Fellow Daoist, do you want to see a doctor?

Sensing Si Jichen's gaze, the corner of the mouth of the man in black not far away twitched, and the person behind him immediately disappeared and killed him quietly.

All this, only Si Jichen noticed, he didn't mean to remind the other immortal disciples, but the hand around Wei Yang's waist tightened a bit.

Suddenly, blood spattered everywhere, and caught off guard, several disciples of the immortal sect fell into a pool of blood and were killed with a single blow. Black air lingered on the corpse, devouring his soul.

Wei Yang was startled, and suddenly had an idea, while his spiritual power was running, he pinched Fa Jue, and saw heavy rain suddenly falling in the sky.

The raindrops fell, outlining the invisible figure of the demon clan. Si Jichen shook his hand holding the sword. Wei Yang didn't see how he made the move, but felt the sharp and murderous sword glow flashing past. The coercion was overwhelming, followed by muffled groans, and the invisible demons all appeared and fell to the ground, with bright red blood flowing from their necks, and the ground was dyed blood red, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or rain.

Suddenly, a long black sword pierced through the air and struck Wei Yang's face with black energy lingering all over his body, full of murderous aura!

Wei Yang wanted to escape, but wisps of black mist emerged from the ground and condensed into threads, like tree roots. His feet were tightly bound and he couldn't move. His cultivation can only be in vain.

Just when he was panicking, he was hugged into a cold and safe embrace, with a familiar smell lingering at the tip of his nose, it was Si Jichen!

He raised his head suddenly, but even his left shoulder was gurgling blood.

His eyes were hot, but he didn't have time to think too much, so he quickly condensed the spiritual energy needle to give him an injection. The wound recovered quickly under the repair of the spiritual energy, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, holding back the sourness in his heart and urgently asked: "Are you okay?" ?!"

Si Jichen shook his head, during the time when Wei Yangwei applied the needles to him, he had already broken the bondage of the black mist line, and flew up into the air with his arms around him, and the sword in his hand continued to slash towards the east!

The towering trees fell one by one, and the ground was cracked one after another, under this kind of carpet-like destruction.Finally, a black figure appeared, surrounded by black mist, like light smoke, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Magic Wu Ling." Si Jichen's face was as cold as ice, with a murderous look on his face.

Moshuai Wuling, whose main body is formed of poisonous mist, has countless clones, comes with the wind, and disperses when the wind passes through the mist, making it the most difficult to entangle.

Moshuai Wuling had a strange smile on his mouth, his body gradually faded, and a gust of wind blew by, disappearing like smoke...

With his disappearance, the people of the demon race receded like the tide, the rain had stopped, leaving only the muddy and messy corpses on the ground.

The disciples of Xianmen breathed a sigh of relief and began to rectify. Wei Yang applied acupuncture to them one by one. At this time, they had no intention of taking Weiyang's acupuncture.

With such a tough person protecting him, they dare not die!

Wei Yang suddenly remembered at this moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed: "Where's Luo Qingfeng?!"

If there is no body on the ground, where is he? !

Everyone looked at each other, there was chaos just now, who is in the mood to pay attention to an insignificant person?

"I'm here." Luo Qingfeng walked out from the woods to the west, holding a shining gem in his hand.

That gem faintly attracts the aura of heaven and earth, which is very extraordinary.Si Jichen glanced lightly, his eyes deep.

Luo Qingfeng walked to Wei Yang's side with a smile, and said with a smile: "I was dealing with the corpses of the demons just now, and I found this star stone from a demon's meson bag. It’s just right to make your golden needles, thinking that today is your birthday, and you have just mastered acupuncture, so I want to refine a set of golden needles for you as a gift.”

"Too precious!" Wei Yang shook his head and was about to refuse, but was interrupted by Luo Qingfeng.

"Last time I lost your silver needle impulsively, you can take it as my apology."

"That's just an ordinary silver needle..."

Before Wei Yang said he wanted to buy it, Luo Qingfeng interrupted: "That's the decision, I will give it to you after I refine it in a few days."

To evade any more would seem affectionate, so Wei Yang could only nod his head.

Satisfied, Luo Qingfeng turned and walked away, but at the moment of turning around, there was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, and he glanced at Si Jichen who was still guarding Wei Yang from the corner of his eyes, and then became firm again.

Suddenly, a white figure descended from the air, wearing a white robe with purple borders, silver hair fluttering in the wind, but a face in his twenties, elegant like an exile.It is Shu Ling, the elder of Xianmen who is in charge of all matters!

"Meet Elder Shu Ling!"

Elder Shu Ling nodded, and said, "I sensed movement here, so I rushed over immediately. I am very pleased to see that you have repelled the vanguard of the demon clan. When you return to the fairy gate, you will definitely be rewarded."

Except for Si Jichen and Wei Yang who were calm, everyone else was blushing with excitement.

Elder Shuling, the number one expert in the immortal sect, was recognized as the number one genius in the entire cultivation world before Si Jichen appeared!To get his approval, for the outer disciples of the Immortal Sect, that is more exciting than taking a panacea!

But Elder Shu Ling's next words made them unable to get excited.

"The demons lead the army approaching step by step, but our reinforcements have not yet arrived. We decided to send a surprise team to sneak into the rear of the demons and make a surprise attack, causing chaos so that our actions can be facilitated."

Speaking here, Elder Shu Ling paused, as if hesitating, before saying again after a long while: "Just now I see that your strength is good, and you are fully qualified for this mission. The matter is of great importance, and you must set off immediately."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their bodies couldn't help shaking, Elder Shu Ling asked them to die, how could they not be afraid?

Si Jichen ignored him, but Liao Chengfeng, as one of the team leaders, had no choice but to take a step forward, saluted and agreed: "Yes."

