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Chapter nine hundred and forty third: uneasy

Not only that, because the earth fire continues to roast, the feet of the second-level monk of the Golden Pill are burnt yellow, and he can even smell a scent of meat. After a while, it will probably be cooked thoroughly.

The second-level monk of the Golden Pill Level was so injured by Yin Feng and Earth Fire. Even if he was finally able to escape from the pollen mystery, he would probably be seriously injured and disabled and would not pose any threat.

The reason why the two brothers chose to ambush Qingyang and others deep in the entrance of the Yinfeng Extreme Fire Cave was that they were worried that they would be discovered by others, and they would make a mantis stalk the cicada oriole behind them, and they would eventually be in vain. The second was that they felt that the Yinfeng Extreme Fire here was strong, which was the critical point for the Fenghuo Order to be stimulated. Qingyang and others would be attracted by the Fenghuo Order to attract a certain amount of attention, so that sneak attacks would be easier.

Moreover, the powerful Yin Feng and Extreme Fire can greatly suppress the strength of low-level monks, making their brothers more advantageous. As a result, their cleverness was mistaken by cleverness and eventually cheated himself.

The monk with a straight face obviously did not expect this before. When he found that his brother was about to be cooked, he realized that the situation was not good. If this continues, the brother would be gone.

Compared with Fenghuo Order, the brother's life is more important. If the brother's life is gone, what can I do if the two people on the other side are left behind? At this time, the monk with a face no longer cared about the spirit stones and hatred, and did not care about stopping Qingyang and Liehuo Zhenren, and ran towards the second-level monk of the Golden Pill.

The monk with a face turned around to save his brother. Qingyang and Liehuo were relieved and finally could slow down. The monk with a face before made the two of them exhausted, and they almost used their strength to survive. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before the monk with a face.

Liehuo Zhenren glanced at Qingyang and retreated to the back first. Qingyang first let the alcoholic bees collect the pollen mystery, then waved them to the Drunken Immortal Gourd, and then turned around and ran backwards.

The pollen mystery composed of six bee generals is very reluctant to trap the second level of the Golden Pill monks, so it is even more impossible to trap the fourth level of the Golden Pill monks. The stronger the opponent, the more powerful the backlash power when the pollen mystery is broken. If it is forcibly broken by two golden pill monks, the six bee generals may be destroyed. Qingyang did not dare to wait for the monk with a straight face to go over, so he quickly took back the alcoholic bee.

After receiving the bee with the alcoholic bee, Qingyang did not dare to stay for a moment and fled wildly with the Liehuo Real Person. However, Qingyang's real strength was much lower than that of the Liehuo Real Person, and was pulled further and further away.

Besides, the monk with a straight face had not yet arrived at his brother's side, and the six bee generals were taken away by Qingyang. The pollen mystery was self-defeating. Because he was worried about his brother's injuries, he did not pursue the six bee alcohol-loving bees, but flashed to the monk with the second level of the Golden Pill.

Without the restraint of the pollen mystery, the second-level monk of the Golden Pill level woke up instantly. After seeing his physical condition clearly, he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, and then hugged his body and wailed. He didn't know the pain in the pollen mystery before, but all the pain came at this time, even the golden pill monk could not bear it.

Fortunately, the monk with a face had arrived. He didn't have time to hate Qingyang, who caused this result. He quickly tapped his brother a few times to control the spread of his injuries. Then he took out a healing pill and fed him to take it. Then he asked, "Second brother, how are you now?"

After taking the pill, the second-level monk in the Golden Pill was in better condition. Looking at his bloody body and his almost unconscious feet, he immediately said with a sarcastic voice: "Brother, what happened after I was trapped in the mystery? Why am I so miserable?"

The monk with a face facing side said, "After you were trapped by that kid's bee array, your body relaxed its defenses, and the wounds were eroded by the cold wind and earth fire, which turned out like this."

The second-level cultivator of the Golden Pill Level was just in pain. At this time, after the elder brother reminded him, he instantly figured out the reason. Everything about him was caused by a foundation-building monk. Now that he remembered the reason, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry, saying, "Brother, I'm so miserable. A second-level cultivator of the Golden Pill Level was made like this by a foundation-building monk. You must avenge me."

The monk with a straight face also wanted to take revenge. He wanted to catch Qingyang's bones and ashes, but in this situation, it was difficult for me to throw him here alone, and hesitated: "You are like this now..."

"I can still hold on now, but I can't calm down. If my elder brother could catch that kid, my injuries might be better than faster." The second-level cultivator of the Golden Pill said.

The second-level monk of the Golden Pill level suffered only external injuries. It looked very miserable, and it was even difficult to move for a while, but it did not affect his cultivation and strength. At this time, he had already circulated his true energy and formed a true energy shield outside his body to block the erosion of Yin Feng and Earth Fire. After taking the pill, his body's injuries were also getting better little by little, and he still had the ability to protect himself.

Seeing that the brother was indeed fine, the monk with a straight face had a look of viciousness on his face and said, "Second brother, wait, I'll catch that kid back and let you deal with it now."

After saying that, the monk with a straight face had a wind at his feet and chased towards the depths of the Yinfeng Jihuo Cave. He was a cultivator of the fourth level of Jindan, and his speed was much faster than Qingyang and Liehuo Zhenren. Although he had been delayed for a while when saving his second brother, it was still possible to catch up with them.

Qingyang ran all the way, but his cultivation was still limited. When facing the enemy, he could use his powerful spiritual weapons and magic to exert his super-level strength. When he escaped, the gap appeared. He started no later than the Liehuo Real Person, but the distance was getting farther and farther.

The deeper the cave, the more intense the Yin wind and earth fire in the cave. Qingyang did not go far, and the Fenghuo Order was stimulated. The light yellow light spread out, forming a light ball of about ten feet outside his body, reducing the power of the surrounding Yin wind and earth fire to the lowest point. In this way, Qingyang could escape with all his strength without being distracted from defending against the surrounding Yin wind and extreme fire.

Despite this, Qingyang's speed could not be compared with the Jindan monk. He ran out less than a thousand feet, and the monk with a straight face had already chased him. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye it was less than ten feet. Looking at the real person of Liehuo who had disappeared deep in the Yinfeng Extreme Fire Cave, Qingyang sighed secretly, just a little bit away, and finally did not run away.

At this point, the surrounding Yinfeng Extreme Fire became even stronger, and it was already to a point where even the Jindan monks could not bear it. Qingyang had the wind fire to make the defense better. The monk with the horizontal face had already reached its limit. The protection on his body was almost collapsed by the Yinfeng, and the soles of his feet were burned red. He was chasing here entirely because of a hatred towards Qingyang. He would definitely not be able to hold on any longer.
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