A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 57
chirp—dang clang—

Suddenly, a blue light seemed to fly from the sky.

Just as Su Mo was waiting to die, a flying sword came flying not far away, and it shot out obliquely, directly hitting the black-clothed foundation-building flying sword.

The two flying swords changed directions almost at the same time, and flew back to their masters.

"Who?"

The foundation-building monk in black shook his head violently.

Not far away, a black-clothed monk gradually appeared in the void, also covering his face with spells.However, Su Mo recognized at a glance that it was the senior brother who had saved him just now.

"Junior Brother Su, I was a step too late! You have suffered."

The senior brother in black had a relaxed tone, as if everything was under control.

Intermediate foundation building!

The Black Clothes who intercepted and killed Su Mo couldn't help being shocked, and he saw the monk on the other side at a glance.

"Who am I? Then who are you? Hehe!" Brother Heiyi sneered, "Why don't you wait for three hundred miles to do it? In Wulun Immortal Realm, you are capable only if you dare to kill him!"

"A qi refining level [-] plus an early stage of foundation establishment, to kill a qi refining level [-], but let others kill one instead, wouldn't it be shameful?"

"Hmph!" the black-clothed monk snorted coldly.Immediately, with a sudden shake of his hand, it turned out to be a signal talisman, which rushed directly to the sky.

The black-clothed brother looked up and seemed to have looked at the signal, but he didn't make any sign, let alone stop him.

"That's good! Everyone is here, and then kill them together!"

Senior brother in black said that, but he was not slow in action.He wants Su Mo to settle down.

call--

With a shake of his hand, a new five-wheeled flying sail appeared in the void.Then, another cloud of spiritual light appeared in his hand, directly enveloping Su Mo, and sent five rounds of flying sails.

Immediately, the black-clothed monk sacrificed another talisman, which was printed directly on the five-wheeled flying sail.

Snapped--

The talisman is printed on the sail.In an instant, a defensive formation appeared directly around the five-wheeled flying sail.This time, even if he wanted to knock down the five-wheeled flying sail, it would not be easy.

"Five rounds of Xuanmen! Get up!"

call--

As the black-clothed brother stopped drinking, the five-wheeled flying sail seemed to have become spiritual, and its speed was twice as fast as usual, and it went straight to the five-wheeled Xuanmen.

Su Mo seemed to be dreaming.

Turning around, the black-clothed senior brother finally came.

Su Mo lay on the five-wheeled flying sail, and finally gained some strength, and immediately clasped the jade slip that Mu Jinghong gave him in his hand.

Three hundred miles!
As long as one to five rounds of Immortal Realm, Su Mo will immediately communicate with Mu Jinghong.If Senior Brother Hei Yi was a little late just now, he would be finished.

Who are those two monks?What did you take from them?
Su Mo pondered in his heart, it should not be the thing in the cave that hides the altar of souls.Because, the hidden soul altar cave is definitely not accessible to everyone.

Then, it is very likely that it is the brown-yellow bead in the yellow ancient altar that fell from the skyline of Zhuxinya.The bead was still in Su Mo's storage bag.

However, he hasn't had a chance to think about it.

At this time, Su Mo's arms trembled.The little white pig jumped out with a humming sound.

hum!

The little guy twisted his buttocks, seeing Su Mo's miserable appearance, tears were streaming down his face.

fine!

Su Mo forced a smile, and sighed in his heart: I am really too weak as the master. If I was killed just now, this little guy will probably end up in bad luck.

The little white pig seemed to understand what Su Mo was thinking, and stuck out his little tongue to lick the blood on Su Mo's face.

hum!

Then, the little guy snorted and spewed out two streams of white air.

chi chi-

The white air dispersed and circled Su Mo directly.Su Mo felt his body warm instantly, and the pain in his body disappeared.

"Humph!"

Su Mo was slightly startled.This little guy actually has such a skill.In fact, this is not the first time that the little white pig has healed his wounds.It's just that Su Mo didn't see it last time when he was in a coma.

hum-

The little white pig kept spraying white gas from its nose.