Elder Shu Ling nodded with satisfaction: "You take a detour, and you must reach the Devil Prison Mountain within three days."

After he finished speaking, he left, leaving only a dozen people standing there silently, their faces ashen.

The Devil's Prison Mountain is millions of miles away, and if you want to reach it within three days, you must fly with a sword. Isn't this an obvious way to make them a target? !

"Let's go." Si Jichen embraced Wei Yang, took the lead in flying into the sky, and disappeared into the sky as a sword glow.

Liao Chengfeng sighed helplessly, and led the crowd to chase after him.

Yu Jian flew very fast. In just two days, they arrived at the Devil's Prison Mountain. On the way, they never encountered any attacks. Everything was so weird.

Everyone took a rest at the foot of the mountain, and waited until night to turn over the Demon Prison Mountain, where was the rear of the demon army.

The setting sun shone like golden light on the earth. Wei Yang sat on a big rock and watched quietly, while Si Jichen sat beside him, his eyes never left him from the beginning to the end, deep and focused.

Without any words, each other's minds are connected, and they have already understood each other's minds. The faint happiness and satisfaction linger around, making the onlookers extremely envious.

Regardless of whether the trip ends up being life or death, they will be together.Born with the same quilt, and died with the same acupuncture point.

"Wei Yang."

When Wei Yang turned his head, it was Luo Qingfeng who signaled him to go over, and had something to say to him alone.

"I'll go over there."

The moment he got up and was about to leave, Si Jichen felt an ominous omen, and suddenly grabbed Wei Yang's hand: "Don't go."

Wei Yang was taken aback, thinking that he just didn't like him being alone with others, so he smiled comfortingly: "Luo Qingfeng and I have known each other for many years, we are best friends, it's nothing, you wait for me here."

Si Jichen frowned, watching the two of them leave until dusk fell, the full moon hung in the sky, and the whole earth was covered with a layer of silver gauze, Wei Yang still did not come back.

"Little uncle, we are ready to act." Liao Chengfeng walked up to Si Jichen and said respectfully.

Si Jichen ignored him, and in the blink of an eye, his figure flashed a few distances away, heading in the direction where Wei Yang left just now.

That's not what they said in advance.Liao Chengfeng wanted to speak, but Si Jichen was no longer in sight.

"Senior Brother Liao, this..." All the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay.

Si Jichen's strength and Wei Yang's treatment are what they rely on for this trip.Without these two people, they would surely die if they acted rashly.

Liao Chengfeng gritted his teeth: "Follow him!"

On the other side, Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes, shook his heavy head, and wanted to rub his temples with his hands, only to realize that he was tied up, because of his struggle, the rope that bound him was getting tighter and tighter. The tighter it was, the faint pain came, which made his drowsy head regain a little clarity.

Looking around, all he could see were stone walls. Around him, there were six stone pillars. Some strange patterns were carved on the stone pillars. A circle of blood-colored liquid connected the six stone pillars together to form a huge circle. The blood-colored liquid Under the moonlight, it shimmers like a stream of water, refracting a strange red light.

This is an ancient altar, and his position is right in the middle of the altar. He is like a sacrificial offering, with no power to resist.

Suddenly there was a "bang", a corner of the stone wall opened, and Luo Qingfeng walked towards Wei Yang slowly with a brocade box in his hand.

"This is the golden needle that I promised you. There is no debt between you and me." As he said, he stuffed Wei Yang's arms, raised his eyes and looked at him, his voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "You Don't worry, their target is Si Jichen, the lord of the Heavenly Soul Sect has promised me that as long as Si Jichen is brought here, he will let you go."

What he didn't tell him was that these people were very interested in Wei Yang's acupuncture treatment, and they would not be willing to let him die before they got it.

Wei Yang closed his eyes, opened them again after a long time, stared fixedly at Luo Qingfeng and asked, "Why?"

There was deep sadness in the hoarse voice, more anger at the betrayal of a friend.

Luo Qingfeng turned his head away from looking at him: "Back then, I worked so hard to pass the test and enter the immortal sect. Although I was only an outer disciple, I was still very excited when I thought of embarking on the immortal journey from now on."

"However, the reality is so cruel. Outer sect disciples, to put it bluntly, are just handymen. I am not reconciled, but aptitude is innate. Which one can change a person's aptitude is not a genius? Maybe you can get it, no matter how unwilling you are, you can only endure it."

"Endure the indifference of the high-level officials of the immortal sect, endure the shouting and shouting from the stewards of the outer sect, and endure the humiliation of the disciples of the inner sect."

"But I don't believe in fate, I'm not reconciled. I practice alchemy hard and strive for more resources, but it still doesn't have much effect."

Speaking of this, Luo Qingfeng turned his head and stared at Wei Yang with piercing eyes, his eyes were burning with jealousy: "You are the same, you have always wanted to find another way to treat cultivators with acupuncture and moxibustion, which is a mortal cure. This is a whimsical idea. , however, you succeeded."

"You have won the favor of my little uncle, coupled with the unique acupuncture method, as long as you can go back alive from this trip, you will definitely be famous in the cultivation world."

"But why? Why can you get all this easily? Why can people who have no special skills and have been relying on my care to get by can climb on my head?! Why do all the good things come to me? on your head?"

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!" Luo Qingfeng's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, with a ferocious expression on his face.

After a long time, he calmed down again, and his voice was extremely indifferent: "Now, someone gave me this opportunity. As long as I succeed, everything will be different. Immortality, aspiration to the pinnacle of the cultivation world, all of this will be the same. accomplish!"

After Wei Yang listened to his words quietly, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So what if you got it? It's just a sad and ridiculous fool."