Chapter 100 Rescue

Zhao Haoran seemed to see Haiya's smile again, and his resentment for Lian Zhu and others was a little more.

In the vagueness, Zhao Haoran could feel his movement with a pair of eyes that had been paying attention to. The consciousness behind him fell not far away. It seemed that he was not in a hurry, but he was just following from afar. According to the speed of the Japanese soul, he should have caught up long ago.

The light red figure surpasses the ruthless Taoist, and can only see a phantom rushing up. The Japanese soul led by the ruthless Taoist is still a little confused. A moon soul man with infinite potential suddenly becomes a secret soul spies, which is not convincing.

The ruthless Taoist hates evil, but he is not a fool, so he didn't chase him with all his strength, otherwise Zhao Haoran would have been caught up.

The rest of the souls were led by him, and this group of people hung hundreds of miles away from Zhao Haoran. For them, it was only a few breaths, but it was like a walk, not slow.

The pale red phantom is the other person next to Di Shitian. The two are divided into two directions and have feelings for each other. Since it is fake, this is definitely true. Whether Zhao Haoran is dead or alive, he has to go back to recover. Thinking of these, he accelerated a little.

It's not good. The other party did not hide his breath, and Zhao Haoran could obviously detect it hundreds of miles away.

is a person of Brahma. If you guess correctly, it should be one of the two people next to Di Shitian. Di Shitian's cultivation is extremely high. Obviously, this is not him, and only the two light red salin disciples next to him are unfathomable and likely to follow the order.

Sure enough, Zhao Haoran frowned and was a little faster under his feet, but he was still much worse than the Brahma disciples with the light red sauroy.

Taking out the ice sword, Zhao Haoran stopped. If he didn't get rid of this person, it would be difficult to escape. The rest of the people seemed not to want to embarrass him. Only defeating this person may still have a glimmer of life.

The man of Brahmazong with a red sabera is as thin as wood, with skin and bones on his body, slender fingers, and calm on his face. He stopped in front of Zhao Haoran and did not say anything.

I don't know what soul art was exerted. Zhao Haoran felt that there was a weight of ten thousand pounds on his body, and sweat kept coming down his cheeks. The soul power in the meridians was lacking. This pressure alone could crush him alive.

Zhao Haoran tried his best to lift the ice sword in his hand, and the fiery red light flew over with a sharp cry.

A Sanskrit formed between the thin old man in a light red jacket and rushed straight up. Zhao Haoran looked solemn. He only had one chance. If he failed, he would definitely die.

Li Mang turned a corner as he hurried forward and dodged the Sanskrit with golden light. The thin old man's face was slightly surprised, but he did not panic.

With a flick of his hands, Zhou Sheng appeared a big net full of Sanskrit. Zhao Haoran's sharp light flashed left and right, and he could never escape the big net.

Carrying ten thousand pounds of heavy objects, Zhao Haoran's physical strength was exhausted. Under the sharpness controlled by his consciousness, he was brought straight by the big net. I don't know how the Brahman's big net was made. When Li Mang wanted to break through, he was always crushed by the golden light. Over and over again, the color of Li Mang became weaker and weaker.

Zhao Haoran sighed and lay on the ground uncontrollably.

Zhao Haoran is unwilling to get up. The dry meridians can't provide any strength. The weight of 10,000 pounds cannot overw his hard body, but he can only dream of getting up.

The thin old man pinched the magic formula again. In a flash, Sanskrit appeared in front of Zhao Haoran, and a hole was smashed in his chest. Under great pressure, Zhao Haoran did not even have the ability to spit blood, and even gradually blurred until he fell into a coma. He seemed to see his childhood friends waving to him.

The ruthless Taoist sighed. He couldn't afford to provoke Di Shitian. Even Hai Fengtao could only swallow his anger when he encountered such a situation. Zhao Haoran was over and waved his hand. The rest of the people followed him and flew in the direction of Brahmanzong. He didn't expect that this centenbi would become like this. It was really funny.

