Mo Jingyun's face looked a little ugly. A strong man from the Holy Realm would actually appear here, and he also had a grudge against his master. This would be a big trouble.
puff!
Xiao Niuzi spat out another mouthful of blood.
Xiao Niuzi's entire face had turned purple, and the toxins on his shoulders had spread throughout his body.
"Save people first!"
No matter how powerful the enemy in front of him is, he cannot let Xiao Niuzi die.
Mo Jingyun flipped his right palm, and several pills appeared in his hand, and they all flew towards Xiao Niuzi's mouth.
As soon as these elixirs entered his mouth, they melted and turned into the purest medicinal power, which was absorbed by his body.
At the same time, Mo Jingyun used an exquisite blood-pointing technique, and instantly hit 108 acupuncture points on Xiao Niuzi's body to prevent toxins from corroding the internal organs.
"It's useless. The poisons of my hidden sect are all made from poisonous recipes that have been passed down for countless thousands of years. How can you be able to cure them? Let your master come, and maybe it's almost the same.
It’s a pity that your master is thousands of miles away, haha.”
The holy warrior's face showed a playful look like a cat playing with a mouse. He not only wanted to kill Mo Jingyun, but also tortured him to death.
Moreover, record all this with Xuan Guang Technique, and when the time comes, show it to Gu Xuan and let him take a look at it slowly.
When Gu Xuan finishes reading, his mind will definitely collapse. When the time comes, he will torture Gu Xuan to death as well. Only in this way can he avenge his brother.
Mo Jingyun sneered.
"I think the Hidden World Sect has been a coward for so long that even this rubbish Guigu Poison Pill is considered a big killer.
If we want to undo this rubbish poisonous elixir, why do we need my master to take action on my own? That’s enough for me, Mo Jingyun!"
A trace of anger flashed across the face of the holy warrior.
"You want to detoxify the Guigu Poison Pill, but do you know that the Guigu Poison Pill is a kind of poison that takes 7,749 days to refine, and then..."
The Holy Realm Warrior's words stopped abruptly at this point and he could no longer continue.
Therefore, he suddenly discovered that the skin on Xiao Niuzi's body had gradually returned to its normal color, and even his breathing had calmed down.
In fact, even the wound on the chest that was pierced by the dart has healed and new flesh has grown.
"How is this possible?"
A look of surprise appeared on the face of the holy warrior.
"What's impossible?"
Mo Jingyun stared at the person in front of him and sneered.
"You underestimate me too much. After all, I am Alchemy Emperor's disciple! The great master of alchemy refining, Mo Jingyun!"
Mo Jingyun's aura surged, and his body straightened up, as if he didn't feel the slightest fear because the person in front of him was a powerful person in the Holy Realm.
"You go first."
Mo Jingyun pushed Xiao Niuzi into the group behind him, where there were also about ten Yingtian Sect disciples.
"Is it possible to leave? Today, no one can leave, they will all die!"
The Saint Realm expert waved his hand, and several invisible walls formed in the sky, blocking everyone in the Yingtian Sect and not giving them any way out.
A disciple named Yingtian Sect suddenly looked extremely sad.
Mo Jingyun clenched his fists.
These disciples all came out with him to carry out this recruitment mission, but they never expected that they would fall into such a desperate situation.
Generally strong people have the so-called dignity of the strong and will not indiscriminately kill younger disciples.
If a semi-saint goes to kill an emperor-level warrior for no reason, he will be despised.
Unless the two major forces reach a situation where they are fighting to the death and there is a huge disparity in strength, someone will do this in a hurry.
Otherwise, if two forces are of equal strength, but the top leaders go out to kill the low-level disciples of the opposing force and cut off their foundation, then the two forces will be as good as dead together.
Therefore, it has almost become a tacit agreement not to kill the lower-level disciples of the hostile forces.
Especially in a situation like today, where the enemy, a powerful man from the Holy Realm, did not even spare their group of emperor-level sect-level warriors in broad daylight, this was tantamount to openly declaring war on the Yingtian Sect.
I'm afraid that the two sides will soon reach a dead end situation with no room for recovery.
Mo Jingyun's face looked a little ugly. It was obvious that the other party came with the idea of fighting Ying Tianzong until death.
"Who are you? Even if you want me to die, you must let me die clearly, right?"
Mo Jingyun stared coldly at the holy warrior in front of him. The distress signal had been sent out long ago. Now, he would delay as long as possible.
The holy warrior seemed to have seen through Mo Jingyun's thoughts.
"After talking so much nonsense, do you really want to delay time? Unfortunately, the distance between here and Yingtian Sect is too far, and Gu Xuan cannot get there.
You don’t need to know too much, you just need to know that my name is Xue Bazhong, that’s enough!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Bazhong smiled ferociously, pressed his right palm into the void, and a giant palm fell from the sky.
The vast power distorted this space.
Under this palm gesture, the Yingtian Sect disciples behind Mo Jingyun had already vomited blood, and it was rare to be able to barely stand.
Even though Mo Jingyun had been promoted to Semi-Saint, he still felt his breath was suffocated, as if an invisible hand was pinching his neck. His strength felt like it was tied up, and it was difficult to use it at all!
Whoosh!
Among the space spirit treasures on Mo Jingyun's body, the figure of the Suanni divine beast suddenly jumped out and flew towards the giant palm falling in the sky.
"Xie Er?"
Mo Jingyun gave a bitter smile. This Suanni beast was the Taoist sect-protecting beast that Li Xieyun had subdued. Although it was just a clone, it still possessed the strength of a semi-saint.
However, the Half-Saint was really vulnerable to Xue Bazhong's palm.
With just a bang, Xie Er's body exploded.
Then, the giant palm in the void continued to press down.
"I didn't expect that I, Mo Jingyun, who has lived my whole life, would die here today without knowing anything."
Mo Jingyun seemed to have given up even resisting. He was not Gu Xuan, and he had no power to resist under this palm.
Mo Jingyun closed his eyes.
Behind him, a dozen Yingtian Sect disciples also closed their eyes.
However, the giant palm that was supposed to fall down instantly and pat them into pieces could not be photographed for a long time.
"Huh?"
Mo Jingyun couldn't help but open his eyes.
"Master, Third Brother! Are you here? How come...why are you here?"
Mo Jingyun was inexplicably excited, and his words were somewhat incoherent.
"Of course we have to be here, and we must be here, otherwise, wouldn't you have become a dead person now? Second brother, second brother, you are too inferior. It's just a holy place, and you are so scared.
You don’t dare to resist anymore, it’s really embarrassing for me and Master?”
Li Xieyun's mocking voice sounded in Mo Jingyun's ears.
Normally, Mo Jingyun would have rushed forward to fight Li Xieyun, but now, he felt that even the sarcastic voice was so sweet and pleasant to the ear.
"It's great to be alive."
Mo Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief and actually sighed.
"Yes, it's good to be alive! So, Xue Bazhong, why are you looking for death?"