fantasy novels Chapter 584: Healing
Chapter 584: Healing
Chapter 584: Chapter 584: HealingSuccess?
Xu Qian'an was delighted, and while paying attention to the movement above his head, he rushed towards Miao Youfang.
Although he had full confidence in Luo Yuheng, he had to consider the unexpected in everything. If the national teacher was defeated by the Buddhist Arhat because of his "sad" personality.
Or the Arhat had another trump card and defeated the national teacher with the home advantage, these were all possible.
In this case, Miao Youfang was his current focus, and finishing off Ji Xuan and others was secondary.
Obviously, the guys who were Xu Yinluo's enemies were not stupid. While paying attention to the movement in the air, they quickly gathered while Xu Qian'an was slightly towards Miao Youfang.
The white tiger turned into a two-zhang-long real body and carried Xu Yuanshuang and Xu Yuanhuai on its back. It had a broken right forelimb and looked particularly miserable.
Liu Hongmian supported the seriously injured Ji Xuan, moved closer, and threw Ji Xuan on the tiger's back.
Although all parties were taking action, they always paid attention to the golden bowl.
Even Ji Xuan, who was seriously injured, did not care about taking in qi to heal his wounds, and stared at the sky.
The others also regarded the Duqing Arhat as their last straw. .
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the golden bowl, and spider-web-like cracks spread all over the golden bowl.
Then, in the increasingly horrified eyes of the people below, the golden bowl exploded with a "bang".
Three figures fell from it, including Luo Yuheng, who was covered in blood, the trembling Saint, and the Duqing Arhat.
At this time, the Duqing Arhat had a bloodstained iron sword inserted into the Baihui acupoint on his head, half of which was inserted into his head and half of which was exposed.
He looked decadent, with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and motionless.
Jingxin's eyes were bloodshot.
The monk Jingyuan had two lines of blood on his cheeks, and he stared at this side in a daze.
"The Arhat has lost."
Liu Hongmian screamed.
Qi Huan Danxiang, Ji Xuan, Jiao Ye Laodao and others were pale.
Baihu didn't say anything, and fled with the wind, panicking like a dog that lost its home.
Xu Qian'an raised his eyebrows: "Want to leave?"
He sprinted two steps and threw out the Taiping sword with all his strength. This time, he was inspired by Qi Huan Danxiang and used the heart poison to control the Taiping sword, just like controlling sparrows and orange cats.
In this way, it can ensure that the Taiping sword will not be affected by Qi Huan Danxiang's heart poison after it leaves his control.
In a sense, this is a kind of unity between man and sword.
Whoosh... The shrill sound of breaking through the air pierced people's eardrums. The Taiping sword quickly caught up with Baihu, and the knife energy that split the face like a cut made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.
With a slight "click" sound, Ji Xuan crushed the teleportation jade talisman in his hand.
As the descendant of the Lord of Qianlong City and the younger generation that Xu Pingfeng valued, he naturally had many means of self-rescue and life-saving.
If he encountered an opponent stronger than himself, he would be slaughtered without any means of response. How could he travel the world?
At this moment, the Taiping Sword spewed out sword energy without any warning. This sword energy was thin and dim, like a cold arrow fired in secret.
After the jade talisman was crushed, Ji Xuan and others felt relieved. Their tense nerves had just relaxed, and no one reacted.
A dark golden sword light was reflected in Ji Xuan's pupils.
His expression became extremely terrified. This sword energy was coming towards him, and at this time, his martial arts body was broken.
At this time, the sword light reflected in his pupils was blocked by a shadow.
The shadow exploded immediately, and the flesh and bones were splattered. The remaining sword energy pierced Ji Xuan's shoulder, and was finally blocked by the copper skin and iron bones of the white tiger.
At the critical moment, the old Taoist of Banana Leaf stepped forward and blocked the sword for him.
The clear light rose from the bottom to the top, wrapped the group of people, and teleported them away.
"Since ancient times, cousins have been hateful, the four evil men Yun Zhonghe!"
Xu Qi'an clicked his tongue twice and muttered, "You are lucky."
