"Hengguo's people should be damned!" the Taoist priest said softly.

The right hand placed on the lower abdomen was slowly raised, and the fingers moved slightly, only to see a small flame suddenly appear in the palm of the hand, as if it was about to be extinguished with the wind, and like it moved with the wind, but it finally stabilized.

Yi Heng's mouth opened wide, and blood flowed out of his torn lips, but this magical scene made him forget the pain.

"Disease", the Taoist priest whispered out a word, and waved his right hand to Brother Jiang.

The small flame swayed towards Brother Jiang.

This Brother Jiang, like Yi Heng, opened his mouth wide, but when he saw the fireball flying, he was not afraid in his heart, and the magic of the flame from the Taoist priest in his heart was better than the fireball itself.

Brother Jiang also regained some strength, and had already gotten up when the flames flew slowly, and was about to wait for the fireball to flash to the left, thinking that he had dodged it, but who knew that the flames would follow and stick to Brother Jiang as if they were alive.

There was no sound of hitting the body, but the flames of the thumb exploded as soon as they touched his body, and Brother Jiang only had time to wail before he fell to the ground, and his head was buried in the stream.

In less than half a cup of tea, Brother Jiang turned into ashes, even the head in the stream, and the stream did not extinguish the flames.

It was not right to turn into ashes, because Yi Heng found that there was no ash, and a big living person actually disappeared in front of him out of thin air, and it turned out to be a small flame the size of a finger and a thumb that burned like a fire.

With a "snap", the stone in Yi Heng's right hand fell to the ground, his mouth slowly opened and muttered a vague word, and before he finished speaking, his legs could no longer support him and collapsed to the ground.

Peeking in, the Taoist priest looked like he was seriously ill, his face was frighteningly white, and his right hand had been put down.

But Yi Heng didn't know that his face was even whiter, even if the original blood-red scar was no longer bloodless.

Trembling all over, his heart trembled, he didn't dare to look at the Taoist priest, only dared to stare at his right hand.

The time for a stick of incense has not yet arrived, the spirit is exhausted, and the physical strength is exhausted, Yi Heng slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, and the slight sound mixed with the sound of the stream gradually became harmonious.

The Taoist priest seemed to have fallen asleep, and peace had returned to here.

The silent mountain forest was slowly awakened by the sound of birds and beasts, but there were no fierce beasts in the mountains and forests here.

As soon as the hour arrived, Yi Heng was awakened by the throbbing in the depths of his soul, and the night's deep sleep had restored his physical strength and spirit a lot.

The rushing water made him bury his head in the stream before he had time to think about it, and drank it in large gulps, as if it were the best elixir in the world.

The slightly cold stream moistened his lips and moistened his throat, and a chill poured into his stomach, and the same cold stream made the back of his head ache faintly, and Yi Heng finally slowly sobered up.

Gently raised his head, squinted at the other side, his chin was still soaked in water, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of alarming something.

The Taoist priest still maintained the same posture as yesterday, sitting cross-legged, his right hand was still in his lower abdomen, his chest seemed to be slightly concave, the lips on his pointed chin were closed, his expressionless face was palpitating even more because of his paleness, and his sword eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was enduring some pain.

Suddenly, as soon as the Taoist priest opened his eyes, Yi Heng only felt a cold light follow his eyes and shoot into his mind, and he was so frightened that he got up and took a few steps back, fell to the ground again, turned over on the ground and climbed up the mountain, just wanting to get out of here.

"Can you run past this fire?" the Taoist priest's voice came, as if he was more energetic than yesterday.

When he heard the word fire, he couldn't move, and the scene of Brother Jiang disappearing made his body not obey at all.

"Come here".

The two words gently, like magic, made Yi Heng slowly turn around on the ground.

When I saw the flame in the Taoist priest's right hand, which seemed to be slightly larger and more stable than yesterday, my body couldn't stop shaking and rinse.

"Are you scared?" said the Taoist priest softly.

Even if there was a stream about a zhang away, even if there was the sound of the stream flowing, Yi Heng still heard it clearly, because he kept paying attention to whether it was the word "disease".

