Nangong Yuling couldn't help frowning when she saw his actions, and then stopped Han Jiulin and said: "Han Jiulin, you are so seriously injured that you can never continue to move forward alone. You should come back to Black Dragon Cliff with us!"
"
Han Jiulin reluctantly jumped to the back of the Yaizhen cub and immediately collapsed to the ground. There was still blood oozing from the wound, but his face still showed a look of determination, and he said to Nangong Yuling:
"Thank you for your kindness, but I have some important matters to attend to during this trip. Once I enter the Black Dragon Cliff, my movements will probably be restricted, and that matter... I won't be able to do it.
"
Nangong Haochuan glared at Han Jiulin, and then said coldly: "What bullshit is important? What else do you want to do if your virtue has been damaged like this?
Yu Ling, if you can’t help but let this kid be stubborn, restrain him and bring him back to Black Dragon Cliff.”
Although Nangong Haochuan's tone was very cold when he spoke, in fact, his heart at this moment was extremely complicated.
Back then, his biological sister, Nangong Ziyu, the previous demon sect saint, broke off the relationship with her father Nangong Lie, betrayed the bloodthirsty demon sect, and married Han Hongyi of Qinglong Palace at all costs.
Now twenty years later, Nangong Ziyu has long been buried deep in the loess, but her son Han Jiulin appears in front of her.
In fact, Nangong Haochuan has been secretly thinking these years, if he had taken action to force Nangong Ziyu to stay in the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect, maybe the subsequent tragedy would not have happened, and he would not have regretted it for so many years.
So at this moment, when Nangong Haochuan saw Han Jiulin's stubborn expression, he naturally couldn't help but think of Nangong Ziyu's back when he left resolutely.
But now that Han Jiulin's injuries were so serious, not to mention that he was ordered to be hunted down by various people, he naturally couldn't just watch him seek his own death and let tragedy happen in front of him again.
"Brother Jiulin, you should come to Black Dragon Cliff with us. Now all forces want to kill you. Even the dog emperor wants your life. Why do you need to return to the imperial capital?"
Shen Hongying jumped to Yaizhen's back, held Han Jiulin's left hand, looked at him and said sincerely.
Shen Hongying fell in love with Han Jiulin at first sight. Seeing that Han Jiulin was injured like this, tears were rolling in her eyes. While holding Han Jiulin's left hand, Shen Hongying also sent a lot of spiritual energy into Han Jiulin's body to help Han Jiulin.
Perform recovery.
At this moment, Han Jiulin had not only lost most of his qi and blood, but the internal and external injuries were so painful that he almost fainted. In addition, even after using the World-Destroying Demon Sword, murderous intent was still surging in his mind.
If Han Jiulin hadn't used all his energy to forcibly suppress those murderous intentions, he would have suffered a backlash from the magic knife and fallen into a state of madness.
Under such circumstances, Han Jiulin was naturally unable to resist, and was knocked unconscious by Nangong Yuling. He then took out the elixir from the storage ring and poured the spiritual energy into elixir liquid into Han Jiulin's body.
The leader of the Killing Altar then went to Nangong Haochuan and said: "According to various clues in that border city, the saint should have followed the monster that formed after Zhan Wusha's corpse transformation into the desert."
"Um."
After Nangong Haochuan responded, he immediately gathered spiritual energy into his nasal cavity, and then all the countless breaths in the desert gathered into his nasal cavity.
The Master of the Killing Altar and Nangong Haochuan came to the desert this time just to find the bodies of the Demon Sect Saint and Zhan Wucha. That's why Nangong Yuling met the two of them halfway and invited them here.
Rescue Han Jiulin.
"Found it."
After some searching, Nangong Haochuan finally found the whereabouts of the Demonic Saint, and pointed his finger in a direction in the distance.
Then Nangong Haochuan and the master of the Killing Altar turned into two swift shadows and disappeared from the sight of Nangong Yuling.
After a long time, after Han Jiulin's internal injuries were basically under control, Shen Hongying was worried about her mother's safety, so she suggested to Nangong Yuling: "Sister Nangong, why don't we go and take a look too?"
Nangong Yuling saw that Han Jiulin's injuries were under control. She had seen the bloody scene in the border city before. Even though her father was a strong man in the King's Realm, she was still very worried, and then nodded.
Han Jiulin didn't know what was going on in the outside world at this moment. He just tried his best to absorb the power of the pill that Nangong Yuling had given him earlier and suppressed the violent murderous intention in his mind.
After experiencing a bloody battle, five lines of world-destroying demonic energy were formed next to the world-destroying demonic sword in Han Jiulin's dantian, surrounding the body of the magic knife, and the sixth line of world-destroying demonic energy was also formed in the blink of an eye thanks to Han Jiulin's hard work.
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After calming down all those violent thoughts of killing, Han Jiulin's brain finally fully recovered and could wake up at any time, but the severe pain radiating from his limbs made him wish he was still in a coma.
Although Han Jiulin killed all the warriors in the Wild Beast Battle Camp this time, the injuries he suffered were also extremely serious. Without half a month of time to recuperate, it may be impossible to return to full strength.
While Han Jiulin was recuperating, thousands of miles away in the ancient city of Jedi, there was a scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night.
I saw that the walls of the ancient Jedi city, which weighed tens of thousands of kilograms, had collapsed and broken into pieces at this moment, and countless sinluo ghosts formed by evil spirits were constantly wandering over the entire ancient city of Jedi, making heart-wrenching cries and screams.
Call.
At this time, the entire ancient city of Jedi was shrouded in a huge evil dark cloud. It was clear that the sky was clear but there was no sunlight, and the originally bustling market was already filled with blood.
"What kind of monsters are these things!"
"Isn't it the zombie invasion?"
"How is it possible that there is such a powerful ghoul that even the saint of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect was injured by him?"
"If this continues, I'm afraid the entire ancient Jedi city will turn into a hell on earth, no! Don't come here, ah!"
Before he finished speaking, the cultivator's chest was pierced by a bloody hand, and then a heart was immediately taken out by the bloody hand.
The owner of the bloody hand was a strange old man with white hair. After taking out the cultivator's heart, the strange old man stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it immediately.
The body of this strange old man was now shriveled up like a mummy, and his head was like a skeleton. The most eye-catching thing about him was the huge hole in front of his chest.
There is no doubt that this mysterious old man is the soul-destroying altar leader Zhan Wucha who died suddenly. However, at this moment, although he has the body of Zhan Wucha, he has become an irrational walking corpse.