Having already paid a heavy price, how could Jiang Ning give the opportunity to let the old woman escape from her hands.
Facing the obstruction of other Yangshen, he directly charged forward with his physical body. After rushing out of the interception, he raised his palm and slapped the old woman Yangshen who was escaping far away.
The old woman Yang Shen felt the danger, her hair stood on end, and she screamed uncontrollably.
At this moment, she only regretted that she didn't have two more feet. The cruelty of the little boy in front of her was far beyond her imagination.
"Stop him!" The old woman no longer had the courage to confront Jiang Ning, so she could only place her hope on the other seven people to help her resist the attack.
But the speed of these seven people could not match Jiang Ning's, let alone Jiang Ning's current control over the ground.
With a thought in his mind, he violently bent his fingers, and thick rock thorns drilled out of the ground behind him.
The rock thorns were shaped like bamboo shoots, like peaks and mountains, and the tops were extremely sharp. As soon as they appeared, they immediately disrupted the rhythm of the seven people chasing behind them. Jiang Ning took this opportunity to accelerate hard and catch up with the old woman in front.
"Death!" He struck with anger.
The third shot of Yanghuo fell suddenly.
There seemed to be an invisible palm in the sky, landing impartially on the head of the old woman Yang Shen.
The old woman, who was still running and screaming, suddenly froze.
Immediately, cracks began to appear on her huge Yang God. Finally, with an unwilling roar, the Yang God shattered and turned into countless light spots and dissipated in the air.
At this point, this terrifying strong man whose strength was second only to Song Qingyuan died.
Jiang Ning was panting and looked back at the seven people chasing him. There was still some killing intent in his eyes that had not dissipated.
"Guess how many more people I can kill?" he asked, forcing a smile on his face.
The seven people defeated the rock thorn blocking the road and chased after him when he killed the old woman. But now, they stopped not far behind Jiang Ning, but they did not dare to step forward.
The scene just now shocked them so much.
"I slapped a Yang God to death with three palms. Am I hallucinating?"
"He is only in the early stage of Yang Shen, how can he be so strong?"
"Be careful, the spell he used just now is too weird!"
Several people messaged each other with fear in their eyes.
Seeing them like this, Jiang Ning knew that his goal had been achieved.
After killing the old woman, these people are like headless flies. If they want to kill themselves again, they will probably have to pay a heavy price. Obviously, the seven of them cannot afford this price.
"If you don't dare to come forward, just don't follow me, otherwise I won't mind dragging a few people on my back." Jiang Ning said viciously, looked at the crippled young man who had passed out on the ground, turned around and fled towards the sea.
He wanted to find the disabled young man to inquire about Zhang Xuan's whereabouts, but the current situation was clearly not the right time, so after a slight hesitation, Jiang Ning decided to escape first.
Watching him go away, the remaining seven people looked at each other in confusion.
Eight Yang gods came over, but none of them were caught. Instead, one of them was killed by the other party. How should they deal with each other when they return?
The young and beautiful Yang Goddess looked back at Song Qingyuan who was lying on the ground, and gestured to everyone that they could take Song Qingyuan back, and maybe he would be scolded less.
The six people looked at each other and agreed.
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Jiang Ning, who escaped from the Giant Whale Mountain, felt the power in his body draining crazily as soon as he stepped out.
After a few breaths, Jiang Ning's legs softened and he fell to the ground.
All the power of the earth's veins had dissipated, and all the injuries came over him like a mountain. At this moment, Jiang Ning wished he could cut off all the flesh on his body.
He staggered and found a place to sit under an old tree.
After rummaging around in the mustard bag to find two pills and swallowing them, Jiang Ning managed to regain his breath.
Only then did he realize how serious his injuries were.
The internal organs were severely damaged, and the divine fetus was even more bleak and almost lost its luster. The left shoulder was smashed by the old woman's dragon-head crutch, and the bones and flesh were to pieces. If not treated in time, I'm afraid the arm would be disabled.
In addition, the forced use of the forbidden technique caused the body to be severely overdrawn. Several white hairs have appeared in the hair next to the temples, and the face is also haggard and abnormal.
"This is probably the worst time I've ever had." Jiang Ning laughed at himself.
Others were so high-spirited when they made breakthroughs in cultivation, but when it was their turn, they almost lost their lives. If those few people hadn't been timid and afraid of death, I don't know what the result would have been.
He definitely didn't have the energy to heal his wounds now. Jiang Ning leaned his head on the tree trunk, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above, his eyelids gradually began to become drowsy.
Finally, exhaustion overwhelmed him like a tide.
Jiang Ning couldn't resist and fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but the crackling sound of sticks burning in the fire rang in Jiang Ning's ears.
He was half-conscious, his brows furrowed.
After a while, the crackling sound of burning became more and more clear and real. Jiang Ning realized that something was wrong and had to force himself to wake up from his sleep.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the light of the fire not far away jumped happily in his pupils. Next to the fire, there was a vague figure, holding a wooden stick and pulling at the fire.
who is he?
Jiang Ning rubbed his eyes, trying to see the other person's appearance clearly.
At this moment, the man noticed that Jiang Ning had woken up and took the lead in saying, "Are you awake?"
Jiang Ning's eyes became clearer and he could see the person clearly.
He is an unkempt, somewhat slovenly middle-aged man.
"Who are you?" Jiang Ning immediately became vigilant, running his spiritual energy to detect his own situation, and at the same time, he made a hand on his right hand in preparation for taking action.
The middle-aged man did not answer his question, and kept staring at the fire, saying: "The injuries on your body are not serious. You have been in a coma for two days and one night. Especially your left shoulder, which is already showing a tendency to rot."
Jiang Ning hurriedly looked at his shoulder, only to find that it had been bandaged with a clean white bandage, and there was a faint scent of medicine in it.
It seemed that he had bandaged it for himself, but Jiang Ning still did not let down his guard.
"Who are you and why do you want to help me?" he asked again.
The middle-aged man stoked the fire even more.
"Can't you be more polite when speaking to your savior? You must know that some herbs are difficult to find, not to mention that there are guards everywhere on the mountain behind."
His words made Jiang Ning confused.
Logically speaking, the people in Dongjie City haven't noticed me since I woke up, and my injuries have been bandaged. No matter what, the other party shouldn't harm me.
But I don’t know why, but the middle-aged man in front of me always makes me feel scared.
I can’t explain it, but it’s very dangerous!
Jiang Ning thought for a while, but still struggled to get up, walked over, cupped his fists and bowed to the middle-aged man: "Junior Jiang Ning, thank you for your life-saving grace. I don't know your senior's surname, but in the future, the junior..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ning saw a palm-sized bronze medal hanging on the man's waist out of the corner of his eye.
The bronze medal had some rust, and there were many words and patterns engraved on it, but because it was getting late and the fire was flickering, Jiang Ning couldn't see clearly.
However, his intuition told him that this bronze medal looked familiar. At the same time, he also discovered that the source of his uneasiness came from the bronze medal in front of him!
Seeing that he didn't speak, the middle-aged man seemed to feel something.
He looked down at the bronze medal on his waist and laughed.
"Why, first fight Song Qingyuan, then Xiong Feihu, and finally Jiang Jishen, who still managed to come out alive after fighting the Eight Gods, was he so frightened by my bronze medal that he dared not say a word?"