Chapter 645

Rain after a long drought … This was probably the best interpretation of Xu Qi 'an's state at the moment.

Strictly speaking, he was actually dead just now. The moment the Thunder Spear exploded in his body, the power of thunder and the five elements raged, his vitality was cut off, and his two souls left his body.

Nalan Tianlu paid a certain price and temporarily recovered to the peak of grade 2. The power of the Thunder Spear directly exceeded the limit that a grade 3 Warrior could bear.

Fortunately, the Pharmacist Dharma Form in the Buddha's Pagoda could regenerate flesh and bones from the dead.

This was also the reason why Xu Qi 'an dared to bet his life with Nalan Tianlu.

"My current level is almost at the early stage of grade 3, and Nalan Tianlu is at the peak of grade 2. The gap is even more than a grade. Fortunately, I used the Heaven and Earth Single Sword Slash and the Confucian School's Awe-Inspiring Righteousness to weaken the Thunder Spear. "

Xu Qi 'an had a lingering fear in his heart.

After noticing the breakthrough of the "Broken Jade", Xu Qi 'an kept his biggest trump card and used the Broken Jade to bet his life with Nalan Tianlu.

He communicated with the pagoda spirit to confirm that the old monk was fine and could rescue him in time. Therefore, in order to ensure his survival, he added two layers of protection, one was the Heaven and Earth Single Sword Slash and the other was the Confucian School's Awe-Inspiring Righteousness.

It was used to weaken the power of the Thunder Spear.

He won the bet and survived in the end. No, to be precise, he was successfully saved.

This was luck.

"Unfortunately, my Broken Jade has just broken through and can't return 100% of the damage to the other party. Otherwise, Nalan Tianlu may be turned into ashes on the spot."

Xu Qi 'an looked at Dongfang Wanrong, who was screaming miserably, and felt pity.

The damage returned by the Broken Jade would be lost to a certain extent. The damage he could return now was about 60%.

It was a bet on whose life was harder.

Dongfang Wanrong was actually affected. The target of the Broken Jade's damage was Nalan Tianlu, not Dongfang Wanrong.

The reason why she was so miserable was that Nalan Tianlu was lodged in her body, so he was implicated.

If it was directly returned to her, with her level of grade 4, she would have turned into ashes long ago.

Li Lingsu hovered in the air not far away, neither approaching nor leaving, in case someone took the opportunity to stab him.

However, his eyes were not on Xu Qi 'an. He was paying close attention to Dongfang Wanrong's situation. The Holy Son frowned, worried about his old lover's situation.

Miao Youfang also stopped and climbed up a withered tree, hating himself for not being able to fly.

…

"Returning the Qi's Buddha?"

"Pharmacist!"

Du Fan and Du Nan shouted at the same time. They were both shocked and angry.

He was shocked because he didn't understand why Dongfang Wanrong would suffer the same backlash as Xu Qi 'an.



He was angry that once the Apothecary Dharma Idol appeared, Xu Qi 'an's life would most likely be saved.

The Nine Great Dharma Forms of Buddhism were created by the Buddha, and they were supreme techniques. Each of the Dharma Forms possessed unfathomable abilities.

The Apothecary Dharma Idol didn't have any attack power, but it could bring people back from the dead and change their fate.

During the Jiazi Demon-slaying Campaign, the Bodhisattva Faji displayed the Pharmacist's Dharma Form and saved countless Buddhist disciples and vajras.

Apart from some special means, the Pharmacist could save countless Buddhist disciples and Vajra even if Xu Qi 'an died.

Now that the Pharmacist had appeared, even if Xu Qi 'an had died, he could still be saved.

On the other hand, Nalan Yushi seemed to have suffered an unimaginable injury from the fluctuation of his spirit.

Dongfang Wanrong's dress was scorched black and there were many holes in it. She struggled to support her body and sat cross-legged.

A faint blood light rose from her body, flickering like a candle in the wind.

At this time, the dark clouds that shrouded War Hounds Mountain began to dissipate and the heavy rain turned into light rain. The storm that had lost the support of the Rain Master finally receded.

"Nalan Yushi, how is your situation?"

Du Nan's Vajra stepped forward.

Dongfang Wanrong was silent, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Nalan Tianlu used the Blood Spirit Technique to stimulate his disciple's potential and heal her injuries, but this body was already an arrow at the end of its flight and the Blood Spirit Technique couldn't do anything.

Therefore, the healing effect was limited.

"Elder sister!"

The sound of breaking air was heard as Dongfang Wanqing flew back. She looked at Dongfang Wanrong's tragic appearance with a pale face and anxious eyes.