Su Mo's injury this time was much worse than the time he fell from Zhuxin Cliff.There were countless wounds on his body, but as soon as the white qi of the little white pig arrived, all those wounds had begun to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little white pig's body gradually lost a small amount of weight.

"Hmph! It's done."

Seeing the little white pig getting thinner, Su Mo couldn't help feeling a little worried.This won't hurt the little white pig, will it?
hum-

The little guy didn't care about that, the white air kept gushing out until the white air enveloped Su Mo's whole body.The little guy lost a full two laps.

Su Mo's body no longer trembled, and his limbs could move.That white gas is quite miraculous.

Humph--

The little white pig stopped spraying white gas.However, its eyes could hardly be opened, and its body was on the verge of falling, as if it was drunk.

hum!Su Mo couldn't help but worry.

But, look at the little guy staggering directly into Su Mo's arms, and then fell asleep.

In fact, every time this kind of healing needs to consume a lot of soul energy of the little white pig.So, it's very exhausting.

Only then did Su Mo heave a sigh of relief. He felt that his injuries had healed a lot. He was able to hold the broken bamboo pole with his hand, and he had a little strength.

This made Su Mo feel more at ease.

Wulun Feifan went straight to Wulun Xuanmen.

Su Mo couldn't get up yet, so he could only silently use the formula to adjust his breath and heal his wounds.At this time, several figures had already flown out three hundred miles away, directly meeting Su Mo's sail.

Su Mo will not be mentioned for the time being, but only the two black-clothed monks who are facing each other.

The black-clothed monk who intercepted and killed Su Mo was in the early stage of foundation establishment; the black-clothed monk who protected Su Mo was in the middle stage of foundation establishment.This is almost a battle without suspense.

At the early stage of foundation establishment in black, he understood that he had only one escape.

It is impossible for him to defeat a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

So, almost as soon as he finished throwing the signal talisman, he started to escape.However, the direction of his escape was not the direction of the Bone Sect, but went straight to the Wulun Xuanmen.

If Su Mo saw this scene, he would be shocked.

However, the senior brother in black who protected Su Mo didn't feel any disturbance in his heart.

All of this was what he expected.

"I want to escape! It's not that easy." The black-clothed brother sneered, and then his voice became colder, "Whoever hurts Su Mo will be killed without mercy!"

Those few words were extremely cold, like bone-chilling cold.

The black-clothed Foundation Establishment cultivator who had already escaped a certain distance couldn't help being shocked when he heard this.

Because, the beginning of those seven words definitely did not come from the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.In the middle stage of foundation establishment, this sentence was definitely relayed.

Because, those seven characters actually contained Dao rhyme.

That is the Taoist rhyme of knotting pills!

Establishing the foundation in black, who wanted to escape, was taken aback for an instant, and the magic cover on his face was also slightly dissipated.Because he was completely overwhelmed by those seven words.

He is absolutely crushing and killing!

Ha ha!

At this time, the black-clothed senior brother had already moved and was directly in front of him.Apart from anything else, with a flick of the wrist, a fairy sword is in hand.

The black-clothed senior brother has already seen the face of the black-clothed foundation building.It was an ordinary face with a brownish-yellow mark between the eyebrows.

This point is actually the same as the fat monk just now.

"As expected!" The black-clothed senior brother smiled coldly at the black-clothed foundation building.At the same time, the fairy sword in his hand had pierced into the heart of the black-clothed foundation-building fairy.

puff--

A sword pierced.

From the back of the foundation-building cultivator in black, a foot-long icy sword was exposed.

At the same time, the cover-up technique on the face of the black-clothed brother also slightly dissipated, revealing his true face.

"Let you die to understand! Look who I am!"

At this time, the black-clothed Foundation Establishment Immortal's heart was broken, and his eyes were full of horror.

"You? Shen Lang—"

Huh—poof—

Before the black-clothed Zhu Ji could finish speaking, the corner of Shen Lang's mouth curled, his wrist turned, and his sword was raised upwards.The black-clothed Foundation Establishment cultivator was split in half by him, and instantly turned into blood mist.

Shen Lang sneered, put away his storage bag, and the black clothes disappeared as soon as he turned around.

(End of this chapter)