Chapter 103 Miserable Mu Zhen! As soon as Zhao Hun made a contribution, the beasts surged! 【Please order more! 】
At this time.
Mu Zhen discovered that there was a thread tied to the jade slip. When he pulled it, sparks suddenly ignited under a big rock half a foot away!
In an instant, a fireball about ten feet ignited and exploded with sparks flying everywhere!
"Huh?"
When Mu Zhen saw this, he quickly held his breath and stepped back a few feet. He held the spirit sword in his hand, ready to attack at any time, his face was extremely ugly. "What a bastard, he's only at the eighth level of the Qi Refining stage, but he actually plotted against me!"
"I'm going to catch you and skin you!"
At this moment.
Mu Zhen was filled with rage.
He held his breath and searched around the fireball with his consciousness, looking for the young man from yesterday, but found nothing for a long time.
"Ouch! Ouch~~~roar!"
"Ouch!"
At this moment, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and bursts of beast roars surged in!
Next.
Densely dense brown and black striped saber-toothed tigers appeared next to them, rushing towards them crazily. Their eyes were all blood-red, and they were extremely fierce!
"What happened?"
"A bloodthirsty saber-toothed tiger riot?"
Mu Zhen looked at the nearly a hundred second-order saber-toothed tigers that rushed towards him, and narrowed his eyes. The spiritual sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and the sword beam of more than ten feet swept across, splitting the approaching saber-toothed tiger into two, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!
At the same time.
He rose up with his sword and flew into the sky. However, densely packed second-order magic crows, second-order demon eagles, and second-order wind-splitting eagles flew from all directions in the sky.
These monster birds were all comparable to the strength of sixth-, seventh-, eighth-, and ninth-level monks in the Qi Refining Stage. They all had blood-red eyes and rushed down crazily.
Blocking out the sky!
"Chichichipuff!"
Mu Zhen swept across with his sword. In an instant, the five or six second-order magic crows, demon eagles, and wind-splitting eagles in front of him were killed. However, There are too many monster birds, and they are fighting one after another, and they are not afraid of death.
Because Mu Zhen's body was also contaminated with the aroma of the demon-inducing psychedelic incense, the fierce demon birds rushed towards Mu Zhen one after another, spitting out wind blades, fire balls, and light blades.
As a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, Mu Zhen is naturally not afraid of these second-order monster birds that are comparable to those in the late Qi Refining Stage. However, there are too many monster birds, which also prevents him from flying into the sky.
At this moment.
A loud tiger roar came, and a thick wind blade shot at Mu Zhen, and the wind blade roared sharply!
Incomparable fierceness!
“Level 3 saber-toothed tiger monster!”
Mu Zhen's expression changed greatly when he saw this. He did not expect that a third-order saber-toothed tiger demon would be attracted!
Mu Zhen waved his hand and struck the saber-toothed tiger with a wind blade. Yujian wanted to escape, but was surrounded by a tide of beasts, and there were also third-level monsters. He didn't dare to let it go.
But the sky blocked out the sun. Although he struggled to kill more than a dozen second-order magic crows, he was delayed and was once again entangled by the third-order saber-toothed tiger.
"Open it!"
Mu Zhen roared loudly, dodged the attack of the third-level saber-toothed tiger, surged with mana, and used the desperate move 'Ziyang Qi Slash' in Ziyang Jue!
A thick purple sword was shot out, and the demonic birds in front of him exploded one after another. The third-order saber-toothed tiger dodged aside, and a hole appeared in front of Mu Zhen!
Mu Zhen's body flashed with lightning, soaring into the sky from the hole, and finally got out of the circle of demonic birds!
“Chirp!”
“Chirp!”
At this moment, two powerful auras struck!
Shockingly, they were two level three vultures!
"Damn it! Why are there two more third-level demon birds!?"
When Mu Zhen saw these two demon birds, his scalp suddenly went numb. He knew that he could not sink in anymore. , escape in one fell swoop!
Immediately made a gesture with both hands, shot two flame talismans towards a third-level vulture, and at the same time, the sword flew out into the distance!
But.
The flame talisman he played was dodged by the vulture!
