Dragon God Battle

Chapter 290 Angel's Tears
"Uncle, I'll save you now, come, swallow this drop of angel's tear." Xiaolong said softly, while supporting the master.

"Xiaolong, you better leave me alone, I'm hopeless." The headmaster's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes gradually became lax.

The head was moved, but he didn't believe that Xiaolong would bring him a miracle. The junior brother Wentian, who is known as the king of alchemy, had already given himself many precious panaceas, but they were still useless. Nascent Soul was seriously injured. I am afraid that there is no way to save him, even if an immortal is here, it will be difficult to save himself.

The three brothers in charge were already sighing, and one of them persuaded: "You should go out first! The head is under our care. His life is at the end of his life, and there is no cure. Let him hold his breath and say what he should say." Let's finish! This time, my Shu Mountain suffered a catastrophe, and he is also responsible as the head."

Xiaolong suddenly became angry, turned slightly sideways, and said coldly: "Now the master master is seriously injured and bedridden, you still dare to pursue responsibility, I think you are too incompetent, you want to find a scapegoat!"

"How unreasonable!" The three scolded at the same time.

"Master, I just don't make sense, what else do you want?" Xiaolong became even more angry.

The head's body trembled slightly, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, but his eyes were completely moistened.

Xiaolong's heart felt inexplicable pain again, and when he saw several people trying to force him out, he couldn't control his anger any longer, "Get out of here, otherwise, I'll kill you three old bastards."

Because the head was seriously injured, Xiaolong didn't dare to show his aura, but even so, the sternness in his tone surprised the three of them, and the insult in his words hurt the three of them deeply.

As the senior brothers of the sect master, when did the three of them experience such birdishness and burst out one after another, but temporarily forgot about the sect master.

Xiaolong used part of his energy to envelop the head of the sect, and kicked the three of them. The speed was not very fast, but extremely slow. But in the eyes of the three, this ordinary kick contained profound changes. Among them, the powerful force cannot be resisted by the three of them.

The three of them tried their best to avoid the attack. Amidst the muffled groans, the three bodies smashed through the room and flew out.

"If you don't understand the situation again, I will really kill them." Xiaolong placed a restraint casually, and then healed the leader with peace of mind.

Xiaolong carefully took out a drop of the Angel's Tears. Although it was only a drop, it was as big as a broad bean, and it radiated holy light in the air, and there was still a strong power in it.

As for the tears of the angel, Xiaolong didn't have the idea of ​​putting them in the Nine Dragon Ring. He was afraid that he would be taken away by the God of Creation again, and he would be busy for nothing, so he carried the tears of the angel with him.

When the headmaster saw the tears of the angel, his eyes lit up, as if surprised, excited, or moved.

Xiaolong smiled and pushed the Angel Tears to the mouth of the Sect Leader, and under the urging of Xiaolong's spiritual power, the Angel Tears slowly approached the Sect Leader.

It seemed that he was very reluctant to be swallowed by the headmaster, but Xiaolong couldn't control those things, so he forcefully forced the tears of angels into the headmaster's mouth.

"Ah!" The headmaster suddenly showed a painful expression, and his body slowly floated up.

Xiaolong is not worried about any problems, because this is the creation of the god of the world, and he will not dare to harm me.

Sweat dripped from the head's forehead, and his face was distorted, as if he was suffering a painful process.

Angel's tears are the elixir used by the Creator God to cultivate and heal holy angels. The effect of the medicine is naturally unbearable for the master of Shushan. It's okay.

Xiaolong silently guarded the head, his mind enveloping everything nearby, the three people outside were reprimanded by one of them after being beaten, and now he waited obediently outside, and did not dare to attack the restraint.

The head's face gradually eased, because he really went through a very painful process just now.

Perhaps for Xiaolong, the tear of an angel is just to heal the injury of the leader.

However, for the parties involved, they deeply knew the magic of it. The head of the sect looked inside and was surprised to find that the Nascent Soul, which was gradually dying, was shrouded in a burst of white light, and all the meridians in the body were washed and recast. over again.

Now, the meridians in my body are stronger than before the injury, and it will also have indescribable benefits for future practice.

But in an hour, the Nascent Soul was completely healed, and the aura of heaven and earth in his body was even stronger than before. The headmaster also found that his skills had improved again, and he was afraid that he would go through the second catastrophe in a short time.

The head's body slowly landed on the bed. Just as Xiaolong was about to ask, he saw that the headman had already jumped up from the bed, which surprised Xiaolong.

"Xiaolong, thank you. Your Angel's Tears are really a magic medicine. Not only will I not die, but all my injuries have healed. Not only that, but my cultivation has also improved. Xiaolong, you saved my life!" The headmaster said excitedly Said.

"It's fine if you don't die, damn it, it made me worry for a long time! However, your three senior brothers were beaten by me just now, you should go and comfort them!"

Seeing that the master is alive and well, Xiaolong's tone has also changed, and he no longer respects the teacher, speaking like a younger brother.

The headmaster smiled wryly, "This little dragon is just like this, but he is also quite likable. It would be great if he was his disciple."

Thinking of this, the headman immediately rejected this idea in his heart. Now Xiaolong's strength is not even comparable to that of the three senior brothers, and he is no longer an opponent. Since he is not an opponent, it is simply delusional to want to accept him as an apprentice.

When Xiaolong and the master came out of the room, everyone was dumbfounded, but the master who had been sentenced to death appeared alive in front of everyone. This was a miracle, and everyone became excited.

"Uncle, how many other uncles are there? Why aren't they here?" Xiaolong asked, with an ominous premonition in his heart, but he just hoped to get an accurate answer.

"Hey!" The headmaster sighed, and the smile that was still on his face just now disappeared, and so did the others.

"I'm mainly responsible for what happened in Shushan this time. It's all because I was too impulsive to cause today's situation. I'm sorry for the disciple who died." The head of the sect looked sad.

Xiaolong's heart also sank, "You mean, there are only dozens of people left in Shushan?"

The head of the sect nodded and continued: "The responsibility lies with me, Uncle Master, please punish me!"

The old Taoist with the highest seniority in Shushan present was Gan Tianzhen. At this time, he just waved his hand angrily: "People are dead, so what's the use of punishing you, the most urgent thing is to solve the immediate crisis, you can't hide here for the rest of your life! What's more, even if there is a formation guard, it doesn't mean that no one can break it. You should know this. You are the head, so you should lead the people in Shushan. Although I am your uncle, I still have to listen to you Yes, now you should quickly figure out how to deal with the aftermath!"

Xiaolong admired Qiantian Zhenren in his heart, "Sure enough, he is a person who distinguishes right from wrong and understands the truth. This is considered to be on point."

(End of this chapter)