The thunder and rain in this battle ended hastily.

At the beginning of the battle, the big yellow dog was domineering and had the upper hand, and even destroyed the silk, but the battle was only sharp teeth and claws, fast as the wind, and once the high-skilled Taoist cast Taoist spells, he immediately fell into the wind. Because this imperial sword has been out of the realm of ordinary swordsmanship and has risen to the realm of spells, it cannot be measured by common sense.

But even the Daomen's supreme sword technique failed to directly break through the Yellow Dog's defense, and a kick on the hilt of the sword was the last straw that crushed the camel. The high-level Daoist is even more sure that this demon beast has just turned on its spiritual wisdom by accident, because it has not been inherited, so it can't perform demon magic, and it doesn't know how to deal with spells.

But it was still not to be underestimated! The gaze of that demon beast could shake its Dao heart, and it obviously possessed extremely strong spiritual power. The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, first wait and see what tricks it can make. If it is a dying counterattack, there is no need to fight hard.

It seems logical for a high-level Daoist to think so, but he doesn't know that because his mellow and flawless Dao heart has cracked and he has lost the courage to move forward, he will hide a trace of fear of the big yellow dog and find a reason for his retreat. Therefore, he also forgot that if the things of the world were not extinguished in the first place, unless the coffin was closed, there would always be a probability of change. It won't be long before he regrets his decision.

Gao Gong Taoist hesitated to look more than 20 meters away, only to see that the dog stood taller than an ordinary adult, with fluffy hair and a huge head, and was as powerful as a lion, but now his breath was weak, his complexion was wilted, and the red light in his eyes was dim and scattered, and he was already a candle fluttering in the wind and rain. The boy cried "Rhubarb" while desperately pressing the bloody hole in the back of the demon dog's chest with his two palms, trying in vain to stop the bubbling blood.

Man Jianghong desperately pressed the rhubarb wound, and saw that the blood dripping from his wrist began to decrease significantly, so he worked harder, and felt the subtle changes under his palm with his heart. Suddenly, it was as if a loud sound of the sky and the earth were cracking, and the whole person was moved into another dimension.

He saw a deep night sky in all directions, empty, full of stars like fireflies.

The flow of these stars was very regular, and they were rushing to two opposite places, and above them was a sea of light. The stars are anxiously transmitting some kind of information with light waves, very simple and simple, as if people are whispering in their sleep, and as if they are inadvertently revealing a faint emotion. One or two pieces of information have no special significance, but thousands of pieces of information are gathered together to form two clear instructions, the first means to save the injured body, and the second means to break out of the body!

Especially as soon as the second command came out, the communication between the stars was silent, and a resolute and pathetic mood suddenly filled the entire space. A moment later, the starlight dimmed, and a third complex and vague message came out weakly, not a command, but a hesitant question.

If the body dies, we will perish, and if we break out, we will also perish. My lord is still young, who will protect him?

Man Jianghong was very strange and instantly understood the meaning of the communication between the stars, looked down at his body but did not find his torso, as if he was just a thought here, and then looked around, it felt like he was in an empty object.

If you leave a little bit, you can see it clearly.

As soon as he thought about it, he noticed that there was a distance between him and the stars, and he saw the skeleton of a dog standing up to the sky.

This skeleton is bright white, and the body is densely covered with light spots, and the phantoms attached to the surrounding area should be flesh and skin, and the blood vessels and meridians can also be distinguished from the shape. There are only scattered spots of light on the fur, there are obviously more points of light in the muscles, there are more points of light in the blood than in the muscles, there are more points of light in the meridians than in the blood, and the points of light in the skull are as dense as stars like a sea of light, and they are going down the meridians, hurriedly going to several places.

A huge hole appeared in the dog's body, and the two wounds on the front chest and back began to heal under the desperate blocking of the light spots, and some white silk thread-like light spots wrapped around the hole were stubbornly destroying and penetrating the body, but they were already collapsed under the devouring of the light spots.

The fatal part was the penetrating wound to the heart. The heart is a pump of blood, and the blood flow is turbulent, and it is very difficult for the light spots to close the wound. The heart itself is bleeding, and the spots of light block the blood supply to the heart and cause it to fail. However, if it is not sealed, the extravasation of blood will wash away the wound and make it difficult to heal. The heart itself has a cavity, which causes the blood pressure pumped throughout the body to drop dramatically, and the blood flow is disturbed. Some organs are already on the verge of failure due to ischemia, and their color is getting lighter and lighter, and they are almost gone.

The key to success or failure in this life-and-death "disaster relief" lies in speed. Not only should the wound of the heart not heal and the vital organs should not be irreversibly necrosis, but the heart should be resuscitated.

Is this the rhubarb? The rhubarb, which has accompanied him since he was born, has never left his 100-meter distance since he was born!

What are those points of light? Why do you feel so familiar, so familiar that you feel like you're connected by blood!

The rapidly flowing dots of light suddenly stopped.

