Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong was indeed observing the Tiangang Palace through her.

In his field of vision, the Tiangang Palace was originally shrouded in fog.

Even though his golden eyes and divine eyes were constantly improving, he still couldn't see it clearly. It was vague and blurry.

When Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling went in, he could see Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling clearly within a radius of ten feet.

The two of them were like two bright lights, illuminating the Tiangang Palace in the fog, and he could see them clearly.

He could even see the past and the future directly from what he saw, and see the specific situation of the Tiangang Palace.

Under the bright sunshine, he sat on a mountaintop of the Great Light Peak, watching the Tiangang Palace, and saw that the two of them were seen as disguised, and saw that they calmly resolved it.

Before they left Daqian, they had already thought of a way to deal with it.

The first level of disguise is a mask, the second level is the Little Ruyi Magic Art, and the third level is still the Little Ruyi Magic Art. It is not easy to see their true faces completely.

His eyes turned to Miao Shiwei. She had unique talent, extraordinary skills, and a sharp mind. She should not be underestimated.

If Chu Ling and Xu Qingluo were not clever, she would not have escaped her eyes this time, and even the second layer of disguise might have been seen through.

He also saw the young man with a face as white as gold paper and shook his head. This young man was doomed to die.

Although he had taken the elixir, and although the elixir of Tiangang Palace was extremely powerful, there was still no way to save him.

A moment later, a group of people came to the outside of a large house.

This is a three-entry house, one of the highest specifications and largest houses in Tiangang Palace.

An old man with white beard and eyebrows was basking in the sun in a rocking chair, squinting his eyes slightly, and his red face was as leisurely as a baby's face.

"Uncle Ding!" Lu Jing pushed the door open and shouted loudly.

The old man Ding Zhi was startled, opened his eyes and saw them, sighed helplessly, and waved: "Come here."

Everyone brought the seriously injured young man closer, Ding Zhi put his hand on his wrist and asked: "Have you taken the medicine?"

"I have taken the Tiangang Baoxin Pill."

"Hmm..." Ding Zhi's silver eyebrows locked, and he closed his eyes to think.

Lu Jing asked: "Uncle Ding, is Junior Brother Zhao okay?"

Ding Zhi didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and thought hard, and stroked his silver beard with his other hand without saying a word.

Everyone stared at him straight.

Xu Qingluo took a look at the seriously injured young man, shook her head and sighed secretly. If the master was there, it would be fine. If the master was not there, it would be more likely to be dangerous.

Tiangang Baoxin Pills are top-notch spiritual medicines that can keep a breath alive, but if you want to be truly immortal, the only way is to use the Rejuvenation Mantra.

"Uncle Ding..." Lu Jing couldn't help asking again.

"Shut up!" Ding Zhi closed his eyes and shouted, and his silver beard was pulled straight by him, and he was about to be torn off.

Lu Jing opened his mouth and closed it again, sighed helplessly, and stared at the young man with a pale face.

It was about to fail.

If the face was pale, it was just a serious injury, and the face was pale, it meant that there was no hope of survival, and death was inevitable. This was their basic common sense.

Miao Shiwei stretched out her white hand to hold the other arm of the young man, and slowly put it down, her cold face did not change.

Lu Jing looked over.

Miao Shiwei shook her head gently.

Everyone's face became heavier.

They knew that although Miao Shiwei's medical skills were not as good as Ding Zhi's, they were also unique. Since it was determined that there was no hope, it was probably really hopeless.

Ding Zhi pulled off a silver beard unconsciously, and his face twitched in pain. He opened his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Xiao Wei, give me a hand!"

Miao Shiwei said: "Uncle Master, do you want to use acupuncture?"

"Use the magic needle of Du'e!" Ding Zhi said viciously: "If he can't be saved, even the Golden Immortal can't save him. We can only blame his bad luck!"

"I'm afraid he can't be saved." Miao Shiwei said softly: "Uncle Master..."

