Escorting Feng Yin to the Western Army this time, there were many twists and turns along the way, and the danger was far beyond expectations.
Even Zhuang Weiran, who is a heaven-level cultivator, has a new concept of human power. From the beginning, he did not underestimate the enemy, but as long as he acted carefully, he would be safe. Later, when he was surrounded from all sides, he was on the verge of extinction.
Zhuang Weiran's mentality changed again and again as he was able to escape from danger with the protection of the secret guards, and then was escorted along the way by the Pegasus, and worked together to defeat a heaven-level master who was even better than him, as well as Bu Changkong's small test.
He no longer felt that it would be great to regain his strength as a heaven-level cultivator. He also thought that when Feng Yin went to training, he and his wife would also concentrate on seclusion for a period of time. At least they would have to pick up all the skills they had left behind. In the true sense,
Only when you regain your full strength can you feel more at ease.
"The world is so big that capable people can come out in large numbers."
This is Yu Weiran’s current state of mind.
"But for a battle of this level now...it doesn't hurt to take a look."
After confirming the strength of the Tracer, Yu Weiran regained his masterful demeanor.
The three of them continued walking forward.
After walking for a while, an empty and messy battle field came into view at the other end of the front.
It seems that this place was originally a dense forest, but a fierce battle between the two combatants transformed this landform into flat land.
The sword energy and the light of the sword pulverized all the woods in this area into powder, spreading a thick layer on the ground.
This fierce battle has obviously passed for some time, and large areas of blood have solidified.
On a tree stump, a figure in black with a pale face leaned against the tree stump. Well, no, it was a sword that went straight into his chest and nailed his entire body to the tree stump.
This person is not dead yet, but in this dense forest, with such an injury, he has no way to save himself. Even a human-level cultivator will definitely not survive for long, and he can only survive for a while.
Seeing the arrival of Feng Yin and the others, this person's nearly blurred eyes lit up slightly, and he faintly said: "Please... give me a good time."
The three of them approached.
Hu Lengyue suddenly shivered and said subconsciously: "It's so poisonous!"
Before, because the distance was still far and the man was dressed in black, it seemed that there were no other wounds except a sword blow to the chest. Now when he looked closer, he discovered that there were no less than a hundred scars all over the man's body.
, saying he was covered in bruises is not enough to describe it.
Moreover, many wounds are covered with dense ants and mosquitoes, as well as small insects such as centipede golden-winged bees...
Upon closer inspection, all the wounds on his body were covered with a viscous liquid like honey.
The person who nailed him to the tree obviously didn't want to kill him outright, but wanted him to endure torture a hundred times more miserable than death!
Eaten by all insects!
To be devoured by all insects was originally a very serious oath, and it was extremely difficult to realize it. However, at this moment, it actually became a reality in front of my eyes!
The honey paste on the wound has the ability to stop bleeding, which can prevent him from dying so quickly due to excessive blood loss. A sword is nailed to his chest, which is fixed to the tree stump and cannot be moved slightly, plus his hands and feet
All the muscles and veins were severed, and even if he tried to struggle, he was unable to do so.
Then let him stand there like this, watching helplessly as he was eaten up bit by bit by ants and insects!
At least his internal organs will be eaten and his energy and blood will be completely destroyed before he will die!
Probably based on this, the person who attacked not only deliberately preserved his eyes, but also did not attack his head. If Hu Lengyue's estimate was correct, the person who attacked him even fed the person before leaving. It was only after the wound medicine was taken away.
It makes you unable to even faint.
I can only watch myself being eaten.
What's more, the man in black's hands and feet are disabled, his body is covered with bruises, and he can't move. However, his internal injuries are not serious. With his level of cultivation and recovery power, he can last for a long time, even ten days and a half. If you can’t, die!
No wonder when this person saw the three of them, his first reaction was not to call for help, but to ask for a favor.
Now, it would be much happier for him to die happily than to be rescued.
Feng Yin shook his head. This man was so disabled that he was determined to die. Although he could save him, he didn't know the good or evil of the other party. Moreover, if he saw such vendetta methods, once he was tainted, there would be endless troubles. Feng Yin didn't want to do it anymore at this moment. Cause a little bit of unnecessary trouble.
With a soft clang sound, the steel sword was unsheathed, and Feng Yin said in a low voice: "My friend, I will give you a ride. I hope you have a safe journey to the Netherworld."
There was a glimmer of light in the man's painful eyes, and there was even a hint of a smile, and he said with difficulty: "Thank you."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
Feng Yin was about to swing his sword, but the sword's energy was already fierce and moving, and the flying insects on the man's body flew away with a loud bang.
And a large swarm of bees flew up from the man's body, and for some reason, something in the man's arms suddenly fell out.
A sign flashing with brilliant golden clouds fell into the dust.
That's... Juntianjian!?
This person is the Juntianjian killer, golden...gold medal!?
The knife that had been slashed by the wind seal suddenly stopped its movement.
"Jun Tian holds the gold medal?" Feng Yin asked in a deep voice.
The man tried his best to open his eyes: "...let's do it...let's do it."