"Pills … …"

Nalan Tianlu's tired voice came from Dongfang Wanrong's body.

Dongfang Wanqing hurriedly took out all the healing pills, pried open Dongfang Wanrong's mouth and stuffed them in.

After a while, the rising blood light became a little stronger.

"Not enough!"

Nalan Tianlu's voice was hoarse and tired.

A Sorcerer's body was too fragile, without the tenacity and vitality of a Warrior, their self-healing ability was not good.

"No, no more … …"

Dongfang Wanqing said with a sobbing tone.

She was not a Warlock or a Daoist Priest, so where did she get so many pills?

"Two masters, do, do you have any pills?"

Dongfang Wanqing pursed her lips and asked for help from Du Nan and Du Fan.

"Amitabha, this poor monk did not bring any pills."

The two Vajra shook their heads.

Although Vajra's self-healing ability was far inferior to that of a Grade 3 Warrior, it was definitely better than most healing pills in the world.

Unless it was the best quality pills refined by the Supervisor, otherwise, the so-called healing pills were of little value to Vajra.

Dongfang Wanqing looked up at the Wind Riding Boat. She knew that Ji Xuan did not lack pills.

But the Wind Riding Boat was too high, and she could not fly up.

The Wind Riding Boat was quiet. Ji Xuan did not seem to want to save Dongfang Wanrong.

A whistling sound came from behind, and a small sword dragging a sachet flew over and nailed at Dongfang Wanqing's feet.

She glanced at the sachet, and then turned her head to look at Li Lingsu, who was floating in the distance.

Dongfang Wanqing opened the sachet, took out a few porcelain bottles from it, and sniffed them to identify the attributes of the pills.

She picked some healing pills and fed them to Dongfang Wanrong.

Only then did her sister's injury stabilized.

Nalan Tianlu breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly:

"I am no longer able to fight. Two masters, please help yourself."

Forcibly raising his realm had damaged his foundation, and then he was bitten by the power of the Thunder Spear. He was already extremely weak.

… …

Twists and turns!

For the Wulin League, when the situation fell to the bottom, there was a sudden turn, and then it broke through the sky and skyrocketed.

The change was so big and fast that it left their brains in a state of confusion.

A few seconds later, screams and cheers exploded, mixed with the sound of a woman crying tears of joy.

Young Master Liu took a deep breath and looked around. He found that most people still had fear and sorrow on their faces, but their mouths were either cheering or making pointless, pointless screams.

A moment ago, everyone thought that Xu Yinluo would definitely die.

The next moment, the situation was reversed. The god-like woman was suddenly seriously injured and could not get up. At this time, Xu Yinluo was hovering in the air, and the pagoda above his head sprinkled golden light to protect him.

"Xu Yinluo actually won."

"I was scared to death …"

"Too strong. He is worthy of being the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of our Central Plains."

"What method did he use just now? Why did the Rain Master suddenly get seriously injured?"

After venting their emotions, everyone began to talk at once.

He actually killed a Second Grade Rain Master … Young Master Liu had already learned the identity of the woman from Alliance Master Cao and other elders.

The Second Grade Rain Master of the Witchcraft Religion.

In his eyes, a Second Grade Rain Master was a god-like existence.

"The leader is right. Xu Yinluo has never been defeated, never been defeated …"

Young Master Liu heard Rong 'rong's voice and looked in the direction of the voice. She was grabbing her master's hand and speaking emotionally. There were still traces of tears on her face.

Young Master Liu shifted his gaze and looked at the back of the fairy-like perfect figure. Her back was facing Wan Hua Lou's disciples, and she stood at the edge of the cliff. Her gaze never left Xu Yinluo.

Young Master Liu frowned.

"But, aren't there still two Buddhist Vajras? And it seems that Xu Yinluo can no longer fight …"

These words were like a bucket of cold water that splashed over everyone's heads, extinguishing their joy and excitement.

The scene instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at him.

…

"This poor monk understands."

Asura Jingang glanced at Du Nan and gestured for him to calm down. "Don't use it unless it's absolutely necessary."

Du Nan nodded.

Galo Tree Bodhisattva had given them a drop of blood essence. This drop of blood essence that contained the power of the Vajra Dharma was used as a last resort.

This so-called blood essence was not ordinary blood, but blood that had been refined with the power of the Vajra.

What Xu Qi 'an had given Cao Qingyang was similar.

The power of the Vajra Dharma was too overbearing. Even a Third Grade Vajra would not be able to control it well.

