Chapter 228 I am your Grand Sage (please subscribe)

Take one step forward and the world changes.

Qi Ping was in a trance for a moment, and realized that the place around him was no longer a cold prison, but a dilapidated courtyard.

The originally blurry scene became clear. A formation was arranged around it. Dark red light penetrated each "node", and the entire formation showed a "swastika" character.

A monk with tattoos on his arms, a sword across his knees, and a blue scalp sat cross-legged in the courtyard.

He put his hands together to make a secret and recited a mysterious and low mantra.

Around the courtyard, blue mist filled the air, forming a faint cover.

"Go faster!"

Someone pushed him from behind, and Qi Ping pretended to stagger a few steps. Xiahou Yuanshao, who was supporting him, lost strength and fell, and he also fell down.

Turning his head, he saw that at the entrance of the space, the female relatives were rushing out and jumping out.

When the jock pretending to be a jailer returned to his original appearance, the last one jumped out, and the entire magic circle collapsed.

The space door shrank into a black spot and disappeared.

Qi Ping's heart moved. To be cautious, he did not activate the sublingual jade tablet immediately.

"Come out!"

"Finally escaped!"

A large group of people came out, and it was quite spectacular. They were all disheveled, in a mess, and scarred.

However, at this moment, everyone's face was filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.

The women, headed by several concubines, were already weak, and they had just relied on their willpower to survive. Now, seeing that they were escaping, they fell down one after another and began to cry.

Not only them, but also the men were in tears.

"Where is this?"

The old Marquis, who had white beard and hair, was also very weak.

Although he was a cultivator, he had been destroyed by Qi Hai first, and he was the one who had endured the most punishment among the people. When he came out, he could hardly stand, but he still remained vigilant and looked around.

The Jianghu Ke who regained his true appearance said:

"Please rest assured, Lord Marquis. This is a remote residence in Kyoto. It is surrounded by a blinding circle and is safe enough."

Kyoto?

The people who were sitting on the ground were crying with joy and were about to cry wildly. When they suddenly heard that they were still in Kyoto, they all panicked.

Realize that the crisis is not over yet.

The old Marquis was not surprised. He knew the distance limit of the teleportation circle and turned his attention to the monk.

The latter had stood up at this moment and was looking at him with a look that made him quite uncomfortable.

"This is the comrade in charge of presiding over the formation." Jianghu Ke briefly introduced.

But his identity was not mentioned.

The Zen monk... looked like a warrior monk... the old Houye's eyes flashed and he nodded slightly:

"Thank you, Master."

The flower-armed demon monk grinned: "Your Majesty, you're welcome."

Jianghuke said:

"The matter of the imprisonment cannot be kept secret for too long. We have to escape before the Zhenfusi can react and escort you all out of Kyoto. However, given your condition, I am afraid that you will not be able to withstand the bumpy journey and you will have to heal your injuries first."

As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, pulled out the cork, and poured a light blue elixir into the palm of his hand.

Then he walked to a prepared earthen jar in the courtyard, threw it in, and in the blink of an eye, it melted into a jar of medicinal liquid:

"This is a healing pill."

As he said this, he distributed bowls to everyone.

After hearing that they were running away to heal their wounds, everyone cheered up. Xiahou Yuanshao staggered over, filled a bowl, and handed it to the old Houye:

"Dad, give this..."

The old Marquis sighed: "You drink first."

Xiahou Yuanshao didn't refuse. He was really hurt and hurriedly poured it into his mouth.

The effect of the elixir in the extraordinary realm was miraculous. It was visible to the naked eye that his pale and withered face turned rosy and his bleeding wounds were healing.

Seeing this, a group of female relatives also rushed to drink the medicine. The old marquis waited for a while before taking a bowl and swallowed it.

The flower-armed monk stood aside with a smile on his face, his strange eyes filled with coldness.

"Drink more and wait a while, the others are coming."

The ordinary-looking Jiang Hu Ke explained.

After scanning the crowd, I suddenly found that one person was missing.

He turned around, holding a bowl of medicinal soup, and walked towards the lonely and abandoned "Xiahou Civilization" not far away.

Although he was seriously injured, the other party didn't even have the strength to get up.

At this moment, he is leaning on the steps and looking here quietly.

"Young Master Wenming..." Jianghu Ke came closer and was suddenly startled.

For some reason, it was clear that this man was seriously injured, weak, and unkempt like the other prisoners, but it gave him a strong sense of disharmony.

It's as if he is completely different from the others.

This feeling is not noticeable in the dark dungeon, but when exposed to the sun, it becomes somewhat obvious.

Although Qi Ping's appearance was perfect in disguise, he had one fatal flaw, that is, he was not seriously injured...

No matter how much he disguises himself, the aura of a marrow cleansing monk in perfect condition is completely different from that of a seriously injured and haggard mortal.

And this difference is particularly jarring in the eyes of fellow practitioners.

At this time, the flower-armed demon monk also noticed something and suddenly turned to look at him.

Somewhat suspicious.

Sure enough, you still found it... Qi Ping pursed his lips, twitched the corners of his lips, looked at Jiang Hu Ke, and reached out to take the medicine:

"Thanks……"

While speaking, he pressed the jade piece under his tongue, and it flickered like a breath.

A faint wave of vitality emerged, passing towards the cloudless autumn sky.

Although Jianghu Ke felt it was a bit strange, he, who only had the cultivation level of Qi Entrainment, did not react in time.

Seeing Qi Ping reaching out to take it, it seemed as if it was out of reach, but he thoughtfully handed it forward.

But the flower-armed monster monk suddenly changed his color, and his voice was like thunder:

"Get out of the way! He's not right..."

However, it was too late after all.

At this moment, Qi Ping's outstretched palm suddenly grasped it.

Then, the air twisted, and a slender, black, and cold sniper rifle emerged.

As the true essence is poured into it, the complex patterns on the gun body light up instantly.

Jiang Huke seemed to be taking the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun, and the next second, a fiery "vital energy bullet" was reflected in his pupils.

"boom!!"

Under the autumn sun, a low roar exploded in the dilapidated courtyard.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from Jiang Hu Ke's waist, and his bones made an overwhelming crunching sound.

Under the shock wave, the whole person flew backwards, his body passed through the light blue mist, and hit the courtyard wall hard.

A big hole was opened at the "Sea of ​​Qi", and the real energy was mixed with blood and life, and was constantly flowing away.

He looked at the smiling "Xiahou Wenming" in disbelief. Until this moment, he didn't understand what happened.

The old Marquis and others, who were sitting around the earthen pot and feeling the healing of their wounds, looked at this scene in even more astonishment.

"Who the hell are you!?"

The next second, the angry roar of the flower-armed demon monk came.

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In the restaurant where the autumn banquet is held.

At this moment, the banquet has not officially started, but with the arrival of Du Yuanchun, the atmosphere became a little more serious.
To be continued...