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Jiao lowered his eyes, the sword in the ant's hand was stuck in his chest, but at this moment only the hilt was exposed.

The sword ear was wetted by the sprayed bright red liquid, because the swing of the movement was too large, and the breeze blew past, and the sword ear was wet and stuck to the scales.

Was it stabbed by this ants?

The sword that rushed straight at it just now, pierced its life gate?

But obviously before that, the blow it slammed on the ant was enough to throw the ant from here to a distant hill, and it was enough to smash him to pieces a few times. Why didn't the ant move at all, but used The sword pierced it?

Did it miss that one hit?

why! ?

But Jiaolong has no time to find out the truth. Even if he was stabbed at the gate of life, he couldn't resist it. His huge eyes slowly drooped. Piece of towering ancient trees.

Wu Tang was also on the spot stunned by this series of events, he rushed towards Jiaolong with the determination to die, but unexpectedly Jiaolong neither attacked him nor dodged, allowing him to stab his sword into the gate of life.

So he survived?

His strong body lost strength almost instantly, making him unable to stand upright. The concealment talisman attached to his body had already been torn off when he was attracting the dragon, and he didn't know where the storage bag fell on the road when he was escaping. He didn't have the spiritual energy to find it again return.

In other words, there is nothing on his body to protect his life at this time, only a newly promoted Nascent Soul body with exhausted spiritual energy, the surrounding monsters attracted by the movement of the dragon falling down the mountain, and the black and black Jie cloud.

Just out of the tiger's mouth and into the snake's lair, Wutang Fangjue's hope for the rest of his life after the catastrophe was extinguished in the blink of an eye, not even a spark appeared.

Like a plucked chicken falling into a pack of wolves, Wu Tang holds his sword in front of him. How long he can survive, whether he is struck to death by lightning or eaten by monsters, all depends on God's will.

Wu Tang sat on the spot with his sword in his arms, the monsters and beasts were afraid of the sword in Wu Tang's hand and the thunder calamity that fell at an unknown time, so they didn't dare to go forward for a while.

As far as they are concerned, the Wutang in front of them is a duck with a full mouth, and the newly born monk Yuanying is a great supplement to the monsters.

If Wu Tang survived the thunder disaster, Yuan Ying would be promoted to a higher level.If it is directly killed by the thunder robbery, although the effectiveness will be reduced, it is still a rare treasure.

What they should be worried about is the same kind who are also eyeing them.

Wu Tang leaned on the sword to support his back, the blood from the sword tip pooled into puddles on the ground, and in front of him were the corpses of monsters who couldn't stop attacking him and were chopped off by him.

His eyelids kept closing slightly, and the exhausted meridians made him feel like he was being burned, making him almost unconscious.

When the same family conceived a baby, there was a senior master who protected the Dharma. There was a steady stream of spiritual energy in the spiritual veins for the Yuanying to absorb, and there were pills to supplement it. There was also a magic weapon to protect the body during a thunder disaster.

But at this time, not only did he have nothing but the magic weapon, but he was also troubled by external and internal difficulties.

If it wasn't for the pain in his body and the greedy eyes of the surrounding monsters that made him cheer up, he would have fallen asleep by now.

Maybe it's a good thing to just pass out, at least you won't feel pain when you're struck by lightning or bitten.

Wu Tang forcibly opened his closed eyelids again, and a thought popped up in his heart—why didn't he let himself pass out, what was he waiting for?

No one would come to rescue him, the younger brother had already listened to his words and left, Yu Ji was still in a coma, and no one else knew he was here.

Perhaps he should have been killed by the dragon just now, and it was better than being struck by lightning until he was dying and then being eaten by monsters.

The only regret is that these two dragon eggs are still hanging on his chest.

The aura of the dragon egg is hard to hide, and many monsters have already stared at his chest.

I don't know what it's like to be a father for the first time, but I want to let them accompany me to my death. After I go to hell, I will be dragged down and dragged down by them for being useless.

Wu Tang held the dragon eggs tightly, the only good thing is that they haven't hatched yet, and maybe they won't feel the pain.

Right now, just faint...

This thought came to Wu Tang's mind, his eyelids were half closed, and an illusory scene in front of him was vaguely reflected on the inside of his eyelids——

The group of monsters in the distance were thrown high, over the forest leaves and birds, and landed on the ground with a bang, stirring up fallen leaves to fly.

In the silence, the silence was shocking, like a gorgeous curtain call, and it seemed like someone was making a joke. This scene was so illusory that Wu Tang almost thought it was a hallucination.

The group of monsters landed on the ground, as if they were thrown heavily on the ground by some strange force, and they were all crushed into meatloaf.

It didn't even have time to groan, so that the tragic situation of the monsters in the rear didn't arouse the attention of the monsters in front at all, and the monster force made a bloody path as if no one was around. It was a one-sided massacre.

Until the unknown figure got closer and closer to Wu Tang on the path he had cleared, and the figure gradually became clearer, Wu Tang finally closed his eyes in peace.

I don't know if the thunder calamity landed on him, or how long he had been in a coma. When Wu Tang opened his eyes again, there was a soft and thick bedding under his body, and the gauze curtain in front of him was slightly shaking by the breeze.

"Where is this?" Wutang's dry voice came from his throat.

"At the foot of Mang Mountain..." Qingyue's voice rang in Wu Tang's ears, "This is an inn just for monks."