The two spiritual powers met in the air, as if they were overwhelmed, some clouds and mist appeared in the originally clear sky, the still void continued to tremble, the spider web-like cracks began to spread from the center, and the infinite cracks opened, and the clouds and mist that appeared out of thin air were blown away by the aftermath of this huge spiritual power for a while.

Although he is a strong man in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, he has absorbed the spiritual power in the ten miles of seawater, and that majestic spiritual power is like a vast ocean, layer by layer, wave by wave, constantly rushing towards Feng Wanli. The other is a strong man who is close to the Great Perfection realm, and his strength is beyond doubt, especially when it comes to saving his life, who doesn't take out his strongest means. The power displayed by the Yellow Dragon Sword was not much weaker than that of a powerhouse in the middle stage of the Transformation Gods, coupled with Feng Wanli's own strength, he should have full confidence in dealing with Mo Lun.

The void in the distance was still transmitting a loud rumbling sound, the rocks on the shore were all turned into powder under the impact of the aftermath of spiritual power, and the trees on the mountain were even scattered, broken countless times, some were even uprooted, and the smaller trees were all turned into sawdust and fell from the sky. A whirlpool is forming on the sea surface below, only ten meters in size at the beginning, the power of the rotation seems to crush the void, the whirlpool expands little by little, deepens little by little, and becomes a bottomless deep hole in a while, in a vast ocean, this whirlpool is also obvious, from a distance it looks more like a dark tunnel, leading to the bottom of the sea, but there are no sea creatures around the tunnel, because before that, the spiritual power in the sea water has been absorbed by Mo Lun.

This powerful spiritual force slammed into Morun's body. Despite the three layers of protection, Moren felt a tremendous pressure in his chest, like a giant hammer striking his chest. made his body tumble for a while, and the qi and blood began to gush upwards continuously, Mo Lun closed his mouth tightly, not letting this blood spurt out, but this impact was still too great, Mo Lun wanted to use his spiritual power to suppress the manic blood in his body, but the spiritual power was no longer under his control. As soon as his throat was salty, a stream of blood still spurted out, and his body was like a kite with a broken string. He floated straight backwards, and the blood he spurted out was like a white mist from a jet plane, leaving a red mist in the air.

In the case of fighting with all his might, Feng Wanli did not take advantage of it in the slightest. The yellow dragon that the Yellow Dragon Sword transformed. After the collision, he disappeared without a trace, and his spiritual power was gone, and the clothes on his body had been bombarded by the whirlpool of spiritual power, and even his body was full of cracks, and blood was constantly oozing from each crack, and it looked like a wolf, and the most important thing is. There was a heart-rending pain in his body, and he was coughing up blood. It's like the damage to all the internal organs. Fortunately, there was a deep forest behind him, and under the action of a huge driving force, he fell to a big tree, and he was hung on the branch, but now Feng Wanli can't move at all, not because he doesn't want to move but because he has no ability to move. Even the mind began to become confused, and after a while he lost consciousness.

Mo Lun was even worse than Feng Wanli, he had already lost consciousness when he was in the air, but he could feel it a little, and he only heard a pop, and he didn't know anything at all.

"Sister, there are beautiful shells here, come quickly!" On the beach, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy was barefoot and holding his trouser legs, picking up shells on the beach after the low tide, and kept waving into the distance, calling his sister. "Mu Bai, don't go in any further, it's dangerous!" the elder sister in the distance screamed sweetly, telling the younger brother to be careful. And the happy younger brother, who was playing, didn't take his sister's words seriously at all, and put the shells he picked up in his clothes, holding the placket with one hand, and picking out the shells in the sand on the beach with the other.

The little boy named Mu Bai, facing the coast and with his back to the sea, walked towards the depths of the sea while picking up shells, but at this moment, his feet were soft, as if he had tripped something, and the little boy sat down in the sea water at once, and he had just entered the place where there was water, and when he sat in the sea water, he only wet half of his clothes, but a corpse appeared in front of his feet, which made the little boy frightened, and shouted loudly in fear: "Sister, come quickly, there are dead people!" My sister, who was already a little worried about her brother's safety, immediately ran over when she heard her brother's shout, and asked, "Mu Bai, what's wrong, where are there dead people?" Maybe she was too concerned about her brother, and when she ran over, her eyes kept staring at her brother, and she didn't look away at all, but when she got closer, she saw that there was indeed a person in front of her brother's leg who was not moving.