Another vulture grabbed it with two thick claws. From Mu Zhen's sword, two wind blades flew out, trying to block the two bird claws, but in this moment of delay, he dodged. Fu Lu's vulture claws were like lightning and grabbed his right hand!
Click!
Mu Zhen felt severe pain in his right arm and his body froze!
At this moment, he felt his eyes being pecked, the pain was excruciating, his eyes were blood red, and he couldn't see. He couldn't care anymore, he used his consciousness to identify the direction, and rushed out of the circle of monster birds with his sword. , However, a wind blade flew out from the ground with Li Xiao, hitting Mu Zhen in the back!
A thigh fell from the air and was torn into pieces and devoured by many monsters.
Immediately afterwards, another bird's claw scratched Mu Zhen's abdomen and grabbed a piece of intestines!
“Ah ah ah”
Mu Zhen howled in pain and blood spilled into the sky.
Flying staggeringly into the distance.
At the same time.
Manyong Mountains, forty miles away.
“Oh my God! Why is there a tide of beasts again!”
“Several third-level monsters have been attracted! Let’s go!”
“What happened? Is there an earthquake? ”
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Around the jade slips buried by Qin Wang, the monks who were killing monsters and looking for elixirs fled in all directions!
"Oh my God! What a terrifying beast tide! Fortunately we didn't go in, otherwise, we would have been torn to pieces by these monster beasts!"
Qingyun Fairy City East Gate 20 Here, among the rocks, Ren Tianchi looked at the tide of beasts deep in the Manyong Mountains, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
“Yes, Brother Ren!”
“You are still wise!”
The three members of the Demon Slayer Alliance behind him were also shocked.
“Zhao Haifeng is probably dead!”
Ren Tianchi murmured as he looked at the roar of the monster beast coming from the depths of the Manyong Mountains.
At this time.
Deep in the Manyong Mountains.
Monster beasts roared, demon birds neighed, everything within a radius of more than ten miles was razed to the ground, and blood flowed into rivers. The ground was full of corpses and mutilated limbs of birds and beasts. Countless monks fled from the center of the beast tide. The jade slips were buried twenty miles away in Qinwang.
“Oh my God!”
“The total of 10 parts of the psychedelic incense that lures monsters and 5 parts of the counter-blood demon incense is so powerful!”
In a gap in the cliff, Qin Wang stuck his head out and felt the roars of monsters coming from the distance, and couldn't help but click his tongue. "I wonder what happened to Master Zixia? Is he dead?"
"Huh? This is Master Zixia?"
Suddenly, Qin Wang looked at the sky, with a touch of shock in his eyes , at this moment, in the sky, a monk wearing a green robe controlled a flying sword and fled towards the direction of Qingyun Immortal City.
The monk was covered in blood, with only one hand and one leg, like a bereaved dog.
That green robe, that figure, flying up from the place where the jade slips were buried, who could it be if it wasn’t the real Zixia from yesterday?
But.
Zixia Zhenren flew for a short time before he staggered and lost control of his flying sword. He and the sword fell down in a valley five miles away.
"Is this old guy seriously injured?"
Qin Wang looked at the valley five miles away, his heart beating loudly!
At this time, it was obvious that Master Zixia was too seriously injured and could not control the flying sword, so he fell directly.
"Zhao Hunyi, go over and take a look!"
"See if he is dead. If he is dead, get the storage bag. If he is not dead, check the situation. If the situation is not right, just chop him with a few swords!"< br>
Qin Wang thought about this, and immediately called the soul servant Zhao Hunyi beside him, gave an order, and handed over a magic sword with a blue edge. This magic sword was the poisonous dragon he bought. Soaked in the venom of poisonous spiders, scorpions and centipedes for half a month.
Whether it is useful to Master Zixia or not, let’s use it first.
“Yes, Master!”
Zhao Hun clasped his fists respectfully to Qin Wang, stretched out his body, took the magic sword, and headed towards the place where Zixia Master fell.
“Damn little bastard!”
Five miles away from Qin Wang, in a valley, Mu Zhen was lying in the weeds, vomiting blood, and his voice was clear With a sense of sadness and anger. "My eyes are gone, and one of my limbs is broken. Hahaha. I didn't expect that I, Mu Zhen, had finally built a foundation, but ended up like this!"
