Yan Zheng was really too curious about Ye Qingyun.
He really wanted to know what kind of indescribable person like Ye Qingyun existed?
"When you one day cross the realm of a saint and achieve your own path, you may know something about that person."
The sound of the ancient monument disappeared at this point.
It has not appeared since.
However, Yan Zhengxin's shock did not dissipate.
"After crossing the Saint Realm and achieving one's own path, is it possible to know Ye Gaoren's secrets?"
Yan Zheng looked a little bitter.
I don’t know what year or month I will be able to know the true origin of Ye Qingyun.
It may never be known.
Yan Zheng looked around and saw that there was no door or passage leading to other places in Xiaoyao Hall.
Yan Zheng had no choice but to walk out of Xiaoyao Hall.
"Ye Gaoren is not in Xiaoyao Hall, he must have gone to other places. It seems that Kunlunzi and the others can only ask Ye Gaoren to rescue them."
Yan Zheng has nowhere to go.
All we can do is wait where we are.
at the same time.
In the cave where the gray-haired old man is.
Kunlunzi and others woke up one after another.
And the moment they woke up, they felt something was wrong.
The cultivation level in his and others' bodies is rapidly draining away.
All have different levels of decline.
"not good!"
The two great sword masters were the first to react, and without caring about anything else, they immediately started to struggle.
boom!!!
But at this moment, the tiger talisman absorbed the cultivation of several people, and its strength has been restored a lot.
The two sword masters were immediately suppressed.
"This is the military tiger talisman!"
Seeing the tiger talisman floating above them, several people felt extremely heavy in their hearts.
He is already injured, but his cultivation is still declining at this moment. How can he compete with this military tiger talisman?
"Don't waste your efforts anymore."
The gray-haired old man stood aside with his hands behind his back.
His face was full of indifference.
"I have no choice but to blame you for your bad luck."
Several people stared at the gray-haired old man.
But I feel deeply powerless.
After all, a saint with insufficient strength is not something they can compete with.
"Amitabha!"
Among them, Huikong was the calmest.
He clasped his hands together and stood like a pine tree.
Even if his own cultivation is constantly losing, he doesn't care at all.
"Donor, what you are doing is setting yourself on fire."
Huikong said very calmly.
"Self-immolation?"
The gray-haired old man was startled when he heard this.
Then he showed a weird smile.
"Monk, your cultivation is mediocre, but your courage is commendable. You are still so calm at this moment. It seems that you really have seen through life and death."
Huikong smiled slightly.
The smile is a bit playful.
"why are you laughing?"
For some reason, looking at the smile on Huikong's face, the gray-haired old man felt a little uneasy for no reason.
This made the gray-haired old man a little surprised.
I am a saint and I have the situation under control now. Why do I feel uneasy because of this monk's smile?
Too strange.
"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. If you stop now, you may still have a chance of survival."
Huikong persuaded with a sincere look.
Kunlunzi and others on the side also looked at Huikong with strange eyes.
I thought that this person was indeed following Ye Gaoren.
At this point, you still dare to say such things?
Is this guy Huikong really not afraid at all?
"ridiculous!"
The gray-haired old man shook his head indifferently.
"Buddhist people specialize in deceiving people's minds."
"But it can only fool those ordinary people."
"In front of me, you'd better put away your tricks."
Finished.
The gray-haired old man gently pointed his finger.
puff!!!
Huikong's shoulder was immediately punched with a bloody hole.
Blood gurgled out.
But Huikong's face remained as usual, and he didn't even frown.
It seemed that the injury was not felt at all.
"The body is just a skin. You can do whatever the donor wants."
"But it is not easy for the donor saint to cultivate. If he is so stubborn, he may not be able to save his life."
The gray-haired old man was a little angry when Huikong said that.
Take action again.
puff!!!
Huikong's body once again had a bloody hole.
Even Huikong's mouth had blood flowing out.
"When death is imminent, no matter how much you talk about it, it won't change anything!"
The gray-haired old man raised his hand.
Huikong's voice was directly blocked.
Huikong could no longer speak.
Huikong shook his head and sat down cross-legged.
Then he looked at the gray-haired old man with sympathy and pity.
Just kept watching.
The gray-haired old man was getting hairy when he saw it.
"This monk must be showing off!"
The gray-haired old man was a saint after all, with a strong mind and would not be shaken by Huikong's few words.
He continued to let the tiger talisman absorb the cultivation of Huikong and others.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The cultivation level of Huikong and others continued to decline.
The two great sword masters, Kunlunzi, have fallen out of the semi-saint realm, leaving only the cultivation level to aspire to the top.
Huikong and Jian Tianming were even more unbearable.
The two people continued to lose their cultivation level, and now they were only at the level of returning to the aperture realm.
And it keeps falling.
The light of the tiger talisman was much brighter than before.
When the gray-haired old man saw this, he was extremely happy.
"The power of the Tiger Talisman has been restored to its approximate full strength. If you absorb it for a while, you will be able to return to its peak."
"I can also start absorbing their vitality and soul power to heal their wounds."
The gray-haired old man immediately activated the power of the saint.
Forcibly seizing the vitality and soul power of several people.
"He wants to use our power to heal!"
Yun Wuxiang saw the gray-haired old man's intention and was immediately shocked.
"Damn it! Are we going to die here like this?"
Feng Wuhen's face was filled with sadness and anger.
Huikong turned around and looked at them.
Still calm and transmitting the sound with the power of Buddha.
"Guys, please be patient."
Yun Wuxiang and others were stunned.
Damn you.
At this point, you are still so calm?
Are you so not afraid of death?
You are not afraid of death, but we don’t want to die.
"The Holy Son must have known everything that happened here."
Huikong told the reason why he was so calm.
"Maybe the Holy Son is already here at this moment, but he just hasn't appeared yet."
"Or maybe the Holy Son is giving this benefactor a last chance."
After hearing Huikong's words, several people were confused.
Even Jian Tianming, who had been following Ye Qingyun for a while, couldn't understand at all how much Huikong trusted Mr. Ye?
Even if Mr. Ye is enigmatic, he can't come and go freely in this ancient city of Xuanyuan, right?
not to mention.
Young Master Ye probably didn't even know that they had been caught by this military sage.
How can we rescue them?
Huikong was smiling.
"The Son is omnipotent, you just need to believe in the Son."
Several people were silent.
The gray-haired old man became suspicious.
"Holy Son? Could this Holy Son mentioned by the monk be the young man who entered Xiaoyao Hall?"
"This person is indeed strange, but it is impossible for him to be found here at this moment."
"Even if he comes, he may not be my opponent."
Thinking of this, the gray-haired old man was completely relieved.
Continue to plunder the soul power and vitality of several people.
Visible to the naked eye.
The bodies of Huikong and others began to deteriorate.
His expression gradually became painful.
This is the impact of having vitality and soul power taken away.
And once it is completely taken away, they will die on the spot.
"Monk, the Holy Son you are talking about is probably unable to protect himself at this moment. He might have died under some mechanism in this ancient city."
The gray-haired old man looked at Huikong proudly.
But at this moment.
Outside the cave, the sound of footsteps suddenly came.
Hearing the footsteps, the gray-haired old man's expression changed.