The roar of a helicopter came from the sky. Lei Dahuan drove the helicopter here, and his sister Lei Xiaohuan came with him. After searching for Ximen Lang and Suzaku in the grass, Lei Dahuan hurriedly landed the helicopter and met Xiaohuan.
He rushed out of the helicopter and came to the two of them. Seeing how miserable they were, he had tears in his bright eyes and shouted: "Xiaolang, Sister Zhuque..."
"What's wrong with you? Who is responsible for this murder?"
Ximenlang looked up at the two sisters and said weakly: "Stop asking any more questions. Let's get out of here quickly and get us to the helicopter."
The two sisters agreed and hurriedly picked them up and quickly put them on the seats in the cabin and fastened their seat belts.
Lei Dahuan lifted the helicopter into the air, turned around and asked, "Xiao Lang, where are we going?"
"Go to Heshuo...find my master, the green-robed ancestor..."
Lei Dahuan controlled the helicopter to turn around and fly to the south. She choked and said: "Xiao Lang, you must hold on, we will arrive at Heshuo in a while..."
"It's okay... I won't die..." After saying this, Ximen Lang couldn't hold on anymore and fainted on the seat with his head tilted.
Lei Xiaohuan shouted sadly: "Xiaolang... wake up quickly... Sister, hurry up and speed up. Let's get to Heshuo early and let Xiaolang's master rescue him..."
Lei Dahuan was equally anxious. She flew a helicopter at high speed, secretly begging God to keep her boyfriend safe.
In the shortest possible time, the helicopter arrived at the former Julang Gang headquarters in Heshuo City. A group of Huamen members had already been waiting in the yard. They lifted Ximen Lang and Suzaku out of the cabin. After getting on the bus, they drove to Pu Yundong and came to Lupao.
In front of the ancestor's residence.
After a group of people got out of the car, they rushed to carry the chief keeper and Suzaku into the yard. When they saw these people walking into the yard, the door of the house inside was opened, and a tall one-armed old monk came out. It was Lu.
Patriarch Pao had a pair of eyes shining brightly on his ugly horse face. He suddenly saw his disciple Ximen Lang who was being carried by the crowd. He quickly ducked and rushed from more than 20 meters away to the group of people in the blink of an eye.
Lei Dahuan said hurriedly: "Master, please save Xiaolang."
The green-robed ancestor glanced at Ximen Lang with doubtful eyes. When he discovered that the bald disciple had a huge red handprint on his head, he immediately frowned and said, "Big handprint."
At this time, Hong Jiao, who flew over with crutches, landed on the ground and looked at the unconscious apprentice with concerned eyes. A worried look appeared on her face. She was surprised when her husband mentioned the words "Mahamudra".
Said: "That is the unique skill of the master of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Could it be that the former in Tibetan area injured Xiaolang?"
The green-robed ancestor said in a deep voice: "Yes, those who usually practice this kind of vicious martial arts are great lamas of the Tantric Sect. Although the path of practice is very tortuous and difficult, once you master it, your power is endless..."
Lei Xiaohuan said hurriedly: "Yes, it was a big lama who beat Xiaolang like this. Master, you must save him?"
The green-robed ancestor nodded, "Xiao Lang is my apprentice, I will naturally save him." He stretched out his only big hand and waved it gently, and an extremely unpleasant bloody smell emanated from his fingers.
When I came out, there seemed to be light pink mist floating in the air.
Then, the green-robed ancestor put his big hand on Ximen Lang's head, and the light pink mist was injected into his disciple's body along the Baihui point. Gradually, slight wavy lines appeared on the muscles on Ximen Lang's face, turning pink.
It's as bright as a peach blossom and looks very strange.
After a moment, Ximen Lang opened his bright eyes and looked over in confusion. When he saw the ugly face that came into view, he looked like a wronged child and cried out with tears in his eyes: "Master..."
Hong Jiao, who was standing next to her, said: "Xiao Lang, don't say anything. You have been hit by an extremely vicious Kung Fu Mahamudra, and your master is healing you."
Ximen Lang hurriedly said: "Master's wife... I can still hold on. I beg you and Master to heal that girl's injuries first and save her life..."
Hong Jiao waved her hand to indicate that he should stop talking. She glanced at Suzaku, who was now unconscious and freezing, and comforted him: "Don't worry, your master's Blood Desire Demonic Skill is the number one skill of the evil sect.
Both your and her injuries have been healed
.You were hit with a big hand seal, and your injuries are very serious. Wait until your master uses the Blood Desire Demonic Skill to suppress the vicious inner fire. It looks like the girl was hit by the Snow Po Fist or the Ice-cutting Palm.
Thanks to your efforts, her injuries are less severe than yours, so she will be fine."
Ximen Lang nodded lightly and said, "Master and Master, let me worry about it."
The green-robed ancestor said: "It is only natural for master to help his disciples."
Hong Jiao said angrily: "You bastard, you are still polite to the master. Don't worry, I will help you save that girl." Seeing that her apprentice valued the beauty with a complexion as dark as chocolate, she guessed that the girl might be Xiaolang's.
One of the prospective wives, for the sake of her apprentice, she decided for the first time to be a good person and help him.
As the master's wife of the head of the Huamen, Hong Jiao is now a woman of high status. She immediately ordered her apprentice's subordinates to purchase ten large jars, which had its own merits.
When a group of Chinese sect members saw the chief sect master's mistress speaking out, they naturally did not dare to neglect them. They drove out and bought ten large vats and came back. Following Hong Jiao's instructions, they unloaded them and lined them up in the courtyard.
Not long after, two firetrucks from the Pegatron Fire Department drove over and parked at the door. A dozen uniformed firefighters got out of the vehicle. They connected the water pipes and poured water into the large tanks.
In Pegatron, Ximen Lang's name is as celestial as it exists. It's really useful. It can easily mobilize the power of the public security organs, prosecutors, and law, not to mention two ambulances.
After the tank was filled with water, Hong Jiao ordered members of the Huamen to place the Suzaku in the tank, leaving only its head exposed.
Suzaku's face was livid, her long hair was scattered in the water, and her bright eyes were closed tightly. She was a frozen and unconscious woman. Gradually, the temperature of the water gradually dropped, and a faint cold air enveloped it, and there was a hint of freezing.
After more than ten minutes, a thin layer of ice formed on the water, and the surrounding area became even colder.
Hong Jiao gave an order, "Take the girl out and put her in the second water tank."
Everyone followed her instructions, chipped away about a centimeter of thin ice in the water tank, took out the Suzaku inside, and put it into the second water tank...
At this time, the first water tank was filled with floating broken ice, and the temperature was very low. The green-robed ancestor smiled when he saw the ice water. He raised his right arm high, and Ximen Lang's head seemed to be sucked by his palm.