark brown to gray, then brown, and finally to normal color.

The onlookers suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and they were all stunned by the detoxifying effect of this black lingzhi.

Wu Zhiyuan's chest gradually rose and fell, his breathing began to become heavy, his face gradually became ruddy and full, his forehead was faintly oily, and his complexion was more radiant than before the poisoning, but his eyes were still closed and he did not wake up.

Zhang Zefang grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's wrist and tried his pulse, and the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

"Dao Chief, is he okay with the door master?" A Black Descending Sect disciple asked.

"It's okay, he just needs a little time to get used to, you carry him over there to the grass and let him rest." Zhang Zefang stretched out his finger and pointed to the grass collapse in the east, which was the only place in the Dan room where he could rest, and it was the resting place of the Taoist priests who made alchemy.

Everyone hurriedly and carefully lifted Wu Zhiyuan to the grass, for fear of waking him up, and after settling down, everyone quietly withdrew from the Dan room and rested in the open space outside the Dan room.

Zhang Zefang took out a bottle of Jinchuang medicine from the pill shelf, then leaned his back against the pill furnace, unbuttoned his shirt, and poured the medicine powder on the wounds on his shoulder and foot respectively, Yang Chengzong's bullet passed through the sole of his foot and then entered the shoulder, so the bullet was still in the shoulder, and he couldn't take it out by himself, so he had to find a disciple of the Maoshan faction who was specifically responsible for healing.

There are more than 1,000 disciples of the Maoshan faction, but the fire in Yuchenguan was destroyed, and the smoke was billowing out, but there were not a few Maoshan disciples who showed up to compete with Jin Zhuni, and even from Yuchenguan to the Danfang, Zhang Zefang did not see a single Maoshan disciple, and he didn't understand what the reason was.

Could it be that the other Maoshan disciples were all killed by Jin Zhuni?

Zhang Zefang was thinking about it for a while, when he suddenly heard a few low coughs from the direction of the grass collapse on the east side, and he hurriedly raised his head to look at the grass collapse.