Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 311

"Duan Qi, are you okay?" Han Mengling came to Duan Qi's side and gently stroked Duan Qi's back. Only she knew how determined Duan Qi was when he said those words.

He is afraid, he is trembling.

Because I saw the seductive appearance of Duckweed, because I saw Duckweed easily defeated Xiao Linglong.

He said that duckweed is not the queen of the demon world, but how could he deceive him in his own heart?
"Sword spirit! I want to revive master Xiao Jian and senior brother!" Duan Qi hugged the fainted duckweed with one hand, and the sword in the stone pendant tightly with the other, and said silently in his heart.

The sword spirit soon woke up, and the lazy voice was still there: "Young man, you can't revive Xiao Jian and Fang Jie."

"Why? Trade my life!" Duan Qi shouted.

"Hehe, young man, you are so naive." Jian Ling smiled, "People cannot be resurrected after death. This is the law of everything, and no one can change it."

"Impossible? The duckweed..."

Sword Spirit sighed helplessly: "Oh, do you remember what I said? When I revived Duckweed, I already said that this girl has a special physique. If she is rescued in time, there is still hope of her survival. "

"Special constitution?" Duan Qi said.

Sword Spirit said: "That's right, you should understand by now that duckweed is not a body!"

"So that's how it is, that's how it is!" Duan Qi raised his head and slowly looked at the zenith of the seventh floor.

"Young man, don't rush to die! You only have half of your life, don't regard your life as worthless! When the time comes, if you want to escape, you will not be able to escape your fate! Your life will come sooner or later." Give it all to me!"

Listening to Jian Ling's last words, Duan Qi couldn't help but shudder.

"My life, sooner or later, will be handed over to you?" Duan Qi muttered to himself, suddenly he realized that he was afraid of death.

——Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the taste of waiting for death.

"Little Ling'er, let's go!" Duan Qi picked up the duckweed with both hands. Several bones in his back were broken.

He gritted his teeth and turned around slowly, beads of cold sweat dripping down his forehead unstoppably.

Duan Qi's resolute and unyielding appearance shocked many Spirit Sword Sect disciples. His back was so resolute that everyone believed that he would definitely become the peak powerhouse in the near future.

"Let's leave Jiange!" Lin Miao ordered.

Ye Feixue replied in a low voice, "Yes."

The surrounding female disciples all agreed: "Yes, Master."

Only Yuan Wu was still a little dazed: "We...we just watch them wander around in the Jiange like this?"

Yuan Wu looked at the back of Duan Qi going to the eighth floor, still very unwilling, it was like letting him let go of the enemy with his own hands, watching the enemy leave, but unable to kill him, this feeling is really like a knife cut.

Nangongque smiled faintly and said, "Let's go! Do you know why Jiange is a forbidden area?"

Yuan Wu shook his head, but said with a smile: "Hehe, who knows! The rules passed down from generation to generation, who cares why it is a forbidden place! In short, if the ancestors say it is a forbidden place, then it is a forbidden place!"

Yuan Wu also smiled comprehensibly.

But both Lin Miao and Nangongque stopped talking. What is the secret of Jiange?

Why did Jiange become a forbidden place?
The three of them were silent and walked downstairs slowly.

Yuan Wu picked up Xiao Linglong, who was like charred charcoal, while Nan Gongque dragged the mad Baihe Daoist, while Lin Miao carried Xiao Jian's body on his back, and the group left like this.

The atmosphere of the entire Spirit Sword Sect is extremely heavy. I am afraid that after today, the head will change again. After today, there will be another election for the head.

Among them, the thing that worries Lin Miao the most is the Blood Refining Gate.

"Master, are you worried about the people from the Blood Refining Sect?" Ye Feixue seemed to understand Lin Miao's thoughts.

Lin Miao walked down the steps and said calmly, "That's right. If Han Mengling informs the people of the Blood Refining Sect to let the Blood Refining Sect come to attack our Spirit Sword Sect, I'm afraid the timing is just right."

Ye Feixue said: "No."

Lin Miao was slightly surprised: "How do you know you can't?"

Ye Feixue said: "I believe in Han Mengling, besides, the last time we went on a mission, the Blood Refining Sect was seriously injured, Han Yu still needs to recuperate for a few months, and he is not willing to attack our Spirit Sword Sect for a while. Because among them, Xuanwuzong is holding them back."

"Hehe, Feixue, you're right. In fact, after thinking about it as a teacher, those old tortoises in Xuanwuzong are the most cunning!" Lin Miao was also a little disdainful, but he couldn't help Xuanwuzong. ah?
Yuan Wu also felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and couldn't help cursing: "Mal Gobi, Xuanwuzong's tortoise sons are all shrunk in their tortoise shells, and the cowards will die, and the men will beat and kill if they want to. Just kill, cowering like a woman."

"What's wrong with women? Are you looking down on women?" Lin Miao gave him a blank look.

Yuan Wu hurriedly laughed, and laughed innocently: "No, no, I, Yuan, are convinced of Junior Sister Lin's cultivation."

Duan Qi and Han Mengling went to the eighth floor.

The eighth floor of Jiange was pitch black.

There is no light.

Han Mengling lit a torch, but she suddenly found that the torch couldn't light up here. She could feel the temperature of the flame, but she couldn't see the flame glowing.

"It's so strange! The fire is lit, but there is no light!" Han Mengling felt a little scared, and quietly took Duan Qi's arm.

"Hmm..." Duan Qi was in pain.

"What's wrong? Ah, I'm sorry, did I touch your wound?" Han Mengling immediately let go, but it was pitch black, she couldn't see Duan Qi, and felt even more afraid in her heart.

"Little Ling'er, I... I may not be able to walk, you can help me set the bones!" After Duan Qi finished speaking, he fell to his knees with a plop, and slowly put the duckweed on the ground, and couldn't help but vomit With a mouthful of blood, his body fell into weakness again.

"Where are you? Don't scare me." Han Mengling's hands were in the dark, but she couldn't catch Duan Qi.

"I'm here, don't worry, listen to my voice carefully, and identify the direction." Duan Qi propped his hands on the ground, and the broken bone in his back pierced his internal organs. The pain caused him to pass out.

He tried his best, and even his voice was very small: "Can you set bones?"

"I will, a little bit." Han Mengling walked cautiously towards Duan Qi's place, her voice was a little choked, perhaps because of fear, or perhaps because of worry.

"I've never helped someone set a bone before." Han Mengling seemed to have kicked something, then squatted down, touched Duan Qi's face, and touched the slippery liquid from the corner of his mouth, which was a mixture of cold sweat, saliva and blood things.

Han Mengling's heart was beating very fast, her mouth was trembling: "I... I haven't tried..."

"It doesn't matter, your first bone setting, of course you have to give it to me!" Duan Qi smiled, and raised his hand to hold her cold hand.

(End of this chapter)