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Lan Feng was already completely unconscious, black blood kept escaping from his mouth, Mo Li shouted miserably in the wind, his heart was entangled, and he was at a loss, so he could only raise his head to prevent the blood from flowing out again. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, in the woods behind him, a purple light suddenly flashed, and the trunk of a hundred-year-old tree exploded with a "bang!"

Immediately, a stream of purple gas slowly floated out from the debris of the trees, forming a void figure on the ground, and the figure slowly condensed, turning into a septuagenarian man.

The old man coughed lightly, glanced at Lan Feng, who was lying on the ground unconscious, and said leisurely: "Li'er, we should leave." ”

Mo Li was stunned, sad and confused, put down Lan Feng, turned around, stared at the old man for a long time, and muttered, "Grandpa, I want to take him back with me." ”

"What?" The old man's voice was gloomy, he squinted at Lan Feng, who was lying in his upper mouth and kept spilling blood, sighed lightly, and said, "This plan failed. ”

"Grandpa, if it weren't for the revenge of the Ziyan Sect, Lan Feng would not have been seriously injured or even blinded, if he was thrown here, he would have died. Mo Li looked up and saw that the old man had no intention of changing his mind at all, so he suddenly "plopped" and knelt down.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his eyebrows instantly twisted into a ball.

"Grandpa, I beg you! I know you said that if the plan succeeds, you can take him back. But now, the strength of the Seven Star Sect is too strong, and Lan Feng has already killed his only grandson by himself, which can be regarded as the queen of destroying him. For the sake of this, you can let him follow us. ”

Mo Li's voice was hoarse, already crying.

"No!" the old man replied resolutely, walking up to Mo Li and pulling her up from the ground, "Li'er, do you know what it means for you to do this?"

Mo Li choked and sobbed, unable to speak, and after a long pause, he suddenly broke free from the old man's hand, quickly ran to Lan Feng's side, spit out a small ball with purple cold glow from his mouth, and broke Lan Feng's mouth.

"Don't!" The old man's face changed drastically, and he stepped forward in a panic, but at this time, Lan Feng's Adam's apple moved up and down, and the small ball slid down his throat and into his body, flickering slightly in the dantian.

The old man's body trembled, he was stunned, he muttered for a long time, and sighed: "Li'er, you ...... It was so disappointing for grandpa. ”

Mo Li had already knelt on the ground at this time, a sinister smile appeared on his pale face, and he shook his head and said, "Grandpa, can you let him go back with us now?"

"You...... Alas......" The old man was speechless angrily, sighed lightly, took out a token from his cuff, threw it on the ground, waved his sleeves, and left.

Mo Li slowly helped Lan Feng up, leaned against a thick tree trunk next to him, staggered forward, and picked up two tokens on the ground, one hanging on Lan Feng's waist, and the other hanging on his belt.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry, if you know that I have been using you all along, you must be very angry. As compensation, I will take you back to the space where I am and take care of you for the rest of my life. ”

Mo Li looked at Lan Feng's face that was slowly recovering his blood, his teeth clenched, his right hand flipped over, and not far ahead, a purple teleportation array faintly appeared.

She coughed lightly, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she went over to pick up Lan Feng, who was leaning against the root of the tree, and staggered in the direction of the teleportation array.

......

The Treasure Hunt Conference ended unhappily.

Baili Qian was exhausted, and the next day, he went into the back mountain and announced that he would be in retreat for a hundred years.

A month later.

Chu Yunfeng.

Two majestic psychic pillars plunged straight into the sky, and in the sky, a thick dark cloud appeared in Huo Ran, and from time to time a white light flashed, hitting the top of the psychic pillar, making a huge sound.

"Senior brother, last night's divination spirit beast obviously budgeted that the sky was sunny and cloudless, and it would never make a mistake. The gatekeeper Sun Qiang looked up at the sky and touched his head in confusion.

Red Scar Disciple Zhao Ling's expression was grim, he raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, and said coldly: "Senior brother, this dark cloud is a little strange, and the aura in it is too strong, I am waiting here, you quickly go in and inform Senior Brother Bai Zhen." ”

Sun Qiang nodded, and as soon as he raised one foot, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a black coffin one foot long and half a foot wide exuded a terrifying cold aura and made a terrible "click" sound.

The pupils in Zhao Ling's eyes shrank slightly, and he quickly retreated backwards.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the psychic pillar on the right exploded into pieces in an instant, and Sun Qiang didn't even have time to react, he was straight there, his eyes widened.

He was pierced by a sudden fragment of the psychic pillar, and his body was incomplete, and a diamond-shaped fragment with a sharp tip pierced his chest directly.

In this way, without even a scream, Sun Qiang's body tilted and fell.

The small coffin in the sky had already been opened, and first out of it flew out an old man with crane hair and a childish face in a gray uniform, his deep eyes exuded a strong murderous aura, and he shouted: "Today, blood washes Chu Yunfeng, and no one is left." ”

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

......

I don't know how such a small coffin can accommodate so many people, and monks in red religious uniforms fly out of it in an endless stream.

Zhao Ling stood in Chu Yunfeng's square, looking at the nearly hundred priests in the sky with a shocked expression, his body flashed, and he quickly entered the Bagua-shaped teleportation array in the middle of the square.

Bu Yi's Ancient Spirit Sword, because he was in too much of a hurry last time, lacked a sword spirit. He was closing his eyes and refining the sword spirit, when a loud noise came from the mountain gate, making him open his eyes suddenly while meditating.

A strange look flashed in his eyes, his hand flexed rapidly, and the sword spirit was grabbed by him and stuffed into his mouth.

A muffled snort emanated from his mouth, Bu Yi frowned, his face showed a look of pain, and he leaned forward and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He panicked into the corner, grabbed a young man who was still breathing, opened his mouth and inhaled deeply.

In a few moments, a trace of white essence floated out of the man's seven orifices, and was quickly inhaled by him.

With the entry of the essence, his expression slowly returned to normal, and the young man who was grabbed by him lost his last breath, his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground, turning into a skinny and dry corpse.

After absorbing the essence of a few men, Bu Yi waved his sleeves, and the door of the cave that was sealed by stones not far away collapsed.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and as soon as he lifted his body, he flew quickly towards the gate of Chu Yunfeng Mountain.

There was another loud bang, and the psychic pillar on the left side of Chu Yunfeng also exploded immediately, and a majestic spiritual power emanated from the fragments, instantly turning into a monstrous killing intent, and blasting towards the white-haired old man in the gray uniform in the air. (To be continued.) )