Even if this guy is seriously injured, it's not something he and Mo Chen can deal with.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. As long as the demon king is not dead, as long as he is still breathing, he can casually stretch out a finger, not to mention condensing his whole body's cultivation, just the majestic power of the tenth grade true immortal.
The pressure was unbearable for the two Sunings.
Beat? Beat me.
After a long while, he came back to his senses with trembling fear, rushed into the air with a whooshing sound, and fled frantically into the distance.
He was running away and cursing at the same time, his speed was extremely fast.
Mo Chen said confusedly: "Junior brother, the Demon King is more than nine hundred miles away from us. It's far away."
Suning turned a deaf ear and ran as fast as he could.
Mo Chen suddenly felt helpless and hurriedly caught up and said: "The direct disciple of Wuchen Immortal Palace, the current Lord of Dragon and Phoenix, is he a promising person?"
"If someone else sees you in such a panic, how can you laugh it off?"
Suning said angrily: "Compared with life, what is face?"
"It is the face of Wuchen Immortal Palace that has been shamed. Master will bear it. I'm fine. I can be shameless."
Mo Chen choked and was speechless.
He grabbed Suning's shoulder with one hand and returned Tuque's natal feather with the other: "You don't care about the Rebirth Pill and don't want to be a guinea pig. It's understandable. Senior brother can understand."
"But I..."
"Hey, I dream of making a breakthrough, and I want to be on par with Senior Brother and others."
"The opportunity is before you, yes or no, success or failure, you have to let me take a gamble."
"Junior brother, this life-long friendship, I beg you as my senior brother, can you perform a show with me?"
"As soon as Tang Wenhai comes out, he will use his tactics to lure the snake out of its hole."
"I want to see if the treasure of heaven and earth obtained by the Tang family is the legendary regeneration pill."
"If not, I admit it."
"Here, I'll give you 20,000 pieces of middle-grade immortal crystal."
...
A night of silence, dawn is approaching.
In the guest courtyard of the Tang family, Tang Wenhai sat on the edge of the well for a long time.
Ever since he "sent off" Suning and Mo Chen away yesterday, he hadn't gone anywhere for more than a night.
I stayed in the yard and wandered around in a daze, feeling emotional.
He was obviously very anxious, but he had to pretend to be calm and calm.
At least on the surface, no one could see the anxiety and worry in his heart, the hard-pressed expectations.
One long sigh, two wry smiles, and three self-deprecations.
There were tears in the corners of his eyes, as if he had been blinded by the wind and sand. He bowed his body, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and looked from a distance into the gradually whitening night sky.
"Did you find it?"
"It should be over soon."
He asked and answered himself, his expression unpredictable.
"Father."
Outside the courtyard, a middle-aged man with an unimpressive appearance in a simple white robe hurriedly walked in and said: "According to the spies' report, there was a huge commotion in Bading Hanshan, and the momentum was astonishing."
"As you expected, the two immortals have successfully found the demon king's lair and started fighting with it."
Tang Wenhai suddenly stood up and breathed quickly: "How is the situation?"
The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said, "Our people don't dare to get too close, lest they arouse suspicion."
"But the Demon King is a genuine tenth-level Immortal. Even if he is injured by that thing, it is still something that no one can deal with."
"Below the eighth level of a true immortal, there is no way to survive."
Tang Wenhai walked a few steps and came to the red brick flower stand and said, "Mo Shangxian and Su Shangxian, they are not ordinary people."
