Chapter 5744 The Day of Death
There were more and more beads of sweat, and the hands with the seals she placed in front of her were also pale and trembling slightly.
Looking at this situation, Yu'er must have met Sanwu, and the two people's souls are fighting.
Yang Ruoqing didn't know where these two wise men were fighting, so where did the Yuanshen fight? It should be a place invisible to the naked eye, right?
Although we can’t see it, the battle is definitely fierce.
Yu'er, you must hold on. If it doesn't work, just withdraw. We won't be embarrassed.
While cheering for Yu'er in her heart, Yang Ruoqing did not dare to relax her responsibilities for a moment. Tonight, she, Luo Fengtang, and Yu'er all have their own things to do. Now, she must also guard her own. post!
The fighting continued, and the sweat on Yu'er's face became more and more. Several times, she seemed to almost wake up.
Yang Ruoqing's heart was also hanging and hanging, tightly clenching into a ball. Because of this, she also spread out her facial features more and more, keenly capturing any movement in the secret room.
Time passed little by little, and a strange sound sounded.
Hiss...
Hiss...
A white snake, about as long as a pole and as thick as a rolling pin, swam from the corner and headed towards the black lotus throne surrounded by seven-star lanterns approaching.
The mouth was swallowing red snake core, and a pair of small eyes flashed with a faint green light.
Yang Ruoqing squinted her eyes. Between the snake's two eyes, similar to the center of the eyebrows, there was a thin line of red, like a blood line.
This is so similar to the red touch between Sanwu's eyebrows. Could it be the transformation of Sanwu's soul?
She did not rush to pick up the sword, but pretended not to see the snake swimming out from the corner. When the snake passed through the seven-star lantern and was about to climb the black lotus throne, Yang Ruoqing suddenly Stomped his feet.
"Kaka..."
After the sound of a row of gears, the black lotus throne where Yu'er was sitting suddenly rose up, two or three feet away from the height inside, and the floor under the white snake began to move. It flipped over at lightning speed, and the other side of the floor was densely packed with silver needles like cow hair.
The white snake realized that the situation was not good, turned around and ran away, surrounded by silver needles. The more it struggled, each silver needle penetrated its scales deeper and penetrated its body. The white snake made a painful sound, struggled in the needle mountain, and twisted into a ball.
Yang Ruoqing pulled out Moye Sword and chopped off the snake's head with one stroke.
The black energy exploded, and the snake's head rolled to the side. The small green eyes glared at Yang Ruoqing resentfully, refusing to close their eyes.
At the same time, in the retreat room of Sanwu at the entrance of the village, Sanwu, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground.
"Master, master, how are you?"
As Sanwu's protector, Yang Yongxian rushed over and helped Sanwu up.
There was still a trace of black blood at the corner of Sanwu's mouth, and his face was extremely ugly, "No, I, I fell into their trap, and my soul was severely damaged..."
"Quick, get my medicine!"
Medicine?
Yang Yongxian was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the medicine that his master asked him to keep before the fight began.
The master told him that if anything happened to him, he should quickly bring this bowl of medicine over.
Yang Yongxian quickly turned around to get the medicine placed on the small stool next to him. As a result, before his hand could touch it, the medicine bowl exploded, and the medicine soup splashed all over the room.
Before Yang Yongxian realized what was going on, the sealed door was kicked open from the outside.
I saw Luo Fengtang entering the room holding a sword upside down, the sword pointed at Sanwu on the futon.
"Son, your time of death has come!"
(End of this chapter)