Although he was Mu Bai's sister, he was only sixteen years old after all, so he picked up his younger brother and ran towards the beach. "This is a very burly middle-aged man, with a square face, some dark skin, at first glance is a person who often runs outside, has experienced a lot of wind and sun, is a healthy black, and there is a kind air between his eyebrows. But this person's cultivation is not high, and he only has the appearance of the peak of the late stage of refining.

"Let's see, if there's still a breath left, we'll take care of it, and if he's dead, we'll bury him here." As he spoke, several people came to this man, stretched out his hand and put it in front of this man's nose, and after a while, he put his finger on this man's neck, and then said: "Vigor, Shuisheng, you two quickly carry this man to our car, he is not dead yet!"

"We only have a free car, put him in the car, where will our young lady and young master sit?" "Wei Qiao, my brother and I can just walk down there, leave us alone!" Mu Bai's sister said. "Great, great, I don't have to stuff in the car, I can finally play outside!" Mu Bai said happily. Hearing them say this, the man named Wei Qiao still looked at the middle-aged man, and Dali and Shui Sheng did not move, but waited for the middle-aged man to speak.

"If it really doesn't work, just pour out the car with the least cargo and load the goods into the other three cars, or save people first. Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Dali and Shui Sheng lifted the person up, a fair-skinned young man who still had a smile on his face although he didn't open his eyes. This person is Mo Lun, he and Feng Wanli fought their last spiritual power, were injured, fell into the sea water, and are still unconscious, how did he get here, no one knows.

When Dali and Shui Sheng carried Mo Lun to the side of the car, the middle-aged man asked the two of them to change Mo Lun's clean clothes, and then put Mo Lun in a covered carriage, and the middle-aged man took out an inferior spiritual power pill from his pocket and put it in Mo Lun's mouth. Then he said to Dali: "Dali, you take care of this person first, and when he wakes up, you are calling me." "Dad, I'll take care of him, Brother Dali still has a lot of things to do, anyway, I don't have anything to do, I can still sit in this car and rest." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and said, "During the day, you will take care of it, and let Dali come at night." With that, the middle-aged man walked away.

The convoy consisted of five wagons, the first three of which were full of goods, one with less cargo, and the one that pulled Molun. Mu Bai's sister was wiping the stains on Mo Lun's face when a silver bell-like laugh appeared in front of the small window of Mo Lun's car. "Sister Sang Zi, you are really good, when have you ever done such a job?" "Sister, this person is about to die, we can't see death without help, besides, you all have things to do, only me and my brother can't do anything, I feel very guilty!" Sang Zi said with some embarrassment.

"Our dad is a lot of things, our dart car has just experienced a danger, and now we have picked up such a waste, if you encounter danger again, who will protect you, who will protect your brother, who will protect him, who will protect the dart car!" "I also know what you said, but, Sister Sanglan, we can't see death without saving it." Have you forgotten what Grandpa told us?"

"Grandpa said that he wants us to be a righteous and courageous person, but now we are also in crisis, and we don't even have the ability to protect ourselves, how can we protect others?" mentioned grandpa, Sang Lan's tone softened. "We just have one more person, and we haven't let you take care of some people, so when you are in danger, just let my brother and I be with this person. Sang Zi still argued, "Okay, I can't tell you, you can do whatever you want, let Mu Bai come to the car to rest for a while." Hearing that her sister no longer objected, Sang Zi had a smile on her face.

This is already five days after Mo Lun lay in the car, since the third day when the middle-aged man gave Mo Lun an inferior spiritual power pill, Mo Lun has woken up, but Mo Lun did not open his eyes, or pretended to be unconscious, but after they all got out of the car, Mo Lun would eat his elixir and restore his body, this time the injury was stricter than any time, all the internal organs were displaced, and even the sea of qi was traumatized to a certain extent, but the problem was not strict, under the compensation of Mo Lun's large amount of elixir, by now, Mo Lun was not as painful as when he first woke up。 The injuries on his body are rapidly recovering.

The conversation between their sisters, Mo Lun heard it all in his ears, from their conversation, Mo Lun was able to analyze that this was a dart team, their strength was not very strong, and they encountered danger a few days ago, and now Mo Lun is a burden to the dart team. The elder sister named Sang Lan did not agree to take this burden with her, but her younger sister Sang Zi had a good heart and couldn't bear to leave Mo Lun, who was seriously injured, alone. (To be continued......)

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