Daoying

Chapter 37 Burnt
Luo Furong has been watching the two anxiously, seeing Xie Huan's trick, she couldn't help being anxious.

There is a hidden space in the black gang ring, Huang Yang hid in it and attacked him before, Xie Huan was sucked into it, it might be bad luck.

She glanced at the Zhan Ge who fell beside her, crawled over with difficulty, and propped her body up with the Zhan Ge, as long as she still had a breath, she couldn't sit still and wait for death.

All kinds of medicines for healing, tonic, and qi recovery on his body, as long as they are positive, even including detoxification and refreshing, are all poured into the mouth like beans, and swallowed whole.

Then he dragged Zhange and walked towards the black gang ring.

One step, two steps... Just as he was about to get close to the Heigang ring, the Heigang ring suddenly shook violently, making a "buzzing" sound in the sea water, and a terrifying aura surged out from inside.

Luo Furong was terrified, and hastily picked up the sword and stood in front of her.

"Oh!"

She spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out, falling to the ground far away.

The mask on her face was shattered, revealing a scorched face, her eyes widened, and she stared forward in horror.

The black gang ring is extremely unstable, sometimes big and sometimes small, and every time it changes, it is accompanied by a terrifying breath, which evaporates the sea water on all sides.

Luo Furong was extremely far away, and they all felt an extremely manic heat wave, as if they were in a flame.

At this moment, the black gang ring exploded with a "bang", countless water vapors evaporated, and a terrifying green light spread out instantly.

"Do you think you trapped me?"

Xie Huan's ferocious voice sounded: "When you have this thought, it is when you are trapped by me. Put it to death and then live, and you will survive after being trapped."

Luo Furong's eyes were wide open, and Xie Huan's figure was in a trance in the dark green, and a crane sounded quickly, Huang Yang hugged the big bell, and fled to the distance in horror.

It turned out that after Xie Huan and Huang Yang fought a few tricks, they knew that this person was invincible, and even difficult to outsmart him. He didn't have poisonous needles and true self-nature, and the only hole card left was ghost fire.

But this fire is too domineering and violent, and if one is not careful, it may catch fire on the upper body and go offline directly.

So he only had one chance, and Huang Yang's prudence would not give him a chance. Xie Huan was worried that it would take too long for the other party's helper to arrive, so he could only take a risk and exchange it with death.

Luo Furong had already informed him of the existence of the black gang ring on the nameplate. Xie Huan imagined more than a dozen situations in which he would be put to death, and this was just one of them.

When Huang Yang thought he was going to die, he didn't know that he was going to die.

When strength is insufficient, outsmart, and when outsmart is difficult, the competition is awareness.

"Whoosh!"

Three artifacts flew out of Xie Huan's body, all of which were inherited sharp blades, wrapped in will-o'-the-wisps, and flew out instantly.

"Fellow Daoist, stop, you have something to say!"

Huang Yang yelled in horror.

He knew how powerful this green fire was, just now in the black gang circle, he just touched it, and almost burned his soul away.

Even the black gang ring itself could not withstand its burning.

The distance is too short at this moment, he is completely locked by the three instruments, and he cannot avoid it at all.

"Oh!"

Huang Yang raised the bell and tried his best to block it.

All the three instruments hit the bell, but the flames burned through him in an instant, and his entire front was sprayed in an instant.

"what!"

Huang Yang screamed, dropped the big clock, and fled again.

His body was full of fire, and he was in great pain. The moment he turned around, there was a sword light and Xie Huan's icy voice: "Don't be afraid, fellow daoist, I'll cut off your head, and the pain won't be over."

"laugh!"

The new moon passes by, and the Wu hook is frosty and snowy.

Not to mention, the ice on the neck has a cooling effect, this is Huang Yang's last thought.

Luo Furong crouched in the distance, watching this scene in disbelief.

The ghostly will-o'-the-wisp was still burning on Xie Huan's body, obviously scorching the flesh and turning it into charred black bit by bit.

He took out the Qingliu Pill, poured it all in one go, and then activated the defensive magic circle on his chest, as well as a layer of gauze, armor, etc., all covering his body.

It is a little bit that can be blocked.

Then he made the formula with one hand, closed his eyes lightly, and operated the formula of longevity. Under the burning of the flames, a green glow emerged to protect his body.

The gauze, armor and other protective equipment burst into pieces after holding on for less than three seconds under the will-o'-the-wisp.

Luo Furong was startled and panicked, the terrifying flames had obviously gotten out of control on Xie Huan, if they couldn't be suppressed any longer, they might turn into ashes in an instant.

But Xie Huan's expression made her heart tremble.

In the raging fire, Xie Huan didn't show a trace of panic or fear. On the contrary, his face was calm, and he made the seals in an orderly manner, calmly, as if the fire wasn't burning on him.

Luo Furong froze for a moment, feeling an inexplicable shock.

This kind of composure and self-confidence is definitely not something that ordinary monks can achieve. Even if she has been tempered and her strength is infinitely close to that of Foundation Establishment, it is impossible for her to be so calm and calm in such a moment of life and death, and even...have a trace of elegance.

Xie Huan frowned slightly, as if sensing something unusual, he slowly opened his eyes, a bright pupil flickered like lightning.

strangeness……

When the fire reached his lifeline, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and gradually weakened.

This subtle awareness is not obvious, but it is real.

At the same time, Xie Huan bought time, and finally controlled the will-o'-the-wisp before the danger, and extinguished it little by little.

Could it be something that the original owner swallowed back then?
The original owner accidentally swallowed something back then, and stepped directly into Qi refining from a mortal womb. An existence like this that can reverse the root bone would not be a mortal thing.