Another old man of Brahmazong with a light red sabutum seems to have known the situation here. He turned around and also flew to Brahma. The three Tenglong followed him not far away. Lian Zhu felt a little sorry that Zhao Haoran was not killed by him in the end, but even if he died, there was an end.

Di Shitian smiled at the corners of his mouth. The thin old man nodded to the void and walked to Zhao Haoran. His soul power in his meridians was lost, and the martial soul was even more dim, not to mention the ability to resist. He carried him on his shoulder. The suzerain asked him to be useful, so naturally he could not be thrown into the wilderness.

The thin old man's body shone with golden light and flew towards Brahma very quickly.

Otu and Rusi met a large number of returning Japanese souls on the way. They knew that it was not good. All the way forward, they saw the thin old man carrying Zhao Haoran. Otu was unwilling, but they couldn't catch up. Not to mention saving Zhao Haoran, they could only hope that Emperor Shitian could keep his promise and leave him in Brahmanzong for a few years. Release.

In a dark cave, there is actually another Zhao Haoran, who is exactly the same as Zhao Haoran taken away by the thin old man just now, standing next to him.

"Grandpa, why did you save him?"

The old man brushed his beard and said, "This is the way of heaven. He saved me in Shigang City, and now it's my turn to save him."

The girl tilted her head and seemed to be a little confused, "But haven't you already given him a gossip? That's not a return, not to mention that we don't need him to save it.

The old man laughed and said, "I have been fortune-telling for others all my life. The fate is unpredictable. I have divination for my family, and I will inevitably encounter great disasters in the future. This teenager may be a turning point."

The girl was even more puzzled, "His cultivation is so low, Grandpa, can't you see it wrong?"

The old man shook his head, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say. Well, his life should be fine, but after such a serious injury, it's difficult to recover his cultivation. Everything depends on himself. Let's go. It's time to go."

A old man and a young man hung a shabby sign and shook away from the dark cave. Zhao Haoran sometimes smiled and sometimes painful, but he was still unconscious.

The crackling sound of firewood kept ringing, the cooking smoke slowly drifted away, and a fragrance drifted away with the wind. The dog bolted in the yard barked, and a beautiful young man walked into the door with a smile, "Huang, what's your name? I don't even recognize it. Mother, what did you do? I'm hungry."

There is a beautiful woman sitting in front of the stove. The years have left traces on her face, but it can't hide the elegance on her body. She doesn't look like an ordinary mountain village woman at all. She looks at the teenager with a smile, "Xiao Ming, go and see if the uncle is awake first."

A middle-aged man in a coat came in from the gate. His eyes were fierce, and there was a heroic spirit in his eyebrows. It could be seen at a glance that it was Xiaoming's father, with tenderness in his eyes. "Weir, thank you for your hard work. You have suffered with me for so many years."

The beautiful woman added a handful of firewood to the stove, "It's not hard to be with you."

The middle-aged man sighed apologetically, put down a large bundle of dry wood on his shoulder and walked to the beautiful woman.

"Dad and mother, that uncle woke up. Come and have a look."

Uncle?

Zhao Haoran reluctantly opened his eyes and found that he was covered with a silk quilt, which was completely different from this dilapidated cabin. Uncle, are you talking about himself?

The middle-aged man came to the room in a few steps and found that Zhao Haoran was really awake with a smile on his face. "My name is Zhong Nanhai. I found you in a small cave. Feel free to recover here. I've been in a coma for a month. Are you hungry? I'll get you some food."

Zhao Haoran opened his mouth and wanted to get up, but found that he could not speak and had no strength.

Zhong Nanhai quickly helped him, "Little brother, you are still very weak. Don't move."

Zhao Haoran lay weakly on the boat and felt bitter in his heart. He didn't expect that he would survive. In the confusion of his consciousness, he heard an old man and a young man talking and thought he was dreaming. He didn't expect that it was true, and he didn't know who he could save himself under the Brahma people.