Feng Yin sighed, sheathed his sword, stepped forward like lightning, and had already stuffed a pill into this man's mouth, and then he moved his cultivation to follow his heart, and the mellow spiritual energy of the Transformation Sutra condensed into his palm, and placed it on this man's shoulder. One shot.
With a bang, the strong spiritual power began to vibrate the man's body.
Puff puff……
Countless ants and insects that had penetrated into the flesh were immediately shaken out.
The man groaned and opened his eyes. His eyes were full of pain, mixed with deep surprise, and he looked at Feng Yin in disbelief. He obviously didn't understand why Feng Yin did this.
"The golden killer in Juntian's hands is worthy of my rescue."
"Can I still be saved?"
"Help!"
The man's eyes suddenly brightened up. In such a painful situation, he actually managed to show a smile and struggled to say: "I have been wandering around the rivers and lakes in this life, killing countless lives with high spirits. I have never believed in retribution. I only rely on the gold medal to dance." The steel knife; the knife that punishes rape and eliminates evil is stained with blood, and evil spirits cannot escape when they see it..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His eyes suddenly burst out with indescribable awe, and he said with full comfort: "Today I realized that the sky actually has eyes!"
Feng Yin, Yu Weiran and Hu Lengyue were all a little stunned and dumbfounded at this moment.
In fact, they had imagined countless possibilities, but they never thought that this guy could actually recite a poem at this time!
You really don’t take your own life seriously!
Or...has it become instinctive to recite the opening poem and show off?
Is now the time for you to show off your literary talent?!
But after thinking about it, Feng Yin suddenly felt that he understood what this man was feeling at the moment.
As Feng Yin understood some time ago, the killers of Jun Tianshou, in the name of killers, do things for heaven, punish evil and eliminate rape, and bring peace to the world.
Those who can win the gold medal in the Juntianjian killer promotion are not on the Juntianshou list. No matter who they are, they are the kind of people who are full of righteousness and justice.
That kind of true righteous man with a bright and righteous heart, a dignified manner, and a clear conscience is a true hero.
But for such people, due to the special nature of the Juntian Shou Killer, most of them work alone and fight independently.
Although I believe that I have been doing the right thing, except for the reward of Jun Tian's hand cutting off the mission target, the recognition and goodwill from other people is very little or even nonexistent.
After all, he is a killer.
Special cases like Wen Wen are because Wen Wen's own potential has the value of becoming a legend, so the secret guards will deliberately pay attention to it and protect it.
Others don't have such treatment.
Therefore, everyone's sense of loneliness and "loneliness in the world" mentality is almost the same.
Especially when you have completed some dangerous mission and are pursued by a huge force, and you have no one to rely on and can only deal with it alone, you have to rely on yourself to maintain everything... It is inevitable that there will be swings and losses.
For example, if the gold medal killer in front of you is being chased to death, has no one to help him, and is trapped in a desperate situation, he can only wait here quietly for death. It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no resentment at all.
I am committed to upholding justice for Heaven and trying my best to bring peace to the world, but when I encounter a sworn enemy and am trapped in a desperate situation, where is Heaven?
What kind of feedback has it given me in this world that I have devoted my life to bring peace to?
Everyone knows that reincarnation is easy in heaven, but it’s my turn, what’s so good about it?
It is precisely based on this mentality that at the last moment, the most desperate moment, a savior suddenly falls from the sky. At this time, the understanding of the way of heaven, the belief that good and evil will be rewarded, and the insistence that the path you insist on is absolutely correct...
It will be unprecedentedly popular!
God finally saw my efforts!
All these years of persistence have not been in vain!
The sky has eyes, this statement is true!
Putting himself in someone else's shoes, Feng Yin is naturally able to understand the other person's mentality.
Of course... I am really... speechless and admired that this guy can actually compose poetry at this time.
I couldn't help but give a thumbs up and say, "Brother, you have such a big heart!"
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With the help of Zhuang Weiran and his wife, the hidden dangers on this man's body were quickly cleaned up. Many small bugs had already penetrated into his skin, and most of the muscles on his body had been eaten away.
There were even insects in my stomach.
In this situation, that is, when encountering Feng Yin, any miracle doctor in this world would be helpless and watch this person die, feeling helpless.
Feng Yin used a pill mixed with the spiritual power of the Transformation Sutra to protect his vitality and stimulate the activity of his Dantian Yuan Gong. Then, the spiritual power of the Transformation Sutra circulated throughout his body and connected the meridians.
As for the little bugs that burrowed into the body... don't forget another wonderful function of the spiritual power of the Transformation Sutra. With the slightest contact, Jufan will be annihilated and integrated into the spiritual power of the Transformation Sutra, which in turn will help nourish the injured body.
No other doctor in the world can do this alone.
Zhuang Weiran and Hu Lengyue used their spirits as water, constantly washing their bodies, washing away all the honey from the wounds, and eliminating the possibility of the bugs gathering again.
During this process, this guy who was reciting poems just now had already completely passed out.
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[While writing this chapter, I suddenly felt a change in myself. In the previous books, many of the protagonists were 'going against the will of heaven'; but now, I don't dare to write like that anymore anyway... I really mean it.