There was no one to command, and the points of light as dense as the stars suddenly stopped. It was as if at the scene of the flood fighting and rescue when the thousand-mile embankment was about to collapse, and suddenly saw a god descending from the sky, and the ant-like crowd who were struggling in vain were frozen by the huge shock and stared at the sky.

"Boom", a moment later, the sea of light boiled, all the still points of light trembled in place, and the light soared.

Man Jianghong felt that thousands of eyes converged on him, thousands of emotions lingered around him, thousands of shouts vented all the desolation, grief, indignation, unyielding, struggle, despair, and thousands of joys filled his heart. It is as if the sun reigns on the earth after a thousand years of dark night, and all things that have withered and decayed suddenly burst into vitality.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, although he had no body, he was already choking in his throat and tears were raining down.

With a thought in his mind, he quickly entered Rhubarb's body. There is no body, but the thousands of points of light seem to be limbs, like arms that make the fingers round and wishful. As he thought, countless points of light converged into two condensed pillars of light, pinching the wound of the heart like fingers, and the other points of light converged into silk threads to shuttle through the wound for suturing, and more points of light were wrapped and drove blood to flow all over the body. It turned out that the white light spots that destroyed the body were the true qi infused by the high-level Daoists, and they were originally invincible, but they were quickly cleared under the encirclement and suppression.

As the wound is sutured, blood flow gradually normalizes, and organs throughout the body begin to recover. At this critical moment, as long as there are no more blows, victory can be expected.

What's going on out there?

As soon as Man Jianghong's heart moved, he found that he was still standing on the riverbank and pressing the chest and back of the rhubarb, and the experience seemed to have no time to pass in the real world, like an illusion generated by a flash of thought. It's like a dream, and when you wake up, it's vivid, and it's blurred in the blink of an eye.

The wind rose again, blowing the yellow dog's hair over the boy's face. The old Taoist priest stared at the boy and the dog with a suspicious frown, feeling as if he had lost an important opportunity, and the demon beast had signs of dead wood spring. He took a cautious step forward, but suddenly heard a loud "rumbling" and a dense gunfire coming from the river several miles away, so he stopped and turned his head to look back.

Rhubarb, come on!

Man Jianghong put his ear to Rhubarb's shoulder and heard a low "bang, bang", which was when the heart began to recover slowly and tenaciously. Although he couldn't sense the condition in Rhubarb's body, the situation improved significantly, and at the same time, at the place where he pressed the palm of his hand, a steady stream of heat entered his body and turned around, going straight to his brain along his spine, disappearing without a trace, as if there was a huge black hole there. After being washed by that hot current, Man Jianghong's tired spirit was lifted, his sore muscles were full of strength, and his body was so light that it seemed to be able to float.

This hot current should be those points of light, and what are the points of light? Is this a way to wash the marrow of the I Ching? Could it be that he can kill the hateful old man in front of him with one punch!

The boy speculated.

The high-level Daoist only turned his head and glanced in the direction of the mouth of the lake, then turned around, cautiously took another step forward, and suddenly disappeared in place, and his figure retreated three meters.

"Slap", with a sharp gunshot, the bullet hit the position where the high-level Taoist was standing, and the dust flew up.

A man ran down the embankment crookedly.

Another gunshot rang out, and the high-powered Taoist took another step back.

Zhu Fugui almost became a bloody man, staggered and rushed between Gao Gong and Man Jianghong, and knelt on the ground before he could close his momentum, raising his hand and shooting three times.

The high-powered Taoist no longer retreated, the first shot shook to the left, the second shot flashed right, but when the third shot was not dodged, he raised his left hand and grabbed it forward, and a circle of ripples suddenly brushed through the sleeve.

"The benefits of firearms, but that's it!"

With a cold snort from the high-level martial artist, a yellow bullet fell from his left fist.

The blood in Zhu Fugui's body was about to run out, and he was facing a worldly master who was as powerful as an immortal, even though it was a summer night, he still felt very cold. He coughed violently for a while and then stood up, threw away the empty gun very shamefully, with a helpless wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and bowed down to give a big salute, saying:

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and mercy on moths does not light lamps. The kid offended the real person, and he wanted to kill him or leave it to his disposal. It's just that my little nephew was born before the day of the Son of God's coming, and he is very innocent, and I ask the real person to let him go. I have this child's household registration certificate in my bag, should I show it to a real person?"

This man is really despicable, and when he sees that the plot is not successful, he immediately begs for mercy, but I know that in my eyes these struggles are meaningless, it is really hateful and ridiculous!

The high-level Daoist coldly looked at the obscene man who nodded in front of him, and coldly spit out a few words:

"Under heaven and man, it is none other than ants. ”

Hearing this, Zhu Fugui couldn't help but be stunned. Not having studied in a modern school does not mean that there is no culture, he studied strict private school when he was a child, and is no stranger to the poetry and poetry of the subset of the classics and history. As for even the emperor Lao'er who is shy and calls himself a celestial and a saint, that doesn't count.

