Chapter 172 Save?!

Shen Long Dun walked very fast, even if Zhou Xing used a Qingyun umbrella. Zhou Xing did not chase after him any more. He stopped, and the murderous intention in his eyes slowly fell. He looked at the dagger in his hand and showed a trace of confusion.

"The dagger has obviously hurt him just now. Why is he all right? On the contrary, his magic weapon has been destroyed?" Zhou Xing didn't think about it, nor did he put away the Qingyun umbrella, and rushed back at a very fast speed.

Not long after, I saw Song Yu holding Mo Qianglong's black body, palming on his back, transporting Zhenyuan, as if trying to save him. Zhou Xing quickly took away the Qingyun umbrella and walked to the side, looking at Mo Qianglong sadly.

None of the latter's body is clean, and the goatee hanging on the corners of his mouth is also burned clean, all of which is not what it used to look like. In a faint time, Mo Qianglong's cold humming and the sound of quarreling with Song Yu still sounded in his ears.

"To tell you the truth! I'm the rumored Nuyan Jianzun - Mo Qianglong!"

"Please take me as a slave! Take me to cultivate the truth!"

"Real qualification? Humph! I don't believe that only that qualification can cultivate the truth!"

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In a trance, Zhou Xing recalled the scene of Mo Qianglong at the beginning. This innate strong man, a martial artist standing at the peak of the mortal world, was willing to keep up with himself as a slave in order to pursue strong strength. It seems that all this happened yesterday. However, it has been several months. Although Mo Qianglong has tried his best to practice the true method countless times, but he has never been able to practice it, he is not discouraged and has never shown any other emotion in front of himself and Song Yu. But Zhou Xing knew that this appearance did not care. The cold and arrogant old man was eager for cultivation in his heart, which reached an incompresible level.

Zhou Xing's ears buzzed. A moment ago, Mo Qianglong's laughter seemed to echo on this mountain: "Song Yu, this is my own skill, and it will open your eyes. If you have a chance to see my master, ask him to burn more books to practice the truth for me. I won't believe it. I can't practice it even if I go to hell!"

Mo Qianglong, with the capital of mortals, can actually create such a skill. Although it is in exchange for life, it is worth being proud! The soul can touch this, even the foundation monk can hardly do it.

"Old Uncle Mo, I blame you for being a step slow..." The sadness in Zhou Xing's eyes is even stronger. If he had taken action earlier, it might not have been like this. Zhou Xing squatted down, gritted his teeth, and endured the sadness of wanting to shed tears. He looked at Song Yu. Song Yu's face was covered with sweat, and his pale face was obviously a sign that even Benyuan was losing money.

Zhou Xing sighed in his heart that although Song Yu and Mo Qianglong always quarreled, and most of them were won by Song Yu, their feelings, in comparison, were more prosperous than that of Zhou Xing and Mo Qianglong. After a few months of getting along, the two often exchanged martial arts, and the relationship between them can be said to be like teachers and friends.

Seeing Song Yu's appearance, Zhou Xing felt even more guilty for taking a step late. He looked silently at Song Yu, who looked weaker and weaker. He had an extra elixir bottle in his hand and took out a white elixir pill from it. The air around him was refreshed in an instant under the effect of this elixir.

"Brother, this is Hui Yuandan. You can take it." Zhou Xing said softly that although this Dan is precious, Zhou Xing will not be stingy.

Song Yu opened his eyes, and his black and white eyes were full of unwillingness and grief. His hand was not taken away from Mo Qianglong's back. He bit his lips and looked at Zhou Xing and said, "Brother, save your predecessor!"

Zhou Xing hesitated for a moment, looked at Song Yu's firm eyes, nodded and said, "You took this Dan. Uncle Mo, I'll save it!" He used the art of object control and flew straight to Song Yu's mouth. Originally, he was sure that Mo Qianglong was dead, but looking at Song Yu's attitude, Zhou Xing couldn't bear to refuse. He also held a hope that maybe Mo Qianglong could come back to life?

Song Yu went to one side to rest. Zhou Xing came behind Mo Qianglong, closed his eyes, and his thoughts entered Mo Qianglong's body, which was extremely clear in front of him. In the past, Zhou Xing could not do this, but after having a divine consciousness, it was much easier. His idea wandered around Mo Qianglong's tendons and found that his veins were completely in a state after burning, barely maintaining integrity, but extremely fragile. There is still silk Zhenyuan on it, which is the breath of Song Yu. Zhou Xing's thoughts continue to go deeper. No matter whether he can save Mo Qianglong or not, he has to find out a way before he can find a way. Zhou Xing said to himself in his heart, "If I hadn't chosen to open a cave here, if I hadn't taken a step late, Uncle Mo wouldn't have become like this. If possible, you must do your best to save Uncle Mo.

While Zhou Xing focused on his thoughts, Song Yu looked at Mo Qianglong, and there was also a trace of guilt on his face. He secretly blamed himself: If I didn't let Elder Mo go first, if I didn't feel that it would not work from time to time, Elder Mo would definitely not die.

The two of them actually blamed themselves for Mo Qianglong's death.

Besides, Shen Long, after his speed became much faster, it was not long before he was more than ten miles away. He stopped in a dense forest, with blood on his face, nose and corners of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper. Obviously, maintaining this speed will be a great consumption for him! After a while, he came to a bush with deep grass, and then sat cross-legged on the ground. His whole body had no strength. His eyes did not have much luster. He gasped weakly. He took out an elixir from the storage bracelet and swallowed it. Then he took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand. Then he closed his eyes and recovered.

For a long time, a trace of redness rose on his face. After opening his eyes, his eyes were also a little more rosy. He did not get up, but put aside the two pieces of the dark giant sickle in his hand. Except that the body is black, the sickle no longer has a faint dark luster like just now. In the middle of this giant sickle, it is a neat flat mouth.

"It's broken, and the life-and-death reincarnation sickle is broken like this..." Shen Long muttered, with a melancholy face with a look of incomparable regret. This is the strange treasure of the sect. It was given to me when I reached the peak of practice and became the first person of the second-generation disciple. Was it broken like this?

Shen Long rubbed the broken mouth of the sickle with his hand, as if the mouth had extended from the sickle to his heart. This sickle is not only the symbol of the first person, but also the partner who has accompanied him for decades. He has defeated many opponents and killed many monsters with him.

Shen Long suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction of Zhou Xing. His eyes became more and more sinister. He said fiercely, "You occupied the land of my sect and destroyed my magic weapon!" I will settle this hatred with you sooner or later! When I succeed in building the foundation, I will sacrifice you!"

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