PFC Chapter 583: Subduing the Dragon and Swallowing the Demon (Page 12)
Chapter 583: Subduing the Dragon and Swallowing the Demon (Page 12)
In Suolong Camp, Monk Xiu Yijue looked at the group of Daozi who had been snatched back from Fenfeng Yaoling, with cold murderous intent in his eyes.
These disciples of the Tianzong were all subjected to inhuman torture by the demon army. Their situation was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at closely. Many had mutilated limbs, half had their voices muted by the poison, and many even had their eyes gouged out. Some were even more vicious. Yes, many monks have been polluted by the blood of the demon. Even if the soul wants to fill in the gaps, it is extremely difficult.
If you want to save him, you can only remove the demon blood that has been deeply entangled in the Tao body bit by bit. This is a long-term and meticulous work. If you are not careful, all the previous efforts will be wasted, and the saved Taoist may even be devoured by the demon blood and die on the spot. .
The reason was that Lianyun Battle Fort suffered too much damage, and it was extremely difficult for the four demon armies of Yunwu Huanyun to recover, so half of the demon army was mobilized from Fenfeng Yaoling to station in Yaoyun. The five souls deduced over and over again, and after confirming that there was no ambush, Xutian Fortress decisively launched a blood tide to entangle Yaoyun, while Suolong Camp sent troops to raid Fenfeng Yaoling, and the results were quite gratifying.
The demon army formation in the Fenfeng Demon Ridge was successfully broken through, and all three demon armies were turned into ashes. Even the wind tiger battle flag of the True Demon Palace was almost shaken. If it weren't for several demon saints who desperately rushed out of the demon cloud, Jia Yunzhen was almost captured by Yuanshen in one fell swoop.
Seeing that they could no longer expand their victory, Suolong Camp demolished most of the Fenfeng Yaoling, and then returned with a lot of money. Among the many gains, they also included the disciples of various sects who were captured by the demon army in the early stage.
only……
"Immortal Lord, this is the list of disciples from each sect. The situation... is not very good!"
Deacon Jin Dan lowered his voice and spoke softly, his tone full of regret.
Can these Taoists be saved? Yes, but it is difficult! It’s so difficult that even the soul will frown! This is not a matter of spiritual materials and consumption. In the face of continuous wars, the energy of the soul is also limited, and it is impossible to take care of everyone.
"Save as much as possible. The consumption of spiritual materials is nothing. I will communicate with other souls."
Monk Xiu Yi looked at the list and sighed quietly. He knew that even if everyone's life could be taken back, some Taoists could only take back their lives, but there was no way to talk about the path.
"Huh? Why is there still a Long family? What is this person's condition and how injured he is?"
Monk Xiu Yi frowned. It was easy for the disciples of the Five Heavenly Sects to say that even if they lost their way in the end, the sect would still be compensated. But it was difficult to deal with the Taoist disciples of the Long family. Zheng Jingxing brought more than 500 Taoist disciples of the Long family to the Suolong Camp. When they returned to the Southern Territory, most of them had already died. Not to mention returning Tan Zong's cause and effect, it was more emotional than reasonable. Several Tianzong owed favors.
"According to the comparison of records in the camp, this person's name is Long Wangtai. He is still in a coma. His bones were broken by the sky demon using extremely heavy techniques, and his eighth-level Qi cultivation was removed. All the meridians throughout the body were also destroyed, but fortunately they were not stained by the demon blood.
The camp has tried its best to provide rescue, but if we want to recover as before, we may have to take Bu Xing Gui Ling Powder for many years..."
"Take me to have a look." Suolongjueseng sighed and turned around, glancing in the direction of the Southern Territory as if apologetically.
Dragons come and go without asking, for whom they fall, for whom they die, count the three points of killing and defeat, life is like an epiphyllum, half with the passing water, half into the dust of war.
Jin Dan immediately led the way and brought Jue Seng to a palace room. There was a human figure wrapped in a ball of green light. The vitality was constantly being extracted from the formation below and being injected into the green light.
