Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

After more than half a month of rest, the Wolf Smoke Sect and the reinforcements from other places had already prepared their weapons and horses, and their fighting spirit was boiling.

Therefore, after hearing Lang Lang's order, these cultivators immediately split into three groups and attacked Fengqi Mountain from three different directions.

This time, they must give the Immortal Demon Gate a devastating blow!

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At the same time, on the other hand, there was a sense of despair in the Immortal Demon Gate.

They have been trapped here for nearly two months. During these two months, they have sent out several secret messages for help, but because Lang Lang has set up a barrier around Fengqi Mountain, they have been unable to contact Chen Tian.

In addition, Lang Lang would send a team of people to harass them every once in a while, which made their nerves always in a state of high alert.

Over time, the morale and physical strength of everyone in the Immortal Demon Gate had dropped to the bottom.

"Cough cough… … Cough cough cough cough… …"

At this moment, a violent cough suddenly came from the main altar of the Immortal Demon Gate, the sound was full of pain and discomfort.

Looking inside, it was found that Old Ancestor Motian was lying on a stone bed, his face was pale, his chest heaving violently, and those painful coughs came from his mouth.

"Oh, honestly, you've lived for so many years, how could you let a junior in the early stage of the Huaquan realm sneak attack your vitals? Now you're in trouble, your old life is almost gone."

Beside Old Ancestor Motian, Han Wuming was rubbing his back while complaining incessantly, but from time to time, he would cough slightly, but every time this happened, he would cover his lips with his hand and try to suppress the cough as much as possible.

However, how could his little actions be hidden from Old Ancestor Motian? After Old Ancestor Motian recovered slightly, he gasped for breath and said disdainfully: "You're talking about me, aren't you the same? You're only in the late stage of the Huaquan realm, and you want to sneak attack that Lang Lang. He is in the middle stage of the Ninghai realm. In terms of strength, he is hundreds of times stronger than you! It's like hitting a stone with an egg, seeking your own death! Now you're in trouble, you were counterattacked by him, and you must be seriously injured. Don't try to hold on!"

"Hey, Old Demon, what you said is too unkind, right? Don't you think about it, the reason why I took the initiative to provoke that Lang Lang was to save you? Without me, you would have died thousands of times! You're biting Lü Dongbin, you don't know a good person's heart!" Seemingly angered by Old Ancestor Motian's words, Han Wuming's face darkened and he said angrily.

"Hmph, who wants you to save me? Don't you weigh yourself, with your little ability, once you fail, you will surely die! Remember, next time you encounter this kind of thing, just stay aside obediently, I don't need you to save me!" Old Ancestor Motian's face became even paler, but he still said stubbornly.

"Hehe, Old Demon, you can't control me on this point. You are an elder, and I am also an elder. Under the sect master, our status is the same, so I want to save you, I want to save you, what can you do to me?" Han Wuming regained his old cunning look and provoked Old Ancestor Motian with a hippie smile.

"You… … You're trying to anger me to death… … Cough cough… … Cough cough cough cough… …" Seeing Han Wuming's cynical appearance, Old Ancestor Motian wanted to continue to refute, but at this moment, the injuries in his body flared up again, causing him to cough repeatedly and be in great pain… …

"Sister Qin, why are these two people so strange? Why can't I understand what they are saying?"

Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian didn't expect that while they were arguing, Qin Yi and Su Yingxue had already quietly arrived outside their door and eavesdropped here for a long time.

It's just that after listening for a long time, Su Yingxue became more and more confused. She really couldn't understand why these two people were so tit-for-tat?

However, after hearing Qin Yi's words, a bitter smile couldn't help but appear on her charming face. With her intelligence and wisdom, she had already discovered that although Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian seemed to be arguing, their original intention was to think about each other.

Old Ancestor Motian didn't want Han Wuming to save him because he was worried that Han Wuming's cultivation was not enough and he might be injured by Lang Lang. And the reason why Han Wuming tried his best to object was that he didn't want to watch Old Ancestor Motian die from exhaustion.

These two old guys are actually two proud old men. They are worried about each other in their hearts, but they don't say it clearly because of face, which has evolved into this extremely strange quarrel.

"Okay, Yingxue, let's go in."

After sighing again, Qin Yi greeted Su Yingxue, and then the two of them pushed open the door and walked into the room.

"Miss Qin, why are you here?"

Seeing Qin Yi walking in, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian immediately stopped confronting each other, their faces changed, and they hurriedly got up to greet her.

"Senior Motian, please lie down quickly. You are injured and should not move too much."

Seeing Old Ancestor Motian wanting to get up from the bed, Qin Yi quickened her pace and pressed him back down.

"Look at me… … Alas… …" Old Ancestor Motian sighed, his tone helpless: "When the sect master left, he repeatedly told me to take good care of Miss Qin, but now it has become like this, I… … I'm sorry to the sect master!"

Su Yingxue had been with Qin Yi for a long time, and their relationship had become so good that they called each other sisters, so although Qin Yi didn't say it clearly, Su Yingxue immediately understood. She hurriedly took out an exquisite red jade bottle from her waist and handed it to Qin Yi.

Qin Yi took the jade bottle and handed it to Old Ancestor Motian, saying: "Here are some Xuan-level elixirs that I have refined in the past few years. Knowing that Senior Motian has been injured these days, I specially brought them here for you to take. I hope Senior Motian can accept them."

"This is absolutely impossible!" Old Ancestor Motian hurriedly waved his hand after hearing this: "Miss Qin, aren't you killing this old man?"