Mo Jingyun's face darkened. A Saint Realm expert had appeared here, and he had a grudge against his master. This was going to be troublesome.
Puff!
Little Niuzi spat out another mouthful of blood.
Little Niuzi's face had turned purple, and the poison in his shoulder had spread throughout his body.
"Save him first!"
No matter how powerful the enemy was, he could not let Little Niuzi die.
Mo Jingyun flipped his right palm, and several elixirs appeared in his hand. All of them flew into Little Niuzi's mouth.
As soon as these elixirs entered his mouth, they melted and turned into the purest medicinal power, which was absorbed by his body.
At the same time, Mo Jingyun performed an exquisite technique to seal 108 acupoints on Little Niuzi's body in an instant, preventing the poison from corroding his internal organs.
"It's no use. The poison of my hidden sect is refined from a poison recipe that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. How can you cure it? It might be better if your master does it.
It's a pity that your master is thousands of miles away, haha. "
The Saint Realm expert showed a playful expression, like a cat toying with a mouse. He not only wanted to kill Mo Jingyun, but also torture him to death.
Moreover, he would record all of this with the Dark Light Technique, and then show it to Gu Xuan for him to read slowly.
When Gu Xuan finished reading it, his mind would definitely collapse. At that time, he would also torture Gu Xuan to death, so that he could avenge his brother.
Mo Jingyun sneered.
"In my opinion, the hidden sects have been cowards for too long. Even this kind of trashy Ghost Valley Poison Pill is some kind of big killing weapon.
Why does my master need to detoxify this trash of a Ghost Valley Poison Pill? I, Mo Jingyun, am enough! "
A trace of anger flashed across the Saint Realm expert's face.
"You want to detoxify the poison of the Ghost Valley Poison Pill? Do you know that the Ghost Valley Poison Pill is made of 81 kinds of poisons, and it takes 49 days to refine, and then …"
The Saint Realm expert's words came to an abrupt end, and he could not go on.
Therefore, he was surprised to find that Little Niuzi's skin had gradually returned to its normal color, and even his breathing had calmed down.
Even the wound on his chest that was pierced by the dart had healed, and new flesh had grown.
"How is this possible?"
The Saint Realm expert's face showed surprise.
"What's impossible?"
Mo Jingyun stared at the person in front of him and sneered.
"You underestimate me too much. In any case, I'm the Pill Emperor's disciple! Alchemy Grandmaster, Mo Jingyun! "
Mo Jingyun's aura fluctuated as he straightened his body. It was as if he did not feel the slightest bit of fear even though the person in front of him was a Saint Realm expert.
"You guys go first."
Mo Jingyun pushed Little Niu Zi into the group behind him. There were still a dozen Ying Tian Sect disciples there.
"You want to leave? Is that even possible? Today, none of you can leave. All of you must die! "
The Saint Realm expert waved his hand, and several invisible walls appeared in the sky, blocking everyone from the Ying Tian Sect, leaving them no way out.
The faces of the many Ying Tian Sect disciples turned extremely unsightly.
Mo Jingyun clenched his fists.
These disciples had come with him to carry out this incorporation mission, but they had never thought that they would fall into such a desperate situation.
Generally, powerhouses all had the so-called dignity of powerhouses and would not kill juniors indiscriminately.
If a Half-Saint went to kill Emperor Realm and Ancestor Realm martial artists for no reason, he would be despised.
Unless the two forces were at the point where they would not rest until one of them was dead, and the disparity in strength was too great, then no one would do such a thing in desperation.
Otherwise, if the two forces were equal in strength, but the upper echelons were dispatched to kill the lower level disciples of the opposing force, destroying their foundation, then the two forces would not be any different from perishing together.
Therefore, it was almost a tacit agreement not to kill the lower level disciples of the opposing force.
Especially in a situation like today, where the enemy, a Saint Realm expert, did not even let go of a group of Emperor Realm and Ancestor Realm martial artists in broad daylight. This was tantamount to declaring war on the Ying Tian Sect.
The two sides would immediately enter a situation where they would not rest until one of them was dead, and there was no room for negotiation.
Mo Jingyun's face was a little unsightly. Obviously, the enemy had come with the idea of fighting to the death with the Ying Tian Sect.
"Who are you? Even if you want me to die, you should at least let me know the reason. "
Mo Jingyun stared coldly at the Saint Realm martial artist in front of him. The signal for help had already been sent out. Now, he would buy as much time as he could.
The Saint Realm martial artist seemed to have seen through Mo Jingyun's thoughts.
"You've said so much nonsense. Are you really trying to buy time? Unfortunately, this place is too far away from the Ying Tian Sect. Gu Xuan can't make it here in time.
You don't need to know too much. All you need to know is that this Saint is called Xue Bazhong. That's enough! "
As soon as his voice fell, Xue Bazhong smiled ferociously. He pressed his right palm into the void, and a towering giant palm fell from the sky.
The vast and mighty power caused the space in this area to distort.
Under the power of this palm, the group of Ying Tian Sect disciples behind Mo Jingyun had already spat out blood. It was already a miracle that they could barely stand.
Even though Mo Jingyun had advanced into the Half-Saint Realm, he still felt suffocated. It was like an invisible hand was choking his neck. His entire strength actually felt restrained, and it was utterly impossible for him to utilize it!
Whoosh!
From Mo Jingyun's Spatial Spirit Treasure, the divine beast Suanni suddenly jumped out and flew toward the giant palm falling from the sky.
"Xie Er?"
Mo Jingyun smiled bitterly. This divine beast Suanni was the Taoist Sect's Divine Guardian Beast that Li Xieyun had subdued. Although it was only a doppelganger, it still had the strength of a Half-saint.
However, a Half-saint could not withstand a single blow from Xue Bazhong's palm.
With a bang, Xie Er's body exploded.
Then, the towering giant palm in the void continued to press down.
"I, Mo Jingyun, who has dominated my life, can't believe that I, Mo Jingyun, will die here for no reason."
Mo Jingyun seemed to have given up resisting. He was not Gu Xuan. Under this palm, he had no power to resist at all.
Mo Jingyun closed his eyes.
Behind him, more than a dozen Ying Tian Sect disciples also closed their eyes.
However, the giant palm that should have instantly smashed them into meat patties did not come down for a long time.
"Eh?"
Mo Jingyun could not help but open his eyes.
"Master, Third Brother! You're here? How … How could you be here? "
Mo Jingyun was inexplicably excited, and his words were incoherent.
"Of course we have to be here, and we have to be here. Otherwise, wouldn't you be a dead man now? Second Brother, you're too weak. You're just a Half-saint, and you're so scared that you don't even dare to resist. You're a disgrace to me and your master. "
Li Xieyun's mocking voice rang in Mo Jingyun's ears.
Normally, Mo Jingyun would have rushed up and fought with Li Xieyun. But now, he felt that even the mocking voice was so pleasing to his ears.
"It's so good to be alive."
Mo Jingyun heaved a sigh of relief and sighed with emotion.
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