My Master is Lin Zhengying

Wen Cai will completely lose his fighting power.

Everyone climbed over the embankment and ran forward along the mountain forest.

The dense forest and the sultry environment made everyone very uncomfortable.

Behind him, there are even more chasing soldiers.

There are already evil spirits floating in the sky.

From time to time, it makes a low growl of "woo hoo".

Before long, they may be overtaken.

But everyone did not stop at all.

They all gritted their teeth and ran forward desperately.

Uncle Jiu was carried away by Jia Le, Qiu Sheng, and Nan Chen in turn.

Xiaoyu Xiaoyun is responsible for guarding behind.

However, despite all their efforts, they couldn't get rid of the chasing soldiers behind them.

No matter how they escape, how they turn.

They will be targeted by the densely packed evil spirits in the sky, and then attract a large group of chasing soldiers.

After running in the mountains for about ten minutes, Wencai's power of nine chrysanthemums began to fade.

Wencai also felt the return of this state, and his own situation became very pessimistic.

He hastily said:

"Qiu Sheng, Junior Brother, I, my power, began to disappear..."

Hearing this, everyone felt a "click" in their hearts.

Now the strongest is literary talent.

If the literary talents are all turned off, once the pursuers catch up, it will be over.

Qiu Sheng frowned:

"Wen Cai, can't you hold on?"

But how can Wencai control the power of Jiuju?

The two times he triggered the power of Jiuju and used it for himself, he didn't know how accidental it was.

Wencai looked distressed:

"No, the power wears off too quickly, and I, I feel, feel good, tired.

I can't breathe, I can't breathe..."

This essay is not finished yet.

The nine-chrysanthemum staff suddenly restrained its mysterious light.

The strange breath disappeared.

The Jiuju inscription and seal carving on the staff also disappeared.

At one time, it turned into a seemingly ordinary stick.

Wencai's self-cultivation is not high, but after enduring such nine chrysanthemums.

The whole person collapsed, similar to Uncle Jiu.

Excessive use of strength beyond oneself, this side effect, is very large.

With a bang, Wen Cai fell directly to the ground.

"Written talent!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

Nan Chen Qiusheng rushed forward.

He found that Wencai was panting constantly, his chest was heaving, and he had no strength to speak.

My whole body was tense and still twitching.

Seeing that Wen Cai's condition was not good, Nan Chen hurriedly told him to lie down:

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath..."

Wen Cai took a few deep breaths, and his convulsions eased a little, but his condition was not optimistic.

Walking is clearly unrealistic.

If you want to leave, you can only leave with Wen behind your back like Uncle Jiu.

Qiu Sheng saw that Nan Chen had a wound on his shoulder and bled a lot.

At this moment, he took the initiative to say:

"Junior Brother, let me carry Wencai on my back!"