"I'm afraid~ I'm afraid, but I'm leaving the country", his voice trembled, and Yi Heng still clearly said the words he muttered yesterday.

"Scatter", a word spit out, Yi Heng was almost paralyzed with fright, only to see the flame in the Taoist priest's right hand disappear without a trace.

"I won't kill you," the Taoist priest said slowly, "If you're obedient," the Taoist priest added in his heart after speaking.

"Now you fetch me some water. The Taoist priest said to Yi Heng.

Yi Heng's heart trembled, "Fetch water? Could it be that this Taoist priest can't even fight the water himself?" Could it be that he was injured?"

Without the threat of life in front of him, Yi Heng had such a thought in his mind.

But it was still very fast, wrapped in a cup with the large leaves of the woods, and walked a short distance downstream on the messy stones to the opposite bank.

It's autumn and the water isn't big.

After filling it with water, he slowly walked towards the Taoist priest, staring at his right hand on his lower abdomen, and felt a lot more relieved to find it quietly, but he still tried to relax his hands and feet.

After walking in, I found that the Taoist priest's chest was concave in a large area, as if he was directly hit by a heavy object in the chest, although there was no blood, but the injury was definitely not light, and his legs were not crossed, but collapsed in front of him as if they were broken, not to mention sitting, but leaning on the bluestone.

"You've seen it, yes, because I was fighting with someone, I was broken by a magic weapon, and I fell from the sky and broke my legs, if the other party was also seriously injured and fled, I would definitely not be able to escape my life. The Taoist priest said.

It seemed that he couldn't say so many words in one breath, so he slowed down for a moment and said in a deeper voice: "Of course, the situation is not much better now, there is only one breath left in one life, but this breath is enough to send out a fireball." ”

When he said this, the Taoist priest's eyes stared at Yi Heng's eyes like a sword.

Yi Heng's heart trembled, and he almost dropped the water in his hand, and then held it with both hands in time, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at the Taoist priest with his eyes, only looking at the clear water in his hand.

If there was a chance, Yi Heng didn't mind killing the Taoist, but the time from the generation to the hit of the fireball was really short, and he couldn't dodge it, so he didn't have absolute certainty, Yi Heng didn't even dare to think about it, because the sharp eyes of the Taoist priest seemed to be able to see through his thoughts.

"Hey me," the Taoist priest said softly, his tone irresistible.

"Is it already so serious?" Yi Heng thought to himself.

When I got close to the Taoist priest, I found that my chest was almost close to my back.

"It's really serious, if I had died a long time ago, but it seems that this Taoist priest can still recover? Also, such a powerful flame can be born out of thin air, what else can't be believed, then it will be difficult to get out or survive like this. ”

Putting the leaves on the Taoist's mouth with both hands, he slowly poured it, and the Taoist priest eagerly gulped the stream water, and finally continued to fill the water twice, and the Taoist priest signaled to stop.

"You're very good!" After the Taoist priest drank the water, his face eased a lot, and he motioned for Yi Heng to take a few steps back and sit down.

"To survive the war, to survive the fight against the Hengguo veterans, you are much stronger than the average soldier."

The Taoist priest knew that he would have to rely on the kid in front of him in his future life, and it would not work to blindly threaten and coerce, so now he could only give him some hope.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Are you an immortal?" Yi Heng suddenly came out with this sentence, although he had never thought about this question in his decades of life, but now he would actually blurt it out.

"Hehe, immortals, I may be an immortal to you, if I am not injured, in your eyes the powerful Hengguo army, I can destroy it with a wave of my hand," the Taoist priest said without modesty.

Yi Heng was skeptical, but he didn't dare to have any expression of disbelief, he only dared to be.

"I was injured and fell here five days ago, and my whole body spiritual power protected my heart and lungs and did not dare to relax, so I did not take a drop of water during this period, from today on, you are responsible for my daily life until my injury is stable, and then I will either give you a great fortune or a fairy fate, what do you think?" said to Yi Heng in a Taoist tone as calm as possible.