The Strongest Demon Ancestor of the Fantasy Villain

This is still the longest. If the old man uses True Qi, the sword qi remaining in his body will riot, and he may die immediately.

It can be said that although the old man is not dead, he is already obsolete.

"Sect Master? Sect Master, what's wrong with you!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the hall, and a young man ran over and hurriedly helped the old man.

"What, what's going on? The leader is actually injured!"

The young man's face was shocked, he stretched out his hand, a strange green infuriating energy appeared in his hand, and then slowly poured into the old man's body.

This is a kind of healing infuriating.

"How is it possible! It's so heavy!"

Detecting the injury of the old man, the young man suddenly screamed.

Under the infuriating energy of the young man, the old man slowly opened his eyes, his breath was weak, and he seemed to be dying at any time.

"Mo, Mo'er, hurry up, hurry up and save the butterfly..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man passed out again and fell into a deep coma.

This time, the old man didn't respond even though the young man input his true qi.

"What's wrong with Senior Sister Die'er? The leader? How can the leader's injury be so serious? Could it be that the people of the Demon Race are actually so strong?"

The young man known as Moer hurriedly picked up the old man and ran to the treatment room. At the same time, he suddenly started talking to himself again.

"Master, is there any way to save the leader?"

It seemed that he was talking to the air, but there was a slight fluctuation in the air.

Slowly, an old voice sounded.

"He's injured his internal organs, and he has sword energy in his body, so he can't do anything as a teacher. The person who hurts him is very strong."

The sound was ethereal, but only Ye Mo could hear it.

"Master, you must think of a way! This disciple is begging you!"

Ye Mo asked sincerely and earnestly, with a bit of anxiety in his tone. The leader in his arms was already taking in a lot of air, and he was going to die soon.

The old voice clearly paused, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, he finally spoke up.

"This emperor knows a kind of medicine pill, which can prolong life, but it is very difficult to refine, and it takes a month to practice, and it is very likely to cause some side effects to the pill refiner, and the future practice may be... So "Mer, you..."

Halfway through the words, the old voice paused, obviously letting Ye Mo make his own decision.

It can be heard that the owner of this voice does not want his apprentice to take risks.

Ye Mo glanced at the old man in his arms, thinking of the care of these old men for him, and his heart was slightly sour.

He was an orphan since he was a child and was bullied all the time until ten years ago, when the sect master found him, took him to Catholicism, and taught himself the art of alchemy.

These bits and pieces are all kindness. Ye Mo has always remembered the old man's kindness in his heart. He has regarded the old man as his grandfather, so he can't watch his grandfather have an accident!

Even if he fails to cultivate in the future, he will save Grandpa!

"Master, tell me the recipe, and I'll go to practice!"

"Mer, have you really thought about it?"

Ye Mo glanced at the old man and nodded firmly.

"Okay! As expected of the emperor's apprentice! The emperor will pass on the method of alchemy to you..."

The old voice praised, and golden light entered Ye Mo's mind.

All kinds of herbs, as well as the infuriating energy needed for alchemy...

After accepting all the information, Ye Mo took a deep breath, glanced into the distance, and hurried to the place where the alchemy was made with the old man in his arms.

As he walked, he muttered to himself:

"Senior Sister Die'er, wait for me, when I cure the leader, I will definitely come to save you!"

The voice gradually disappeared, and Ye Mo also entered the alchemy room with the old man, and began to retreat completely.

The entire Catholic Church is very quiet, and there are not many people in the training ground.

Because of the war between the human race and the demon race, many Catholic disciples have gone, and the rest are some handy disciples, or the cultivation base is very low.

……

"It's just a sword, how dare you talk to the deity like this?"

"The deity can make you, and at the same time, it can also destroy you."

Ye Wutian said softly, stretched out his hand, pointed out with a finger, and in an instant, the demonic energy in Bai Yu's body suddenly rioted, as if it was out of her control.

"How is this going?"

The demonic energy in Baiyu's palm exploded instantly by 3.2, and even the evil energy and true energy began to go out of control.

There are four qi in Bai Yu's body, one is her own, the other is devilish qi, the other is evil qi, and the other is true qi.