"Do you want to watch him die?" Ding Zhi snorted: "You have to try it. Maybe God will have mercy on you and make a mistake!"

When human power is beyond your reach, you can only hope in fate and the mercy of heaven.

Miao Shiwei shook her head gently.

She never puts her hope in heaven and fate. If you can't save him, you can't save him. Everyone has to die. Who can't die?

"Stop talking nonsense and get my golden needle!" Ding Zhi waved his hand.

"Yes." Miao Shiwei floated into the hall and quickly took out a purple box. When she opened it, there were densely packed golden needles inside, shining brightly in the sun.

"Lay him flat." Ding Zhi said.

Lu Jing brought a low couch from the house, and the four of them put the young man on the couch.

"Back up." Ding Zhi said.

They carefully turned him over to lie prone, with his back facing the sky, and carefully turned his face so that he could breathe smoothly.

Ding Zhi closed his eyes and concentrated on regulating his breathing. After a moment, his eyes opened angrily, and he waved his hands in the cold light, picking up golden needles from the box and piercing them into the young man's back.

Miao Shiwei also moved both hands at the same time, and her snow-white little hands picked up golden needles and pierced them into the young man's back.

Ding Zhi went from top to bottom, and Miao Shiwei went from bottom to top. In the blink of an eye, 108 densely packed needles filled his back.

"Huh..." Ding Zhi exhaled, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and wisps of white smoke rose from his silver hair and curled into the sky.

Miao Shiwei's cheeks were flushed, as if she had just been through a fierce battle.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and reached out to touch the young man's wrist. As time passed, her face became heavier.

Ding Zhi sighed: "It still doesn't work after all?"

Miao Shiwei let go of the young man's wrist and said with a bitter smile: "Uncle Master, it really won't work."

"Then there is nothing we can do." Ding Zhi said: "Human power has its limits."

He looked at the young man with golden needles all over his body and said in a gentle voice: "How did Xiao Zhao end up like this?"

A young man gritted his teeth in anger: "When we were eating at the restaurant, Junior Brother Zhao went to the restaurant to order food first. We walked around outside and then met up at the restaurant. As a result, when Junior Brother Zhao was ordering food, six people suddenly rushed over to assassinate him. He was hit by three palms, and three people attacked him separately."

"Assassination?"

"Yes, it was definitely a premeditated assassination!" The young man gritted his teeth: "If we were all here, they would never dare to attack!"

"When did you get there?"

"When we heard the noise and rushed over, Junior Brother Zhao had already been hit by a palm. We didn't care about chasing him and treated his wounds first, but..."

"It was a premeditated assassination..." Ding Zhi frowned: "It seems that they are enemies of our Tiangang Palace."

"They should be professional killers." The young man said in a deep voice: "Their martial arts are different, they should not be from the same school, but they cooperate well and are definitely not a mob, so the most likely thing is that they are professional killers."

Ding Zhi looked at Miao Shiwei.

Miao Shiwei said: "I know two of the palm powers, one is the Ice Palm and the other is the Red Sun Palm. The combination of yin and yang has the strongest destructive power."

Ding Zhi nodded: "There is another palm power, the Crazy Wave Palm, which is also the most vicious. It will amplify the destructive power of the first two palm powers several times. No wonder Xiao Zhao couldn't block it."

"Ice Palm, Red Sun Palm, Crazy Wave Palm..." Lu Jing frowned: "None of them are top palm techniques."

"The key is that the power of the three combined is extremely amazing." Ding Zhi said: "It is indeed a deep calculation!... I didn't expect that one day our Tiangang Palace would be calculated by someone."

It was the Tiangang Palace that calculated others, but today it was the other way around.

Killing Tiangang Palace disciples will never get away. Are these people not afraid of death?

Or they are dead men, or they have something else to rely on.

When he thought of this, his face darkened, staring at the young man on the couch and sighed: "I am incompetent..."

Chu Ling raised his hand.

This attracted everyone's attention, and they turned their heads to look.