Old and immortal are called thieves, and they dare to call themselves gods, bullying Lao Tzu has never seen a real celestial, I'm phew! The immortals I met didn't call themselves heavens, even if you were, you were definitely the scum of the heavens!

Zhu Fugui didn't say anything more, trembling and slowly put his hand into his trouser pocket. In any case, those who dare to call themselves celestial beings are not good guys, they will definitely step on secular people as ants, and it is definitely useless to intercede, haven't you heard that saints are ruthless and heavenly people have no tears?

The high-level Taoist looked at the embankment and saw that there was no movement, and understood that the middle-aged Taoist priest was only afraid of encountering an accident, and then looked at the thin man in front of him who nodded and was ready to make small movements, and felt more and more hateful, and strode forward with a peach wood sword.

Under heaven and man, it is not ants, and even ants try to bite back in vain, which is really ridiculous!

As soon as Zhu Fugui saw this menacing posture, he understood that Lao Dao didn't even want to lose his true qi, and was ready to cut off his head with a peachwood sword.

"Stop!"

Zhu Fugui took out something from his trouser pocket and pointed forward.

Lao Dao really stopped, not because he was afraid of Zhu Fugui's threat, but because he felt that the peachwood sword, which was usually as light as nothing, suddenly sank.

"I know that real people are not afraid of fire and water, and they are not afraid of swords, and this grenade can't hurt you. However, this mine is filled with nuclear waste, and once it explodes, it will be polluted within a radius of kilometers, and no one will be able to escape. I'm just an ant, beg the real people to let me go, don't dirty my clothes. ”

Zhu Fuguiqiang gritted his teeth and stood firm, and the cold sweat the size of soybeans was gushing on his forehead.

Lao Dao didn't seem to hear him speak, raised the peachwood sword obliquely with his eyebrows, and wiped the two fingers of his left hand on the body of the sword, but the sword didn't react at all, unlike Fang Cai, which brightened up in an instant. He squinted his eyes and looked closely, and found a layer of gelatinous material sticking to the tip of the sword, as if black dirt had accumulated in the moonlight, and the true qi was blocked at this point.

That's dog blood! Yellow dog blood full of demonic energy!

The peachwood sword taken from the southeast branch of the fairy peach has been abolished!

Since then, there has been one less psychic sword in the world, and one more crappy burning stick. Even if the demonic energy in the sword is expelled in the future, its power will be greatly reduced.

The peach tree can ward off all evils, but it is also polluted? The origin of this yellow dog is not simple!

"Smack!", a mile away there was a loud noise in the river bay, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore suddenly increased, as if on the side of the ear.

The contemplative high-martial Taoist threw his sword, didn't look at it, turned around and looked at the river bend with his back hand.

"Ah!", Zhu Fugui was nailed to the ground by a sword piercing his abdomen.

Man Jianghong hurriedly let go of the rhubarb, rushed to his side and cried: "Uncle Zhu, what's wrong with you, what's wrong!"

Zhu Fugui was spasmodic all over, his face was covered with blood scabs, and he tried to bend his upper body to sit up. Man Jianghong hurriedly held his head, but his hands couldn't stop trembling, so he knelt on the ground and put his thighs under his neck.

He really wanted to hold down the wound like he had just saved Rhubarb, but he didn't dare to draw his sword, and he didn't know how to stop the bleeding, so he freed his left hand to grope under Zhu Fugui's body, wanting to pull the tip of the sword out of the mud first.

"Don't move, it's useless. ”

Zhu Fugui's mouth was foaming with blood, he waved his hand to stop him, sighed lightly, and said tremblingly: "Uncle has no ability, he can't protect you...... Uncle still has a lot to say to you...... The only death ...... through the ages Uncle's life is too hasty, but it's worth it...... Don't be upset. It's just that Uncle can't see that you've grown up! Uncle left you a small gift in Dongfang City...... When you are eighteen years old, you will go to explore the treasure, and when you have the ability, you will help your uncle take care of some people...... Hey ......"

"Uncle, you're fine, tell me how to save you. ”

Man Jianghong took out his left hand and saw that it was full of blood, knowing that even Uncle Zhu's back was bloody and blurry, so he didn't dare to move. He bit his lips and was about to bleed, and piles of online information were whistling in his mind, but none of them talked about abdominal penetrating injuries, not to mention that he had not read a special article on related treatment at the beginning.

Zhu Fugui's breath became weaker and weaker, he raised his hand tremblingly, lovingly stroked the top of Jiang Hong's head, and pointed to the grenade that rolled down two meters away, and said intermittently and with difficulty: "...... I lied to that old thing, I didn't, but this thing...... It's still dangerous. You throw it into the river...... Don't try to avenge me, hurry up...... River Jumping...... Wander away!"

Man Jianghong took off his shoes and pillowed under Zhu Fugui's head, walked over and threw the grenade into the river, vaguely heard a muttering sentence behind his back, "It's so cold", and another sentence of "bullshit", and when he turned back, he was completely out of breath.

The sound of the river became more and more powerful, and the whimpering flowed eastward.