Suo Longjue Monk's eyes turned with charm, and he had already fully illuminated the inside and outside of Longwang Tower. His tone immediately softened, "You have done a good job. Hongxiu Xiangju is indeed very accomplished in healing. Your fairy What did you say?"
"The injury is no longer serious, but if you want your Tao body to fully recover, it cannot be done overnight..."
"In this case, let's wait until this person wakes up before sending him back to the Southern Territory. We, Suolong Temple, will arrange for a Jindan escort. Who will escort Hongxiu Xiangju? You can ask the Immortal Master of the Qian family, and at the same time, send ten years of compensation first. Even if the Long family is not lacking, our two families cannot lose their dignity."
At this moment, the green light swayed, and Long Wangtai, who was wrapped in it, struggled a little and slowly opened his eyes.
The confusion in Long Wangtai's eyes suddenly turned into disbelief. As if he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, he hurriedly closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and then opened them carefully.
That's right, the layout here is not where the demon army is, but a bit like a dragon-locking camp.
"Where am I?" A hoarse voice came out of Long Wangtai's mouth, with a hint of exhaustion that was hard to eliminate.
"You read that right, this is Suolong Camp, and I am Xiu Yi.
Because of the efforts of the children of the Long family, we now have some advantages, so we can regain the fallen Daozi.
Your injury is not a problem, it just takes a while... At this point, you can completely believe in the promise of Yuan Shen and the magnanimity of your Qilin. "Seng Suolongjue spoke gently.
"Where's Qilin? Is he okay? The demon master wants to resurrect the real dragon. I don't dare to die... I saw my clan brother die in front of me... I'm not afraid of death, but I don't dare to die. If I die, it will only make people miserable. Things got worse..."
Long Wangtai stammered in explanation, his eyes seemed to be empty, "I'm not just living an ignoble existence... I'm not..."
"We all know this, and your Qilin also knows it. If he knows that you are still alive, he will definitely be very happy!
It will be good for your injury to sleep a little longer. When you wake up again, someone will escort you back to the Southern Territory. Everything will gradually get better, whether it is your injury or the war situation in the world.
Longwangtai, thank you, thank you for living so hard! The resurrection of Golden Scale is indeed a matter of a thread! "
The voice of Suo Longjue Monk is full of tranquility. It seems that the clear mountains are everywhere, returning home in the bright moonlight, and that he has a carefree mind and everything is new.
Listening to Jue Seng's consolation, like the gurgling of a clear spring, Long Wangtai's heart slowly calmed down, and he fell into a deep sleep again. Only the corners of his eyes filled with a touch of crystal, and he melted contentedly into the blue light.
I will never forget the separation between life and death, and I dare not shed tears to see each other off. This place is like a dream, and the old friend has no trace, just like the waning moon and the falling flowers and smoke.
"Thanks to this Taoist disciple of the Long Family..." Suolongjue Monk sighed longly. Thinking back to the danger of transforming into a dragon with golden scales that day, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. If there was the slightest mistake, the demon master would succeed.
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"Thanks to the Yun Qi of the Long family, otherwise Fulong's plan would not be able to proceed at all."
Jia Yunzhen will never forget the extremely painful expression on Jiao Sheng's face when the golden scale failed to transform into a dragon.
Even though the backlash of fate was imminent, Jiao Sheng still endured unspeakable pain and sorrow, and rushed towards the Lord of Xingtian, just to save a trace of the vitality of the Demon Transformation Palace, and also to save this useless demon master.
In order to transform into a dragon with golden scales, the Seventh Bright Phoenix fell outside the Suolong Camp. The Kun Jiao Demon Saint was backlashed by luck. Even the Jiao lineage was gradually implicated. The rampant demon energy and the madness of the demon consciousness have become more and more serious. universal.
In front of many demon saints, the Jiao Saint told him not to worry about the Jiao genus, and the Third Ming Phoenix also admitted that the Seventh Ming Phoenix's fall was a non-war crime.
But how could he let go? There should be dragons and phoenixes in this world. This is the obsession of the Seventh Bright Phoenix. This is the wish of Kunjiao Demon Saint, and it is what he must do. Without dragons and phoenixes, the major demon courts will have no future and can only be held by invisible ropes. Hanged in this world.