Xinglan was keenly aware of this, collected his sword move, and dodged in the direction of Song Qingyun.

Song Qingyun's eyes were slightly cold, and he clenched the Chongming Sword in his hand and protected Xinglan behind him.

At some point, Sang Luo also opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the grass.

In a short time, a monk covered in blood crawled out of the grass,

"Help Me"

Song Qingyun looked at the person in front of him, full of vigilance.

"Who are you?"

He asked him.

The male cultivator's breath is dying, and his voice is weak,

"I am. A thousand years ago, the people who embarked on the road to ascending to the immortal were trapped here for a thousand years. ”

He looked at Song Qingyun and said with difficulty,

"Help me, I'll tell you the truth here."

Song Qingyun subconsciously glanced at Sang Luo.

Then he turned his head to look at the male cultivator,

"Then you tell me the truth about this place first, I'm thinking about whether to save you."

The male cultivator coughed several times, and his breathing became short.

"Me"

The next moment, he passed out.

Sang Luo glanced at the male cultivator and smiled softly,

"It's time to get dizzy."

Song Qingyun looked at Sang Luo,

"Senior sister, what should I do next?"

Sang Luo lowered his eyes and said lightly,

"Leave him alone."

I've been here for thousands of years, and I can't die in front of them by such a coincidence.

Song Qingyun listened and nodded.

Sang Luo looked up at the dark sky, and a few stars flashed a little light.

After about an hour, Zhang Jianting opened his eyes.

He looked at the male cultivator and tilted his head slightly,

"Yo, what's going on?"

Song Qingyun poked twice with a stick,

"He said that he embarked on this path a thousand years ago, and he is about to die, and he knows the truth here, and wants us to save him."

Zhang Jianting listened and sighed,

"can live from this place for more than 100 years, this guy is also ruthless."

As he spoke, he lifted up his sword and struck him on the arm.

"Since he's going to die, it's useless to keep it, I'll cut him down."

The sword was sharp, with a slight chill, but at the moment when it was about to fall, the man suddenly woke up, and then turned over and ran away.

"Fuck, are you fucking human?"

Zhang Jianting lifted his eyelids and said coolly,

"Of course Lao Tzu is a human being, as for you, it's hard to say whether you are human or not."

He cultivates the natural path and perceives the natural breath of heaven and earth, and naturally he can see what he really is.

The male cultivator's face changed slightly when he heard this, and at the same time, the flames swept away between Sang Luo's raised hands, the long sword swept over, and the man appeared from the open ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The long wind blew, and the corners of the girl's light cyan clothes were gently raised.

Sang Luo looked at the male cultivator who was forced out of the ground by himself, with a shallow smile on the corner of his lips,

"Yo, I'm very cautious."

Puppet monks, by manipulating puppets to ask for help from other monks, and then find an opportunity to fight back and steal the elixir luck.

Good calculation.

Xu is the combination of these people is too peculiar, a rookie who has just entered the immortal path, a god realm, and two really young immortal realms, they don't seem to have much attack power, so they were targeted by him.

The male cultivator didn't expect that the wind and waves had passed, and he capsized in this small gutter, with a look of disappointment, he raised his eyes to look at Sang Luo,

"I didn't lie to you, I was trapped here for more than a thousand years."

Sang Luo tilted his head,

"And then?"

The male cultivator gritted his teeth,

"You save me first, save me, and I'll tell you."

(End of chapter)