The man was unmoved, with a rare stubborn and stubborn expression on his face, "Whether you are or not, this matter needs to be verified. If the girl is not a member of the Netherworld Cult, I will naturally let you go after I find out the truth of the matter.
Walk."
"Set up the formation." There was a cold shout, and several Liusha Island disciples surrounding Long Qingyue immediately stood up in the four directions of east, west, north and south. Their sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and their spiritual power was flowing, forming a gorgeous silver screen.
A giant net envelops the sky and the earth.
Long Qingyue's eyes shrank, the roads in all directions were blocked, the silver giant net was approaching at a high speed, and the sharp breath rushed towards his face, hitting his cheek painfully.
This giant silver net could change its size at will, trapping Long Qingyue tightly, leaving no room for struggle.
The man waved his hand and said, "Take it away."
Someone stood up immediately behind him, curled his index finger, put it to his lips and blew, above the vast sea in the dark night, I saw a ray of silver light slowly coming. It seemed slow, but it came at a very fast speed.
Riding the wind and waves, it stopped in front of Long Qingyue and others after a moment.
It is a very dazzling, luxurious and magnificent boat.
Carved beams and painted buildings, raised cornices, glazed green tiles, and fairy mist.
The pink gauze was lifted up by the night wind, and waves of fragrance came, like ghosts in the empty valley, like messengers from heaven, leading them to the carefree wonderland.
This should be the guiding boat to Liusha Island.
Long Qingyue was tied up in the silver net, dragged onto the painting boat, and thrown into a corner.
Suddenly, a cry came from the side, "Senior Brother Han, what's wrong with you?"
Long Qingyue looked up and saw the cold and stubborn man whose face instantly turned pale. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. This scene frightened several people around him and they all gathered around him.
"I'm fine." Bailihan waved his hand, but his face became increasingly painful and livid. The next moment, he suddenly closed his eyes and fainted.
Someone next to him asked in confusion: "Senior Brother Han didn't have any injuries on his body, so why did he vomit blood so easily?"
Someone else exclaimed, "Give Senior Brother Han some healing medicine quickly. Senior Brother Han must have suffered internal injuries while fighting the man in red."
Everyone hurriedly carried Bailihan onto the soft couch and fed him some healing elixirs, but it had no effect at all. Instead, Bailihan's expression turned blue. This was the first time everyone had experienced this.
There was something going on, and I didn’t have a doctor with me, so I couldn’t help but be anxious.
"If you let me go, I can save him."
At this moment, a clear voice sounded in the boat.
Everyone turned around and saw Long Qingyue sitting cross-legged in the corner, speaking calmly and calmly.
"You want to take the opportunity to escape, but there is no way!" Someone said bitterly, the hateful Nether Sect actually injured their Senior Brother Han like this.
"Don't be fooled by her, the Nether Cult is the most bizarre."
The corners of Long Qingyue's lips raised slightly, and there was a hint of arrogance and disdain in his eyes, "It's up to you to believe it or not. I'm afraid that your Senior Brother Han will die of anger before he reaches Liusha Island."
"You're talking nonsense!" someone yelled.
"The ribs on the left side of his chest were shattered and stabbed into the heart. If he is not treated in time, even the gods will not be able to save him." Long Qingyue said lightly. When they fought on the shore just now, she could faintly feel that he was out of breath.
That's right, it seems to be struggling to hold on.
At this time, I used my mental power to check from a distance, and realized that it was his chest ribs that were shattered.
