086 Protecting each other with life (for all book lovers)
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Yao Zhihong suddenly laughed wildly, which was completely opposite to his previous cold image.
"...It turns out that you already knew it."
"...Then, Yingran, you must be suffering from the fact that you have been making excuses with me for so many years."
Yao Zhihong was speaking calmly, but his expression suddenly changed, becoming cold and evil.
He combed his long silver hair back with one hand and said -
"However, you don't really think that a black-armored demon puppet can kill me, do you?"
"The demon puppet is just a weapon."
Yao Yingran commanded the black-armored demon puppet to attack continuously, and said -
"...And the one who will really kill you in the end will be yourself!"
"Myself?"
Yao Zhihong pretended to be confused, and then, as if he suddenly realized something, he deliberately lengthened his tone and said——
"...Oh oh oh oh, you are trying to say that I have the 'inflammatory disease', right?"
"...Do you really think that I will not know your plan? Do you really think that I will let you take away the Snow Valley Spiritual Stone?"
Yao Zhihong said, the cold smile on his face deepened——
"Leng Er, you have been guarding the Snow Valley Spiritual Stone for a long time."
"...He has never let me down."
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Leng Er is Yao Zhihong's most capable general. A sixth-level Dzogchen warrior, his strength is second only to the Valley Master Yao Zhihong in the entire Medicine King Valley.
He and Leng San are twin brothers, and they depend on each other for life. They were adopted by Yao Zhihong since childhood.
Yao Zhihong treated his subordinates cruelly and harshly. Once someone failed a mission, his fingers would be cut off as punishment.
Sometimes, even if Yao Zhihong was slightly displeased, he would be ordered to cut off his fingers.
First the toes, then the fingers.
Once all twenty fingers are lost, the next moment, the head will be decapitated.
Even Leng San, who is sharp and neat in his work, cannot escape the fate of losing his finger.
But his brother Leng Er has never lost a finger.
Because Leng Er...never fails.
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The black-armored demon puppet is one of the "five-armored demon puppets".
Although it is said that he is not afraid of swords and axes and is immortal, but there is only one of them. Naturally, it is impossible to destroy the world like the "Five-armored Demon Puppet", and it is impossible to easily kill a seventh-level Dzogchen powerful like Yao Zhihong.
who.
The black-armored demon puppet is based on Xiao Zichen's flesh and bones, and then is possessed by various evil spirits...
For a time, he and Yao Zhihong were fighting together, and it was hard to tell them apart.
Taking advantage of the break between the two fighting, Yan Wulu immediately came to Jiang Yueling on the bluestone table, already held Jiang Yueling in his arms, turned around and was about to leave.
When Yao Zhihong saw this, he felt angry.
Yao Zhihong ignored his own safety for a moment and directly approached the black-armored demon puppet, piercing a slender silver needle straight between his eyebrows.
The black-armored demon puppet was slightly shaken by this blow.
Yao Zhihong directly knocked it away with a palm, and the black armor was shattered by the force of the palm.
In the distance, Yao Yingran was even more jealous. He stepped forward in person and tried to sneak attack Yao Zhihong...
But with the strength of Yao Zhihong, a seventh-level Dzogchen warrior, how could a half-hearted warrior like Yao Yingran compare to him?
With a turn and a palm strike, Yao Yingran, who was trying to make a sneak attack, was knocked away and vomited blood.
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In the distance, Yan Wulu had already carried Jiang Yueling to the cave corridor.
After clearing Yao Yingran and other obstacles, Yao Zhihong was filled with anger when he saw this.
He didn't expect that Prince Zhenbei would be so stubborn and stupid!
"Your Highness, do you think you can escape?" Yao Zhihong's voice seemed to echo throughout the cave hall...
The stunner toxin in Yan Wulu's body made his [Tianling Root] reaction slow.
When Yan Wulu felt something in his heart...
Yao Zhihong had already attacked with a dense array of silver needles!
This time, Yao Zhihong didn't pay attention to hold back, he really wanted Yan Wulu's life!
Yan Wulu was heartbroken...
He turned around suddenly and completely protected Jiang Yueling in his arms, facing the threat of the large silver needle from behind.
In Yan Wulu's arms, Jiang Yueling, wrapped in red cloth, her pupils shrank for a moment when she saw what Yan Wulu had done.
Of course Jiang Yueling knew what Yan Wulu meant at this moment——
He wanted to use his body to block the attacks from Yao Zhihong.
He wants to...protect me!
Jiang Yueling shed tears, but she was completely unable to control her body to make any movements.
Yan Wulu, on the other hand, had never thought of so much...
He just felt that he had the inner soft armor of a prince.
I believe that this is the culmination of the wisdom and hard work of the casters from all over Zhenbei Palace, and it should be able to block the opponent's silver needle attack.
As for protecting Jiang Yueling...
Forehead……
Yan Wulu's own calf was poisoned by Yao Zhihong's silver needle poison, and he could no longer avoid it.
Rather than using other areas to resist forcefully, it would be better to use the inner soft armor of the prince to fight. Isn't this much better?
…
The silver needle struck through the air.
The sound of silver needles piercing flesh sounded simultaneously.
