Chapter 51—Finding His Father (5)

The tall and thin man, his feet trembled in pain, he moved step by step, the deep fear, the clenching of his heart, and the strong feeling of suffocation, made him finally support himself to this place, and he was almost frightened to death, because above his sight, there was a ball of light, and with his movements, he shook violently a few times, like a thin wire hanging on a boulder, unable to bear the weight, and was about to fall in an instant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, a little wind rose, and the light shook even more.

Yes...... Seeing this thrilling scene, the tall and thin man let out a terrible roar, and in a panic, he crawled back several steps.

Ye Ming's eyes shrank, stopping Ying Yi, who was about to make a move, and looked quietly.

Judging from the previous falling route of the light group, it was a straight line into the air, and the momentum was unstoppable, but after all, there was still some distance from the ground, and the transcendent monk in front of him, carelessly, actually walked like flying, what is it if he is not dead! But now this person has already seen the power of the light group, and he is about to fall when he sees it, and he can continue to remain calm there, and his nature dictates that he escaped.

Seeing that the man's cultivation was lower than them, and he was able to escape safely and save his life, the people in Xiyou behind were relieved, if this was the case, it would be easier for them to dodge.

But things won't be so simple, the light ball seemed to guess everyone's intentions, and in a flash, it shifted its position in mid-air, changed direction, and swept towards the man's exposed back, which was faster than before.

"Woohoo"

The airflow driven by the light cluster quickly flashed away, forming a transparent hollow groove, like a cannon ejecting the chamber, tracking it with the momentum of not breaking Loulan and never returning, looking at the fierce breath, he actually wanted to kill the man into slag, so he refused to stop.

"This ......" The sturdy man screamed in surprise, and the shocked Xiyou and the others put down their hearts rose again, and the expression on their faces immediately froze, how could they still be relaxed and calm just now?

"Ah, go~"

A black shadow stepped forward quickly, rushed forward, first kicked the tall and thin man back, and then raised his fist and slammed forward, in the direction of the oncoming ball of light.

Ye Ming opened his hand and grabbed it, took the man who flew upside down, and then watched the battle between Shadow One and the light group.

"Get out of here!" Ying Yi, with a loud shout, the momentum around his body was like an abyss, and after the powerful true qi on his fist touched the light cluster, a powerful wave of qi radiated over, and a short man standing relatively close to him flew up and smashed heavily into the crowd.

"Knock knock~"

The three muffled sounds, like beating war drums, aroused people's irritability and upset, and even the operation of true qi was extremely sluggish.

Ying Yi in the field, but it was a different feeling, what did it feel to smash the mountain with his fist? It was like this now, the violent momentum energy was swollen, not only the fist hurt, but the body was also kicking, and he took three steps back.

"Poof"

With a salty throat, Ying Yi's face turned pale in an instant, and he covered his arm and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which hurt his lungs.

The final effect was excellent, and a deep fist mark on the light cluster was extremely clear, and it did not return to its original state for a long time.

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With such a good opportunity, Ye Ming naturally wouldn't let it go, his body suddenly swooped forward, and he grabbed it in his palm.

"Are you okay?" Ye Ming handed out an ammunition, fed it to the shadow, and asked with concern.

"Ahem, it's okay, I'm holding it up, this light is so strong, ahem, cough ......" The medicinal power was exerted, a mouthful of black blood spit out, and Ying Yi's face was much ruddy.

"This seems to be much more powerful, but the light group behind it, isn't it getting stronger and stronger?" Ye Ming guessed slightly in his heart, compared to the strength of Ying Yi, he is a real Earth Saint powerhouse, under the full blow, even the powerhouses of the same level have to avoid its edge, but this light group can withstand it alive, and it also hurts him!

Bai Nian turned sharply, and in just a moment, Ye Ming began to run the exercises, absorbing the aura shell clean, and obtained the second wisp of red mist.

After the Xiyou people got up from the ground, Ye Ming glanced at them coldly, and there was a person lying on the ground pretending to be dead, it was the short man who was swept away by the air wave just now.

Covered in blood, but I don't know how hard he exerted it, he worked hard to force it out of his body, at a cursory glance, it is estimated that he will mistake him for a dead person, but how keen are Ye Ming's senses?

This short man seems to have practiced some kind of fake death, his breath is withered, and his chest does not fluctuate, and there is really no sound of breathing in after listening carefully, but the answer to Ye Ming under the detection of divine consciousness is a living person.

Because his pores are still faintly swallowing aura, it is estimated that it is due to the effect of the art of suspended animation, which is weak and intermittent, but the dead cannot breathe in aura.

"Don't pretend, or you'll die. Ye Ming turned his head and said coldly.

"Uh-huh, what's going on, what just happened?" the short man, with a very nimble brain, shouted this sentence vaguely, pretending to wake up unconscious.

"Poof......" This acting skill made Long Ye laugh, and even the zombie face was shadowed, and the corners of his mouth were pulled in an arc.

"Hey, this thief, it's just looking for death, the adults are clever, and the fairy law is a god" A sneer appeared in the eyes of the sturdy man, picked up the short man, and ran over to pat Ye Ming's ass.

After squeezing out the two words "continue" from his throat, Ye Ming directly ignored it.

The sturdy man's smile froze, he smiled, looked at the short man he was carrying in his hand, smiled gloomily, threw it out, smashed it on the passage in front of him, and rolled several meters before he got up.

The action of this strong man decisively threw the short man out to die, and Ye Ming's eyelids jumped.

There is really no most poisonous, only more poisonous!

As if he had predicted his fate, the short man simply began to explore his way cautiously. At the same time, my heart was a lot more relaxed, because the person was rescued just now, and this vitality was a little more, as long as it wasn't luck, he died instantly, maybe there was still a chance to survive.

The rest are human spirits, and after seeing it, Ye Ming is not purely using them to consume, and his fear psychology has also weakened a lot.

Ye Ming won't do such a thing, not because he has a good heart, but because he feels that cannon fodder can't be consumed at one time, that's all.

This relic is in danger everywhere, the road ahead is still far away, this beginning is not cherished, if you really encounter a desperate situation in the future, then what to fill?

Walking like this, after an hour, Ye Ming and the others successfully advanced a mile, and under the shot of the shadow at the moment, the cannon fodder did not lose a single one, and when the person was replaced later, there were still enthusiastic competitors, which surprised Ye Ming.

And in the Ye Ming Creation Space, there was a cluster of red mist lying quietly, there were as many as seven wisps under the count, and the faint red light flowed, echoing with the golden light of the heaven and earth karma, dazzling and extraordinary.

That cluster of red mist, every time it increased, it was actually a little active, intertwined with each other, entangled, as if it was about to be kneaded into each other's bodies, to achieve the desire to fuse, but it seemed that there was a lack of opportunity, it was difficult to fuse after all, Ye Ming looked forward to this even more.

In a short distance of one mile, everyone was haggard, more tired than fighting with demon beasts, because the nerves had to be tense all the time, and although the galaxy above their heads was beautiful, it was a life-saving talisman for everyone.

For a monk with great powers, this can indeed be described in a short word.

On weekdays, it only takes a breath to fly in the sky, but now it takes an hour, which shows how great the pressure is.