"It's all thanks to that little bastard. I hate it. Ah”
At this moment.
Mu Zhen's eyes were empty, his right hand was cut off at shoulder level, his left leg was completely missing, the incisions were neat, a large gap in his abdomen exposed his internal organs, and blood continued to flow out. His left hand was firmly holding the abdominal wound.
At this moment, although Mu Zhen could use his spiritual consciousness, he could 'see' the surrounding scene.
However, the injury was too serious, the blood flow was too much, and the mana in the body was stagnant, making it impossible to fly with the sword.
If no one rescues you, you will have to wait to die.
"Senior, are you okay?"
"Do you need help from this junior?"
At this moment, a respectful voice sounded, and Mu Zhen's spiritual consciousness swept out, but he 'saw' a monk who was nearly fifty years old and at the sixth level of Qi refining stage. Standing three feet away, he clasped his fists respectfully.
“Cough cough cough”
When Mu Zhen saw Zhao Hunyi, his consciousness scanned his body several times and said in a deep voice. "I was attacked by a powerful third-level monster. Although I was seriously injured, my strength is still there. Come over and bandage my wounds. I won't treat you badly afterwards!"
After saying this, Mu Zhen took control of his spiritual consciousness. The flying sword flew up, hung in the air, flew for a while, and suddenly stuck on the ground beside him.
Mu Zhen knew clearly.
His hands and feet are now broken, his internal organs have been displaced, and his abdominal internal organs are exposed. He can only use a small amount of mana and cannot fly with his sword. He must be bandaged first and recover slowly.
He is also worried that the sixth level of the Qi refining period will add insult to injury.
He calls himself 'Ben Zhenren', just to point out that he is in the foundation building stage, so that the sixth level of Qi refining stage in front of him will be wary and help him bandage his wounds. Although the sword of spiritual control is hanging above his head, he can't lasting.
At most it can be done with one blow.
Therefore, it was inserted aside for the purpose of deterrence.
"Being able to do things for the seniors is a blessing for the juniors. As long as the seniors give the juniors some pointers afterwards, I will be very grateful!"
Zhao Hun stepped forward and said respectfully. "Junior, I will bandage you first, senior!"
"Yes."
Mu Zhen said 'hmm', and looked at Zhao Hunyi with his consciousness, with a look of regret in his eyes.
With his current situation, the best way is to seize the body of a well-qualified body and rebuild it. However, the monk in front of him is only at the sixth level of Qi refining stage in his forties or fifties. It would be of little use to seize the body. He was going to take care of himself first and then talk about it.
"Senior, your thigh is bleeding a lot. I will stop the bleeding from your thigh first."
As soon as Zhao Hun stepped forward, he took out the golden sore medicine from his storage bag and prepared to give it to Mu Zhen's thigh. Spreading on the wound, Mu Zhen said suddenly. "Use mine."
After Mu Zhen said this, two bottles of golden sore medicine appeared in front of Zhao Hunyi.
“Yes! Senior!”
Zhao Hun picked up a white porcelain bottle and uncorked the red cloth, poured out some medicinal powder, put it on Mu Zhen's thigh, wrapped it with a white cloth, and then applied medicine to his abdomen. At this moment, Mu Zhen suddenly trembled all over. , said with a ferocious face. "Bastard, you poisoned me!!?"
The next moment.
The spiritual sword inserted on the side flew up and killed Zhao Hun!
At the critical moment, Zhao Hunyi suddenly transformed his palm into a claw, inserted it into Mu Zhen's wound, pinched his heart, and pulled it out!
Tear apart!
A vivid red heart was picked off and crushed!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"You"
Mu Zhen screamed, his whole body trembling, he stretched out one foot and shivered a few times.
At the same time.
Mu Zhen only felt an overwhelming crisis coming over him. His throat hurt, all his strength dissipated, and his consciousness gradually became blurred!
He also felt that he was floating up and being sucked into a whirlpool!
The flying sword he just thrust out fell powerlessly after piercing an inch into Zhao Hunyi’s heart!
Asking for a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)