Listening to the anxious words of the disciples around him and watching them preparing rescue tools in an orderly manner, Wan Lei suddenly had an illusion.
The ones who were injured were not his friends, but fellow disciples of these Xiangren Sect disciples.
It is rare to find such a warm and kind sect.
No, it's not normal at all. How can there be such kind people in the world of cultivation?
Comparing himself with them, Wan Lei instantly felt that he was so evil and unconscionable that he should be struck to death by lightning.
"You all get out of the way. This is a monk in the Taixu Realm. You can't cure it. I'm going to see my ancestor."
While scolding the disciples and asking them to get out of the way, the Taixu Realm monk led Wan Lei and others to a wide building at the top of the mountain.
Following the monk and pushing the door in, Wan Lei and the others saw countless runes carved on the walls of the room, exuding wonderful Taoist charms. In just a short time, Wan Lei felt that his soul had become much purer.
I have the urge to put down my butcher knife and become a good person.
At this time, an old man came out of the back room. The old man had gray hair and kind eyes. He was the kind of elder who could tell at a glance that he was a respected and trustworthy elder.
This person has a cultivation level in the Taiheng realm, so he is probably the ancestor of Xiangren.
"What's going on? You're so flustered, how can you behave like this!"
The old man frowned and scolded, then looked at Qingwu who was being held, his expression changed drastically.
"How can such a strong aura of inner fire be so powerful? It is impossible for a monk in the mortal realm to have such a strong inner fire?"
The old man frowned and said quickly.
"Junior pays homage to Ancestor Xiangren. This is my good friend..."
"Quickly, bring her to my infirmary quickly. I'll check it out first. Oh, how could this poor girl be so angry?"
Ancestor Xiangren didn't even look at Wan Lei's visit and explanation, and immediately led them towards the back room.
Wan Lei was choked again and could only secretly think that everyone here is a living Bodhisattva, saving people is like putting out fire.
After entering the back room, Wan Lei saw some white beds and some technological artifacts. Of course, with his understanding of technology that was comparable to that of a kindergarten, he definitely couldn't understand what these things were used for.
Wan Lei looked around the room. The same walls and roofs were all covered with strange runes. There was a bed in the corner with a pale young man lying on it, looking at them curiously.
That young man has cultivated in the Taixu realm.
The old man asked Huofeng to put Qing Wu under a technological instrument, which was a flat bed. Four or five Taixu Realm monks who followed him were busy adjusting the instrument.
No one on the other side paid attention to Wan Lei and the others. They worked hard to save people like professional doctors and left them alone. This made Wan Lei and the others a little embarrassed.
As various soft lights on the instrument lit up, several Taixu Realm monks also pushed aside. The ancestor of the Xiangren Sect pointed something similar to a light bulb at Qingwu's forehead, and then looked at the instrument.
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"What is that? What a crazy inner fire. The power of this inner fire is too great. It is much more powerful than any inner fire I have ever seen. How can she, a monk in the mortal realm, be able to withstand it? Yes.
How did you develop such a powerful inner fire?
It shouldn't be, it's unreasonable, it hasn't burned the soul into nothingness yet, it's completely unreasonable.
Oh, something helped to suppress it, what it is, I can’t see clearly, I’ll wait for my spiritual sense to check.”
The old man muttered to himself as he moved his eyes away from the instrument, then closed his eyes to release his consciousness, and plunged into Qingwu's sea of consciousness.
One second later...
"Ah, it hurts so much. What is this thing? It actually burned away my consciousness."
After screaming twice, the old man returned to normal, then frowned again, touched his beard, and began to mutter,
"I have cultivated in the Taiheng Realm and can burn away my spiritual consciousness. How did this little girl resist it? And what is it that can seal such a terrifying thing?
I can’t figure it out, I’m at a loss for words…”
"Ancestor, Ancestor."
The Taixu Realm monk who brought Wan Lei in earlier called,
"If you can't figure it out, stop thinking about it. Can't you just ask her companions what happened? Why bother thinking about it?"
"Oh, right."
The old man looked at Wan Lei,
"Do you know what condition she is in?"
"I know."
"Knowing that you didn't tell me, my examination was in vain for a long time, and my consciousness was burnt. How disgusting!"
What the hell...
Wan Lei was dumbfounded, his face flushed with pain, and he almost gave the old man a slap in the face, but he endured it when he thought that he still had to rely on him to save people.
"I wanted to say something, but senior didn't give me a chance to speak."
"Alas, today's young people are working hard one by one, and they are not as quick and energetic as my old man. Stop being slow and tell me about her situation as soon as possible."
Well, you were just quick and easy, your impatience is already in its late stages.
Wan Lei prepared his words, and in just a few seconds, the old man was so anxious that he was sweating.
"We and several other companions went to eliminate a criminal gang...
Wan Lei recounted their experiences in great detail. When he mentioned that the Qiyu Sect treated human beings as slaves and took human lives seriously, he could clearly feel the anger of the Xiangren Sect members around him soaring.
They practice good thoughts and have kind and pure hearts. What they hate the most is such evildoers.
Wan Lei concealed the plot of the big hand and only said that a companion killed a strong man in the Infinite Realm. They destroyed the sect and saved all the victims.
When they heard this, the people around them looked at them differently. They looked at them with admiration and admiration at the hero.
Finally, Wan Lei talked about Qing Wu's condition.
It's not that he deliberately showed his achievements in roundabout ways, the main reason is that if the other party wants to treat Qing Wu, he must understand the characteristics of the Crying Desire Sect's practice method in order to prescribe the right medicine.
"Hmph, there are such people in the world who are worse than beasts. If I knew that place, I would definitely lead my disciples to wipe out that nest of sin and restore peace to the world."
Wan Lei raised his eyes, is it just you?
The old man didn't realize that he was being looked down upon, but fortunately someone reminded him.
"Ancestor, please pull me down. How can you, who is in the Taiheng realm, defeat others in the Infinite realm? I was bullied by the three Jingshan monsters a few days ago, and you didn't even dare to fight back. You even killed the Infinite realm. We all
The combined total of the sects is not enough for me to slap you in the face."
"Shut up, go back and practice silent meditation for three years!"
Ancestor Xiangren was furious after being slapped in the face, and angrily scolded his elders.
"Um...senior, let's talk about my friend first. Can she be saved? Can you help?"