If they used it recklessly, the power of the Vajra Dharma might cause their bodies to explode or leave behind hidden injuries that were difficult to remove.

Furthermore, if they could defeat the Arhat and the Wulin League without using the Bodhisattva's blood essence, then they could keep the blood essence for themselves. They could slowly digest it and understand the Vajra Dharma within.

Galo Tree Bodhisattva would not ask for it back since he had given them the blood essence.

"Master Yushu, go ahead and heal yourself. Leave him to this poor monk."

The Asura Vajra took a step forward and walked toward Xu Qi 'an. He soon reached the edge of the cliff and stepped into the air as if he was walking on flat ground.

"Xu Qi 'an, the patience of the Buddhists is limited. You've made them your enemy time and time again. Join forces with Luo Yuheng to capture the Crossing Arhat.

"Since this poor monk is the Guardian Vajra, it is only right for me to kill the thief for the Buddhists."

He seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact, he was ready to go. He had his eyes locked on Xu Qi 'an.

The Buddhists' target was Xu Qi 'an, whether to kill him or to save him.

In comparison, other than the people of Hidden Dragon City who wanted to get rid of the Wulin League, Nalan Tianlu and the two Vajras had the following priorities in their minds:

Xu Qi 'an, Dragon Breath, and the Wulin League!

If Xu Qi 'an didn't come, they would stop Dragon Breath and destroy the Wulin League.

Once Xu Qi 'an supported the Wulin League, he would become the primary target of both sides.

At this time, Xu Qi 'an's injuries had stabilized. New tender skin was growing under his carbonized skin, and the vitality in his body was slowly recovering.

He calmly looked at the Asura Vajra, who was filled with murderous intent, and smiled.

"A quarter of an hour has passed."

What? The Asura Vajra frowned. He didn't understand what he meant.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the stone door that had been buried by the rolling stones exploded without warning, and countless stones flew in the air.

A bright blade light filled with murderous intent swept out from the stone door and slashed at the Asura Vajra.

The old man from the Wulin League? The Asura Vajra's premonition of danger allowed him to dodge in advance, avoiding the bright blade light.

After the blade light missed, it quickly disappeared into the void.

The Asura Vajra suddenly leaned to the side, and in the next moment, a blade light slashed out from the void above his head, brushing past him.

Then, it disappeared into the void again.

It won't disappear until it hits the enemy?

The Asura Vajra raised his thick eyebrows. Sensing the danger on his left, he didn't dodge anymore. His fist shone with golden light as he punched out.

It collided with the blade light that came from the left.

In the muffled explosion, the Asura Vajra was sent flying. He looked down in shock at his mangled right fist.

This Saber Intent actually broke his Vajra Body?

Suddenly, almost everyone turned to look at the cave. A figure walked out of the dark cave.

The most eye-catching thing about him was his white hair, which was like a blanket behind him, dragging on the ground.

His eyebrows hung on both sides of his face, and his beard reached his chest.

He was naked without any clothes to cover his body. Not being exposed to the sun all year round made his body look like a beautiful white jade. He was muscular and tall.

He looked like an old man in his fifties. There were some wrinkles on his face, but he didn't look old.

His facial features were like a sculpture, and he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

"Old Ancestor?!"

Cao Qingyang murmured.

The group of Martial Union martial artists behind him were similarly dazed, surprised, and worried.

"This is our Wulin League's Old Ancestor?"

"Yes, this is the Old Ancestor. He looks similar to the portrait."

After a brief moment of confusion, they gradually recognized the old man who had sealed himself for hundreds of years. He matched the portrait hanging in the Ancestral Hall.

"Why did the Old Ancestor break through at this time? H-isn't he in a bad state? "

As Fu Jingmen spoke, his expression changed slightly.

"Could it be that he saw that Xu Yinluo was in trouble, so he broke through forcefully?"

He didn't continue.

Everyone's expression changed drastically. If that was the case, the price of the Old Ancestor breaking through forcefully was obvious.

After this battle, the pillar of the Wulin League would collapse. This was a loss that the Wulin League couldn't bear.

"T-this …" Someone trembled and couldn't say a word.

Cao Qingyang was the only one who knew about the Nine-Colored Lotus Root. He was about to explain when he heard Xu Qi 'an laugh.

"Old Ancestor, you've finally come out. If you didn't break through, I would have turned around and left."

He hid in the Buddha's Pagoda.

The old man laughed.

"Thank you, Xu Yinluo, for helping me break through with the Nine-Colored Lotus Root. I've already advanced to the second grade. Joy comes from the depths of sorrow! "

His voice was loud and clear.