Chen Jiannan paid the natal divine element, which was more precious than Shouyuan, but Su Su was not resurrected, which is really a matter of providence. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know if it's the old witch Witch Jiang who is cheating, it seems to be a little possible to reason, but the forbidden witchcraft she casts seems to be true.

That night, when Wu Jiang and Wu Ting disappeared into the vast mountain forest night, the old witch's laughter came from afar, and the laughter had a hint of sinister and cunning.

Or a witchcrafter, the laughter is always a little weird.

Chen Jianzhong said that people who practice witchcraft are dusty in their hearts, but he can't get rid of it himself.

In the distance, there was a white-clothed figure following behind, it was Meng Enchanting, her brows were frowning, she seemed to be very worried about Chen Jiannan's safety, and it seemed to be the pain caused by the wound.

It's just that Dream Enchantment's cultivation is not high, and he is newly seriously injured, he is weak, and his self-help is not enough, so he can't save Chen Jiannan at all.

After all, the monks who were chasing and killing in the rear made continuous moves, and they were all tired from chasing them all the way, all of them were flushed, and they were all sweating in the cold and freezing north plain.

The killer who was chasing after him was of course Brother Jindan, but at this time he was also tired and out of breath, and he could not use more than eighty percent of the strength when he started the pursuit.

It's just that this eighty percent of the strength is condensed into a knife as thin as a cicada's wings, and even a three-inch thick steel plate can be cracked, not to mention Chen Jiannan's physical body that lacks active defense.

The movements of the twelve killers have become a little sluggish, and that's what matters.

Ahead was a forest of bare snow maples, each with a trunk two or three feet in diameter, which from below stretched high into the sky.

Chen Jiannan's escape path weaved through the woods in a snake step, and there was always a giant tree with a broken trunk falling next to him.

Snowflakes and snow powder flew to obscure the view, and from time to time hardy birds flew up in fright, and their frightened screams were piercing.

The falling giant trees blocked the way, and the killers in the rear could only walk around, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of the pursuit.

Chen Jiannan's body is getting worse and worse, the meridians around his body have shrunk to less than one-tenth of the normal state, and the vitality in him has also been sharply reduced, and his muscles have a feeling of poisoning and slight numbness.

In his body, a little bit of the toxin that Huayuan scattered could be transformed into a large mass of Huayuan poisonous gas, and the surging Huayuan poisonous gas wanted to invade the dantian qi sea.

Out of self-preservation, the dantian frantically spewed out a large amount of vitality, but most of the suffocating valves were dissolved by the chemical yuan poisonous gas, and the ones that flowed to the meridians were even less pitiful.

At the same time, the toxins of the chaotic water spread in various parts of Chen Jiannan's body, reacting chemically with his body tissues, producing bioelectricity, causing his muscles to spasm from time to time, and the chaotic bioelectricity in his brain made him produce all kinds of strange illusory consciousness.

It seems that Chen Jiannan is at the end of his rope and is almost destined to die here.

The river of time is vast, how many heroes are at the end of their lives, and Chen Jiannan's death is only one of them.

No matter how heroic you were during your lifetime, once you fall, only a few words of legend will be left, and after a million years, even the legend will be annihilated in the long river of history, who will remember you.

If Chen Jiannan is unfortunate today, Fan Xubo will immediately be discredited, maybe in the memory of history, he is a demon king who kills people without blinking.

The situation is sinister, and Chen Jiannan can only give the enemy a resounding slap in the face by struggling to survive and leaving a life.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

Chen Jiannan was like a trapped beast that was forced to be in a hurry, running forward frantically, his eyes emitting a terrifying bloody light.

The miraculous Ling Xubu gave Chen Jiannan a glimmer of life, and his body was wrapped in lemon starlight, forming a layer of starlight force field, and the power of the attack near his body was deflected.

Rao is like this, the ice coffin behind Chen Jiannan is still cracked with fine cracks, and the ice coffin is close to his body, and the degree of danger can be imagined.

If the ice coffin is broken, Yin Susu's body will be damaged, and he will not be able to live in peace if he dies, Chen Jiannan and his wife are deeply in love, and how painful it will be after recovering consciousness, you can imagine.

It took a lot of energy to send out each move, and it took almost half an hour to chase and kill, and each killer was almost exhausted.

More than a dozen swords slashed above his head, and Chen Jiannan swept over a low ice slope like a ghost, and his body sank.

The twelve killers didn't know how many killing moves they had made, but Chen Jiannan was still alive, so angry that their faces turned green.

"Damn, Chen Jiannan is like a ghost, he can't even beat him. The donkey-faced killer jumped to his feet and shouted, the anger above his head warming the icy air, and a white mist steaming.

The chest of the long-braided pockmarked monk rose and fell like a bellows, and he said: "This can't be done, the six of us will make a move, and the six of us will rest, otherwise if this continues, everyone will have no strength." ”

The twelve killers quickly came to an agreement, divided into two groups of six, taking turns to rest and make moves.

Li Cifo followed from a high place, but surprisingly did not make a move, maybe he thought that Chen Jiannan's skills would be lower and lower anyway, and it was not worth making a move at this time.

Li Ci Buddha enjoyed the enemy's end of the road, and he was high up, as if the gods and Buddhas decided the superiority of life and death.

In particular, this enemy is a strong person who is many times stronger than him, and after killing this enemy, the benefits he gets make his heart itch when he thinks about it.

Anyway, Chen Jiannan's skill has been reduced to the Qi refining period, he is a chicken and duck to be slaughtered, and even the medicinal power of Huayuansan has accumulated to a certain extent, he has no strength to raise a finger, Li Cifo is not afraid that he will fly to the sky.

Li Ci Buddha smiled strangely, being able to step on the corpse of a strong man, it was wonderful to think about it, and no one was more complacent than him at this moment.

The twelve killers flew downhill like a pack of ferocious hounds, with a messy shout.

Chen Jiannan jumped left and right in a serpentine shape and ran forward, his light body kung fu was excellent, although he was carrying a heavy ice coffin on his back and stepped on the snow, he didn't even have footprints.

In comparison, the footprints of the pursuers in the rear are much more obvious, and the gap in cultivation can be seen from the footprints.

Sure enough, six of the twelve killers made a move, and six people rested, seemingly wanting to fight a protracted pursuit and killing battle.

In this way, Chen Jiannan was much easier to dodge, and the danger was reduced by half at once.

But over time, it is more dangerous, because alternating moves can reduce fatigue.

Each slash of the sword immediately broke a crack in the ice that stretched for miles, and a single spell caused the ice field to shake violently.

After chasing for more than ten miles, the pursuers were all out of breath, and they were all so tired that they wanted to lie on the snow.

After all, Chen Jiannan is the foundation of Yuanying cultivation, the vitality reserves in the dantian qi sea are abundant, and he doesn't have to spend most of his energy to make moves, so he is not very tired, and his breathing is quite smooth.

Lowering his head and smelling the frankincense on his young son's body, Chen Jiannan's heart was pounding, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot nest.

As he ran, the cold wind whistled through him, blowing his hair and fluttering, and the black cloak flew backwards.

"Please, don't kill my son. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, no one would have believed that Chen Jiannan, a generation of Tianjiao, would have wailed such a low voice begging for mercy from a few ant-like monks.