Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 56: Punching the Immortal Skull and Painting Red and White

As a doctor, Wu Meng has many friends who are "in the world" and has encountered this scene many times.

However, this time, he looked in a daze, his expression suddenly changed, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Luo Qingbao is an immortal.

Anyone who dares to attack him is probably from the Immortal Family.

Is it a senior brother who didn’t know that he was a mastermind within the sect? Or is it the Sanxian who swam here to kill people and steal wealth?

No matter which one, it is extremely dangerous for Wu Meng.

At this time, people had entered the house. Wu Meng didn't have time to think too much, and took out various ointments from the cabinet. He had prepared them over the past year, but he didn't expect them to be effective at this time.

Wu Meng applied the medicine and asked quickly: "Is anyone chasing you?"

Luo Qingbao looked panicked, shook his head in a daze, and then nodded quickly, as if he was too frightened to understand or speak clearly.

Wu Meng frowned.

After this moment of processing, he had already seen two injuries on Luo Qingbao's body.

The first was a 'blunt blow' injury to the chest, hitting the center of the chest, breaking all the ribs on both sides, and also causing considerable damage to the internal organs.

The second was a penetrating injury to the left waist and abdomen. The wound was as thick as a thumb and smooth and flat.

Judging from the shape, it looked like it had been pierced by a silver needle magnified a thousand times.

Not only was the injury strange, it was also serious.

Wu Meng barely stopped the bleeding, took a Bingpo Pill into his mouth, then carried the person on his back and got into the woods behind the house.

It's too late to say that it only takes a cup of tea from the time someone walks in the door to the time he carries it into the forest.

A cool breeze swept through.

Insects chirped.

As soon as Wu Meng Qinggong landed, Luo Qingbao woke up a little: "They are the casual cultivators who have been coming here in the past few days!"

"I saw his face clearly!"

"When I return to the mountain, I will call my master brothers to kill this despicable old thief!"

He gritted his teeth and said each sentence more harshly. It seemed that he was extremely angry.

As he said that, Luo Qingbao scanned the forest without realizing it: "Why did you run this way? We need to call people in the market quickly!"

Wu Meng whispered: "There are only ordinary people in the world, and practitioners only pass by during the day."

Luo Qingbao was silent, his expression quite ugly.

Fortunately, Wu Meng still heard a key piece of information from his previous words...

There seemed to be only one casual cultivator who made the sneak attack.

"Do you still have the means to fight with others?" Wu Meng asked.

"And... there is also a fire control technique..."

"...won't you run?"

Luo Qingbao's voice was trembling, and after his anger subsided, there was a hint of fear in his words.

"The smell of blood on your body is too strong," Wu Meng replied.

"What if... the thief can't smell it..." Luo Qingbao's voice was as low as a mosquito's moan.

Wu Meng still explained patiently: "There are dense forests all around. If the thief doesn't have any tracking methods, he should be the one to escape."

The moonlight is far away.

Projected along the gaps between the tree shadows.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew the leaves of the branches.

There was a "rustling" friction sound, and it seemed like a venomous snake was crawling among the dead leaves everywhere, looming.

Luo Qingbao seemed like a frightened rabbit. Whenever there was any movement, he would tremble slightly with fear.

He held Wu Meng's arm tightly.

Mortal, at this moment, became the backbone of the two.

In just half the time it took to burn the incense, there was a sudden sound of wind in the distance.

Luo Qingbao clenched his palms tightly.

Not far away, a tall and thin figure stood at the door of Wu Meng's cabin.

The figure cast a long shadow against the moonlight, and only half of the outline of the mandible could be seen from under the hood of the night jacket.

He stared into the room, and when his palms turned over, a palm-sized mouse was thrown out.

The mouse landed on the ground, the tip of its nose twitching.

It just ran a few steps in the direction of the house, suddenly turned its direction, and started chirping towards the forest where the two of them were hiding. The hiding place has been discovered!

The Taoist slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the forest from a distance, the corner of his mouth under the hood seemed to be smiling.

He did not rush forward, but made several finger gestures, muttered something in his mouth, and then raised his fingers to his heart.

A stream of light, like water ripples and wind patterns, covered his entire body.

Light Body Technique.

Wind Control Technique.

The moon is bright.

Cool breeze.

The next moment, the figure was floating lightly in the forest, and in the bushes directly in front, there was a seriously injured figure crawling.

"Got you."

The solemn voice followed the moonlight and permeated the entire forest.

The Taoist pointed at the figure.

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

Mixed with the sound of wind, energy came quietly from behind.

The strong wind overturned the figure, but it turned out to be a 'dummy' stuffed with dead leaves. Fallen leaves were all over the sky. The Taoist didn't seem to be surprised at all, and turned around suddenly: "I have been waiting here for a long time!"

At some point, he held an earth-yellow talisman in his left palm, blooming with a hazy aura.

As soon as the Taoist dusted off the talisman, his right hand had already begun to perform the talisman.

Just as he was about to lift the talisman, a palm print that was originally a foot away appeared in front of him as if teleporting!

"!!"

The hood was blown open, revealing the Taoist's cold face, his eyes widening slightly.

This palm was struck by Wu Meng, and it took ten stamina. Even a master in the heavenly realm couldn't sustain it.

As for the 'teleport' of the palm mark, the bonus derived from Wu Meng's state of mind is not really teleportation, but a 'skip' from the opponent's mind for a period of time.

The palm print reaches the face.

The fierce wind pressure blew the talisman onto his hand, blowing his hair away, messing up his face, and all the fallen leaves in the sky.

At the critical moment, the Taoist jumped lightly and bowed to the wind.

His whole body floated backwards with the wind of his palm.

Wu Meng's palm print was less than a foot away from him, but it was as insurmountable as a natural chasm.

Seeing this scene, Wu Meng didn't feel disappointed on his face, but his eyes lit up.

"Drive out the fire and burn him!"

Wu Meng didn't understand the principle of the technique, but he still had the basic common sense. If he dared to take advantage of the wind, a stream of fire would be sprayed out along the wind of his palm. Let's see if you are faster or faster!

However, the fire did not light up.

The situation in the war is changing rapidly, and shouting out is a step too late, not to mention the inability to get angry.

While the Taoist was floating in the air, he opened the talisman.

The earth-yellow talisman glowed brightly and turned into a broken pottery figurine, blocking the way of the Taoist.

boom!

When the palm print fell on his body, there was just a muffled sound, stirring up some dust, and then disappeared without a trace.

This is a palm that can sink the ground!

Although the state of mind bonus is different and the power is not comparable to the Tongxuan back then, it is too shocking to leave only this trace.

Wu Meng was already close at this time, and when he was about to make a move, he saw the pottery figurines turning into sand and melting into the ground.

The next moment, sand and rocks flew in front of him, pottery figurines rose from the ground, and he grasped them with a stone palm the size of a calf.

Behind the pottery figurine, the Taoist looked at him coldly, pinching the magic formula with his hands and silently reciting it, and golden light gathered towards him.

At the critical moment, Wu Meng raised his fist to face Shizhang.

The bright thunder eagle shadow burst out between his fists.

Thunder Eagle breaks!

boom!

Amidst the loud noise that shook the ground, earth and rocks flew, a hole was drilled out of the huge stone palm, and Wu Meng was shot out.

The Taoist's eyes widened in disbelief, and the exorcism technique was about to attract the wind.

However, the figure that was still a foot away has come closer, and with it, fists are getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision.

boom!

Just like melons blooming and dates cracking.

The stars spray out a wonderful red and white painting in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)