Although the elder of Yuntian Sect was unwilling to give in, he would definitely not dare to attack Xiang Que again if there was a Daluo Jinxian here again. He could only look at Xiang Que bitterly and wait for a hundred years later if there is a chance to come back and finish it.
This time of hatred.
After a while, the elder of Yuntian Sect left.
The middle-aged man on the tiger's back stretched out a finger and pointed it at Xiang Que. A wisp of breath fell into his face, and then Xiang Que's weak and faint awakening turned around.
Before he opened his eyes, he suddenly heard a faint voice falling into his ears, saying: "When you first enter the fairy world, it will not be as peaceful as you imagined. I believe this experience in Buzhou Mountain will
I should have taught you a good lesson... Find a fairy sect. If you have a backer, you won't be chased into despair and even lose your life."
Xiang Que heard the sound in a daze, and when the other party stopped making any sound, he passed out again without even opening his eyelids.
When Xiang Que became unconscious again, the middle-aged man on the tiger's back floated down, then bowed and bowed to Xiang Que, and then he returned to the back of the colorful giant tiger and flew high into the sky.
This person is naturally Daluo Jinxian from Yaochi.
The salute he made was not to Xiang Que, but to Qiao Yue'e in his Taoist world.
At the same time, at the foot of another mountain thousands of miles away from Buzhou Mountain, Old Huangpizi sat on the ground in a miserable state, breathing heavily.
When the Jinxian's hand was about to grab him, he had to use an extremely domineering magical power similar to blood escape, and hurriedly escaped from the opponent's control. At this time, he was already exhausted and could no longer move.
Damn it.
Lao Huangpizi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "I don't know if my brother was crushed to the point where all the bones are left..."
Xiang Que lay unconscious on a mountain road on Buzhou Shanxi Road. Kunpeng's body was bursting with flesh and blood, and his feathers were falling off like a chicken about to be thrown into the pot. It couldn't be more miserable, and one person and one bird fell asleep.
It took about a day or so before Kunpeng opened his eyes weakly in confusion, and then glanced at Xiang Que next to him. It seemed to be aggrieved and let out a low sound, and then disappeared into Xiang Que's Taoist world.
Kunpeng, who had just woken up from his deep sleep and entered another stage, was suddenly knocked back into a round shape. For Kunpeng, it would be good to be able to save his life due to this serious injury. If he wanted to recover again,
It is estimated that no one who is more than a hundred years old cannot recover.
On the desolate mountain road of Buzhou Mountain, Xiang Que lay half-dead and never opened his eyes.
More than two days passed in a flash. A layer of clouds floated over where Xiang Que fell to the ground. Standing above him were a dozen people rushing to the west.
At this time, someone on the clouds lowered his head and glanced down. Then the person was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on Xiang Que.
Fairy Cui frowned suspiciously and said, "Go down..."
Xiang Que's appearance was quite miserable, but it was obvious that he still had half his life left hanging. His lingering state surprised the disciples in Xiangdu Mountain. They really didn't expect that he could really transform from a golden man.
Xian's men escaped with their lives.
"Give him a gift of Green Lotus Pill," Fairy Cui said.
Someone from the Xiandu Mountain disciple took out a bottle of elixir from his body, poured one out of it and stuffed it into Xiang Que's mouth. This Green Lotus elixir is also a very tonic medicine in the immortal world, especially for people below the level of a real person.
The effect is very good, it can quickly restore the breath in the body of a severely injured person, and it can also repair some injuries.
After a while, Xiang Que woke up leisurely, slowly opened his eyes, and then coughed violently a few times, with blood oozing out of the corners of his mouth. The slap from the elder of the Yuntian Sect made Xiang Que feel all over his body.
The upper and lower bones and internal organs seemed to be broken, but fortunately, his life was hanging.
Cui Xianzi looked down at him and said calmly: "You are really lucky. Even the Golden Immortal can't kill you."
Xiang Que coughed a few more times, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and looked at her, paused for a while and said, "Let me ask, what...do you accept disciples in Xiandu Mountain?"
"Huh?" Cui Xianzi and several others were stunned. She frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Xiang Que licked the blood on the corner of his mouth and said, "If you still want to accept a disciple, do you think I can do it? If it works, let me accept it. If it doesn't work, I'll ask somewhere else."
In his confusion, Xiang Que heard someone tell him that if he wanted to survive in the immortal world, especially for a newcomer like him, it was best to find an immortal sect to rely on.
Xiang Que originally thought so too, but he didn't know where these two organizations were, whether it was the Molu Mountain or the Yunshan Sect, and he was really desperate.
By joining a fairy sect, you can at least have a backer so that you won't be chased like a dog.
Fairy Cui said: "Didn't you say that you are from a sect called Yunshan Sect?"
"Hey, the family was wiped out." Xiang Que suddenly said with a sad expression, "That was on a windy night..."
Xiang Que's lies can almost come out of his mouth. In his explanation, he has lived in a sect called Yunshan Sect in a remote mountain since he was a child. There are only a dozen or so people in his sect.
During the days of practicing without fighting against the world, the highest level of Yunshan Sect's cultivation is only the realm of real people.
Then, suddenly one day, a group of black-clad and masked men came from nowhere and entered the Yunshan Sect, killing them all.
Xiang Que said that he was lucky enough to escape with his life by hiding in the well.
Bah bah bah.
Xiang Que raised his head, pursed his lips and said with tears in his eyes: "The masters and brothers who gave birth to me and raised me were killed, their souls were destroyed, and I was the only one left to live in secret. Originally, I wanted to end my life altogether.
I was destined to die, but then... I thought of my master's ardent teachings, my uncle's considerate care, and my senior brother's care, and I felt that I couldn't die, and I wanted to avenge my Yunshan Sect..."
Hey, I'm sorry, old man, I am also forced by the situation, you should work harder, I said it is a bit miserable.
When several female disciples from Xiandu Mountain heard Xiang Que's story, their eyes became a little red.
Although Fairy Cui felt that what Xiang Que said was a bit far-fetched, she had no intention of rejecting him, so she nodded and said: "Every immortal sect accepts disciples, and Xiandu Mountain is no exception. Your qualifications are still there."
Not bad”
Xiang Que immediately raised his hand and said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, Senior Sister Cui, for your kindness!"
Cui Xianzi was speechless for a moment, this person spoke too quickly.