Yan Wulu was a little surprised at first that his inner soft armor could not block the silver needle even for a moment?
Afterwards, Yan Wulu noticed something was wrong...
He looked back and saw that it was Tiemian who had been unconscious on the ground before!
The latter suddenly appeared behind him and Jiang Yueling at some unknown time, stretched out his hands to expand his body area, and blocked the silver needles coming from Yao Zhihong with his body...
The silver needle is extremely fast.
Each needle penetrates into it, even if the iron surface protects the body, it still penetrates seven points of the flesh.
"Iron Mask!"
Yan Wulu also shouted out for a moment.
"His Royal Highness, Yue Ling...I..."
"...I...I promised the prince three conditions at the beginning, and now I have fulfilled two of them."
"...It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the prince and the kindness of the Jiang family."
"...I am worthy of myself."
Tie Mian said sadly, his breath was extremely weak.
"...It's just a pity that I have not even had a chance to fulfill the third condition I agreed to with His Highness the Crown Prince."
Tie Mian murmured, but no one noticed how intimate and disrespectful he was to Jiang Yueling in his previous title...
In the distance, Yao Zhihong was not paying attention to the fate of the other party and others.
With a casual palm of his hand, he knocked away Yao Yingran who was trying to attack him again. "...If I hadn't kept you useful, you would have been dead long ago."
Yao Zhihong watched indifferently as Yao Yingran, who struggled several times and tried to get up but failed, spat out such words from his mouth.
The legendary "Medical Saint" Yao Yingran is now like a madman who has lost his mind.
In his mind, scenes of getting along with his mother and father when he was a child kept emerging.
Now, he only has one thought of revenge...
And this time, it may be his only chance in this life!
Even if he risks his life, he still wants to take revenge for killing his father and humiliating his mother!!!
Yao Yingran roared with all his strength and struggled to get up.
But as soon as he was halfway up, he was completely knocked down by Yao Zhihong with another palm wind, unable to move...
Yao Zhihong had no intention of continuing to spend too much attention on Yao Yingran.
When he realized that his silver needle was blocked by the guard, Yao Zhihong frowned slightly. He never liked to make multiple moves on something.
But today, he is willing to make an exception...
Yao Zhihong waved his hand.
The densely packed silver needles formed a formation similar to a curtain of arrows, heading straight towards Yan Wulu.
Yan Wulu's pupils shrank for a moment.
The number of silver needle attacks this time was larger than any previous one.
The iron mask in front of Yan Wulu stood proudly, without the slightest hint of avoidance.
The sound of the silver needle rushing into the body sounded again.
Countless silver needles hit Tie Mian's chest, arms, thighs...even the iron mask on his head was not immune.
The iron face remains motionless.
His guard uniform was torn, blood flowed from the front of his body, and he turned into a bloody man in an instant.
No one knows how Iron Mask managed to remain standing under the attack of such a powerful internal force.
Yao Zhihong kept waving his hands in succession, attacking wave after wave without any sign of ending...
Countless silver needles were all shot into the iron surface in a very short period of time.
Even the iron mask has densely packed silver needles inserted into the face.
On the stone bricks of the palace around the Iron Face, there are nearly a hundred silver needles on each stone brick...
These are just a few of the silver needles that Yao Zhihong pricked slightly during this period of time...
And the number of silver needles that penetrated the Iron Mask's body was even more terrifying.
Finally, Yao Zhihong stopped the silver needle attack.
And he has already slowly walked up to Tie Mian...
Passed by Iron Mask.
Yao Zhihong didn't even make a move.
Tiemian had already fallen straight on his back... He was already covered in blood, his skin and flesh were turned out, his breath was cut off, and he was lifeless.
"Your Highness, there is no need for you to be too sad..."
Yao Zhihong walked directly past Tie Mian who fell to the ground, and headed towards where Yan Wulu and Jiang Yueling were.
Yan Wulu also had a look of surprise and excitement in his eyes. He was holding the [Emperor Sword] with the blade pointed directly at Yao Zhihong.
But Yao Zhihong just smiled and said——
"...because you will be the one who dies next!",
Yao Zhihong said, and then his figure became illusory. The next step was to appear in front of Yan Wulu, knocking the sword away from the opponent's hand with his fingers.
Only then did he realize that the opponent's internal strength had long been exhausted, and the momentum he had shown before was just an act...
Yao Zhihong raised his palm, and the internal energy in his palm gathered and contained black poison...
Yao Zhihong no longer wanted to waste time.
He even admires this prince, but that doesn't stop him from killing him directly now!
As long as the "inflammatory disease" in the body can be relieved, even if it offends Zhenbei Palace, what will happen?
"Yao Zhihong, stop it!"
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Information that can currently be released——
Yan Wulu originally asked for three conditions from Ye Changtian:
1. Keep your name anonymous. Especially don’t let Jiang Yueling know.
2. Protect each other with your life. Don’t hesitate to use your life to protect the safety of the prince.
3. Yan Wulu didn't think about it well at the time, and decided to think about it later. Before that, he asked Ye Changtian to stay alive until he came up with the third condition and fulfilled it before he could die.
