The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

Not long after Ling Duan lost consciousness, the brilliance on his body flashed, and Li Mo left his body by himself, and slashed a sword energy into the void. A gap was opened, and a figure formed by the condensed mist escaped from the space gap with black light.

Seeing Ling Duan lying on the ground, the figure didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the mist on his body began to billow violently, and there were traces of white smoke evaporating from his body. The mouth shape of the figure seemed to be calling Ling Duan's name, because it was not his body Arrived, but could not make a sound.

Suspending in the air, Li Mo bent his sword humanly to express his respect to the figure, and then hurriedly flew in front of Ling Duan and slapped Ling Duan on the cheek with the sword, trying to wake him up.

"Didn't I tell the members of the Qi family to tell him not to use weapons rashly, or there would be a risk of breaking his soul?" The communication of Mo's sword spirit.

Li Mo twisted his body in the air, tapped the Qiankun ring on Ling Duan's hand with the tip of his sword, and motioned for the figure to investigate by himself.

The ring of Qiankun has been recognized by Ling Duan's dripping blood. Theoretically speaking, others cannot open it, but the figure penetrated his consciousness into the ring without any hindrance. Looking at the huge Buddha statue in the center of the ring, if Thoughtful.

"Ling Duan used you to cut off the Buddha statue? Why does he want this Buddha statue?" The figure once again transmitted a divine sense.

Li Mo danced up and down twice to express his affirmation of the figure, and then pointed the tip of his sword in the direction of Changsha City.

"I'll find a way to stabilize his soul first, and then I'll send you back to Changsha City later." The figure waved his mist-condensed arm, hung the sword spike on Li Mo's body, and then injected a thick wave into Ling Duan's body Mana brought Li Mo back to the dantian at the end of the mausoleum.

"Fortunately, I just used Li Mo to send out a sword energy, instead of directly using Li Mo to fight with people, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be out of my wits on the spot, and Da Luo Immortal will be hard to save." Human figure sighed in his heart, reached out and knocked Ling Duan rubbed his head carefully again, "It really doesn't let me worry."

It's a pity that Ling Duan is still in a coma and unable to respond.

After losing two hours of true energy in a row, the fog around the figure was a little unstable, and it seemed that it was difficult to maintain the human form, so he had to place the mausoleum in the black light, under the cover of the night, and under the guidance of Li Mo, he landed directly In the hidden place of Zhang Mansion.

"I'm leaving. If something happens to Lingduan, please notify me immediately. Don't let Lingduan use weapons until the critical moment!" The figure disintegrated into clouds of mist and surrounded Lingduan, and sent a divine sense to Li Mo, It slowly landed on Ling Duan's cheek and stayed for a moment before manipulating the black light to open the space crack and flash in.

Li Mo was in Lingduan's dantian, twisting the blade of his sword, and shot out a burst of spiritual power that directly stimulated the inner wall of Lingduan's dantian. After a while, Lingduan woke up slowly.

"Huh? Where is this?" Ling Duan supported the wall and walked back and forth a few steps before he vaguely recognized that he should be in Zhang's residence.

"Is anyone there?" Ling Duan shouted loudly, and a group of soldiers with live ammunition ran over from the corner immediately.

Ling Duan took a closer look and found that it was Adjutant Zhang who took the lead.

"Baye? How did you come in? How did you make it look like this?" Seeing that Ling Duan's clothes were torn and his face was covered with a lot of mud, the adjutant hurried up to help him.

"Oh, don't worry about me for now. I've finished what the military lord told me to do. Hurry up and send away all the soldiers." Ling Duan had a splitting headache, but he didn't want to show his cowardice in front of others, so he endured it.

"Yes, Lord Ba." Seeing that the situation in Lingduan was not right, the adjutant immediately found an excuse to send away the soldiers, and went into the house to report to Zhang Qishan.

Lingduan breathed out, resisted the headache, and set up a simple concealment formation. In less than a breath, he took out the Buddha statue from the Qiankun ring and placed it in the center of the yard, and waved his hand to recall it. The array equipment, just sat down on the ground, completely unable to get up.

"Old Ba, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Qishan was still wearing pajamas, and ran out of the bedroom in a hurry when he heard the adjutant's report.

The adjutant who came out afterward was shocked by the huge Buddha statue in front of him, my dear, just now he clearly saw that Ba Ye was alone in the yard, and in just a few minutes, he conjured up such a big Buddha statue Put it in the yard, it is really a god.

He has followed the chief for many years, and he has seen many miracles passed down by word of mouth. After careful scrutiny, it is nothing more than rumors. A Buddha statue, this city of Changsha is full of strange people, the adjutant couldn't help but swallowed.

Ling Duan had no time to receive the adjutant's admiring eyes, and he had no time to answer Zhang Qishan's question, because the spiritual power in his body that had been calm just now started to become chaotic again, all the meridians in his body were impacted by the spiritual power, and he was in severe pain.

"Old Ba, can you hear me?" Zhang Qishan looked at the little fortune teller in distress, and for the first time felt a sense of powerlessness. He was a warlord of a separatist regime, holding tens of thousands of well-equipped soldiers in his hands. Ma, even the so-called uphill has to give him three points. He has extraordinary skills. Since he became an adult, few people can surpass him in boxing and kicking. He thinks that he has enough ability to protect all the people he wants to protect. But when he saw the little fortune-telling breath leaning against his arms weakly, he began to doubt whether he was really capable of protecting the person he wanted to protect as he thought.

"Adjutant, go and ask Master Jiu to come over." Zhang Qishan didn't care about his appearance, and with a strong hand, he hugged the mausoleum sideways and walked straight to his bedroom.

Zhang Qishan waved away the housekeeper who came up to help, stripped off Ling Duan's clothes by himself, and took a few towels to wipe off the dirt and dust on Ling Duan's body before stuffing Ling Duan into the quilt he had just slept on. It's only been a few minutes since I left, and the heat in the quilt hasn't dissipated yet, just in time to warm Ling Duan's body.

Ling Duan's consciousness was still intact, Zhang Qishan knew everything he had done, but he was busy sorting out the scattered spiritual power in his body and couldn't spare his mind to deal with Zhang Qishan, so he pretended to be unconscious.

This will cause the spiritual power to calm down, Ling Duan didn't want Zhang Qishan to worry, so he opened his eyes, "Master Jun, I'm fine, just come up and give me a hug."

Without saying a word, Zhang Qishan took off his upper body clothes, got into the quilt from the other side with his upper body naked, and tightly wrapped Lingduan in his arms with his two arms.

Ling Duan manipulated the newly infused spiritual power to comb his body slowly, and healed himself by running his mind. He was motionless and breathing steadily, as if he was asleep.