He turned his head and boasted happily, "National Master, have you captured the Duqing Arhat?"
The facts were in front of him, and he still wanted to confirm it again.
Luo Yuheng nodded slightly, with sorrow condensed between his eyebrows:
"Go quickly."
Xu Qi'an carefully examined her and found that the national master's breath was weak, her beautiful eyes were hidden with fatigue, and blood was oozing under her gorgeous feather clothes. It was obvious that she was seriously injured.
"Are you seriously injured?"
Luo Yuheng nodded, looking into the distance, and her pleasant voice was full of fatigue:
"The physical body was severely injured, but the Yang Shen body was fine."
For Taoist monks, as long as the Yuan Shen was still there, they would not die, and at most they would die in battle. Of course, doing so would cause endless troubles.
As for Luo Yuheng, if he wanted to be promoted to a first-grade land immortal, his physical body had to merge with his Dharma body when he was going through the tribulation, and he would become an immortal.
If his physical body was destroyed at this time, he would have no hope of becoming a first-grade immortal.
Luo Yuheng continued, "When the golden bowl was destroyed, there was a lot of noise. I think the two Vajras have noticed the abnormality here. It is not advisable to stay here for long."
Xu Qian'an understood what she meant. If the two Vajras desperately robbed people and escaped, the Yang Shen of Tianzong might not be able to keep them.
As we all know, warriors are notoriously difficult to deal with, and the physical defense of Vajras is stronger than that of third-grade warriors of the same realm.
And now Luo Yuheng is in a bad state.
Xu Qi'an immediately summoned the distant pagoda and took Miao Youfang, Li Lingsu, Jingxin and Jingyuan into it.
This broken pagoda was unwilling to attack the Buddhist disciples and watched the show for a long time. Now that the overall situation has been decided, it is no longer stubborn.
Because the Arhats could not enter the pagoda, Luo Yuheng waved his sleeves, rolled up Xu Qi'an and Duqing Arhat, and rode away with the wind.
In just two or three minutes, the earth roared and two golden lights shot straight to the ground.
This was the strange phenomenon caused by the two Vajra running wildly.
Behind the two golden lights, Tianzong's Bingyi Yuanjun and Xuancheng Taoist priest stepped on the flying sword, whistling like the wind, chasing closely.
But after seeing the victory of the main battlefield and the empty building, the two Tianzong Yangs slowed down immediately.
They looked at each other, turned the flying sword 90 degrees, rushed into the sky, and disappeared in the vast sea of clouds.
"Duqing Arhat was defeated."
Dunan Vajra had a majestic body and looked around with a stern look, sensing the remaining breath of the golden bowl.
This Vajra who survived the Jiazi Demon Suppression five hundred years ago was furious.
Shura Vajra Dufan pinched his eyebrows, calmed his inner restlessness, and said slowly:
"It should be just sealed. No one in the same realm can kill Duqing Arhat.
"Luo Yuheng may not be in a good condition now. Let's go to Yongzhou and Qingxing Garden to
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Luo Yuheng took Xu Qian'an away from Yongzhou, flying north with golden light.
Passing through the vast mountains, plains, and rivers, a city appeared below.
Luo Yuheng lowered the golden light and landed outside the city.
"I need to recuperate and find an inn to stay first."
She whispered.
The reason why I didn't go back to Yongzhou City was because Du Nan and Du Fan, the two Vajra, would definitely search for me.
Du Qing Luohan closed his eyes and sat cross-legged silently, like a lifeless sculpture.
He floated beside Luo Yuheng, being pulled and controlled by her.
Entering the small town, along the main road, Xu Qian'an glanced at the banners and blessings fluttering on both sides and easily picked an inn.
Luo Yuheng made a hand gesture with one hand, led the Duqing Arhat, and followed Xu Qi'an.
"Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay?"
Entering the lobby of the inn, the waiter came up to him attentively, ignoring Luo Yuheng and the Duqing Arhat with the iron sword stuck in his head.
The other diners seemed to be unable to see Luo Yuheng either, and did not cast a surprised look at her.
Xu Qi'an glanced at her and said, "A guest room."