It's a pity that the memory is fuzzy, and I can't remember what that thing looked like.

Xie Huan stopped thinking about it, took out a large amount of elixir and swallowed it, and dragging his seriously injured body, he began to inherit Huang Yang's legacy and Zhu Fei's legacy.

At the moment, his body exudes a strong smell of barbecue, and his whole body hurts sharply when he moves, but the inheritance is important, and he must leave quickly, otherwise he will really die when the enemies on the other sides turn back.

"Can you still move?"

After Xie Huan inherited the inheritance, he looked at Luo Furong.

Luo Furong was in a daze, and even now she still couldn't believe that she was saved.

She tried to run her mind and tried to get up, but she struggled twice and fell to the ground again. She could only shake her head helplessly, and looked at Xie Huan as if asking for help.

"If you can't walk, you have to go."

Xie Huan picked up the dagger on the ground, handed one end to Luo Furong and said, "You grab it, and I will take you away."

Luo Furong grabbed the other end, with the buoyancy of water, it is not difficult to drive a person.

It's just that Xie Huan himself was seriously injured, and it was very painful to swim in the water, but he kept his face expressionless and just led Luo Furong to swim up to the surface of the water.

Suddenly two black figures appeared in the distance, swimming towards the altar at a certain speed.

Xie Huan's face changed slightly, and he said decisively: "I can't go away, hide first!"

Immediately changed direction, dragged Luo Furong back to the altar, and found a ruined wall to hide.

The two clung to each other, looking outside vigilantly.

Luo Furong suddenly smiled.

Xie Huan frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Luo Furong's face flushed, she lowered her head in embarrassment, her eyes fell on the two of them, and she pointed again.

It turned out that two charred blacks were glued together, pitch black, like two humanoid coals, Xie Huan also thought it was a little funny, so he couldn't help laughing: "It's a big loss, people die for money, maybe this time it's real dead."

"Thank you for saving me in the end."

Luo Furong said emotionally, her voice was soft and soft, very pleasant to hear.

At this moment, she no longer had the coldness and arrogance of the past, no longer the unattainable sense of distance, only a kind of peace and sincerity.

"It's just a matter of profit."

Xie Huan glanced at her, then looked outside the altar, thinking quickly about how to get out.

He has experienced all kinds of life and death, and he will never give up until he really dies in the end.

Suddenly Luo Furong exclaimed: "It seems to be...they!"

There was joy in the voice.

Xie Huan also noticed the two figures, which seemed to be Lu Ran and Zhao Shuifan, but he still said vigilantly: "Don't go out, things are weird."

Luo Furong nodded with a "huh" and leaned against Xie Huan.

Those two figures also seemed to become more cautious, using their spiritual sense to search from a distance, not daring to go forward.

"It might really be them."

Luo Furong took out the nameplate. She had sent messages to the two of them before, but she didn't reply, but now she got a response, asking "Is the captain still there?", "We're coming here now", all half a quarter of an hour ago.

"Send a message to test it out." Xie Huan turned around and said.

Luo Furong thought for a while, and sent a message to Zhao Shuifan: "Last time, how many spirit stones did everyone reward for the mission on Wangyue Island?"

Zhao Shuifan returned after a while: "Captain, are you still alive? The last mission was on Chaxiang Island, not on Wangyue Island. Each of them got a reward of [-] low-grade spirit stones."

Luo Furong said happily: "They are not fake."

Xie Huan asked again: "Is it possible that they betrayed?"

Luo Furong pondered: "The two are loyal and reliable, the possibility of betrayal is very small."

"Ask how they survived."

Xie Huan was still extremely puzzled. With the strength of these two people, it is impossible to survive the layout of Huang Yang and others, and there are two more alive. Judging from the direction, the two came from the same direction.

Luo Furong asked immediately.

As the news kept coming, the two of them finally understood.

It turned out that Lu Ran was a road idiot. He was going west, but he got lost while walking, so he turned around and wanted to ask Luo Furong, but he went wrong again and went to Zhao Shuifan in the south.

It happened that Zhao Shuifan was fighting with two disciples of the Sun Moon Sect. He was already at a loss and was in danger, so he hurried forward to save him.

After a hard fight, they finally defeated the opponent miserably, and they all survived by luck.

"This kid is indeed a road idiot."

Luo Furong showed a smile, and she was in a good mood, unexpectedly, in such a desperate situation, all of their team survived.

"Then let them come over."

Most of the doubts in Xie Huan's heart dissipated.

Soon those two figures came, their faces pale and frightening, their wounds were soaked in water for too long, they became swollen, Lu Ran even lost an arm, and his entire left shoulder was cut off.

Seeing their state, Xie Huan completely let go of his guard.

"Captain, you!—"

Zhao Shuifan looked at Luo Furong, widened his eyes and screamed.

Luo Furong took a new mask and put it on her face, and wrapped it with a robe, but the exposed parts, such as her neck, hands, and even her eye sockets, were still scorched black. not come out.

She stared at Zhao Shuifan, and Zhao Shuifan covered his mouth in fright, not daring to say anything.

"Who is this?"

Lu Ran looked at Xie Huan, it was pitch black, and he didn't look like a human being. After a long time, he asked, "Captain, could it be the spirit beast you secretly raised?"

After speaking, she took a deep breath and felt a hundred times fiercer eyes than staring at Zhao Shuifan, Luo Furong almost split him with her eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Luo Furong was furious, her eyes sprayed not only fire but also knives, and she shouted, "He is Xie Huan."

(End of this chapter)