Cultivation of Immortality

While searching for Wu Xia's figure, Lang Xing listened to the numerous arguments and curses, and finally figured out why this battlefield was so chaotic.

He didn't want to help any of the four parties involved in the war. To be precise, he couldn't help.

After circling the battlefield for more than half a circle, he finally found Wu Xia, who was fighting hard with two opponents in the sky. The two opponents were two men wearing Beihai costumes. One was middle-aged, thin and with a sinister look, and the other was. One is a handsome young man who can be seen as a monster that has transformed into a human form.

The black hookah stirred by the handsome young man floated around Wuxia like a black python, while the middle-aged man used an ordinary-grade Lingbao Flying Sword. Both of them were in the late Nascent Soul stage, so Wuxia was In the situation of one against two, although the opponent could still cope with it with the help of treasures, it was more defensive than offensive. The fair and pretty face turned crimson, showing that the spiritual energy was consumed a lot.

"There are countless rare treasures in the North Sea, and there are many human races living there. I guarantee that after you go there, you will never want to come back." The handsome young man said with an evil look on his face, and even turned the hookah into a Indecent shape.

Lang Xing, who was approaching, was about to attack with a red spear. After hearing this, he immediately changed the whiteboard.

The two great monks from Beihai noticed Lang Xing's approach. A mid-stage Nascent Soul monk posed no threat to them. They just wondered why the boy used a magic weapon to cover his face.

"Hurry up and help others!" Of course Wu Xia couldn't recognize Lang Xing, but at the moment there was a shortage of manpower, she could hold on for a while, and she didn't want this person to come and die in vain. There were many people in Pu Yunzhou who were obsessed with her beauty, so she put Lang Xing Dang has become an infatuated person who will risk his life to protect the flowers.

Before she finished speaking, a vague white shadow floated over quickly. When the young man realized that something was wrong, it was already too late. In the critical situation, he could only gather the protective light to resist this attack, but this time It was too late, Bai Ying pounced on its body-protecting divine light at a speed that frightened it. After a small flash of brilliance, it passed through the body-protecting divine light and crashed into its body.

With a shrill scream, he was beaten until his original shape was revealed. This was a water beast with a length of more than ten feet, with sharp claws on its forelimbs and fins on its hind legs. Amid the harsh whine, it struggled towards the distance. As he ran away, the black water mist rolled outside him, and its power was still very scary. ??

This sudden change shocked the middle-aged monk and Wu Xia. The two of them reacted almost at the same time. The middle-aged man fled in panic, while Wu Xia used a white light to catch up with the injured man. The monster killed it neatly, and when she wanted to take its inner elixir, her body was suddenly imprisoned, which shocked her again, and her pretty crimson face suddenly turned pale in fear.

Lang Xing grabbed her arm and flew away quickly while saying spiritually, "It's me, let's get out of here first."

"Lang..." Before the word Xing could be spoken, her throat was sealed by spiritual power. Knowing that this person was Lang Xing, she immediately relaxed, and the fear in her heart turned into ecstasy.

Lang Xing retrieved the Sky-pecking Eagle. After leaving the battlefield, Lang Xing only released the ban on her cultivation, but did not take back the God Binding Art that imprisoned her.

He said with his spiritual thoughts, "Don't go back. We have already sent away the two great monks. You have done your best in this battle."

"I have to save my fellow disciples!" Wuxia said anxiously.

Lang Xing continued to use her spiritual thoughts to say, "It's hard for you to even protect yourself. Killing a big demon cultivator will do nothing for you."

His contribution to the war is great enough. "

"But..." There was a look of pleading in Wu Xia's anxious eyes.

"If you must go back, I won't stop you, but I can only save you this time. Think about it for yourself. If you die on the battlefield like this, will you be willing to do so?"

Wuxia said bitterly, "What else can we do? The master is in trouble, and the only option is to fight with death."

"When the Qingyuan Sect was besieged by monsters, Shen Qing fought for the sect until she was seriously injured, and then let it go. She was luckier and finally saved her cultivation. If I want her to make a choice again now, she will definitely not I didn’t leave until the battle was so miserable. Of course, people are different. If you have a deep relationship with your fellow disciples, I won’t force you, but I have done my best to help you in this battle. I have reason not to let you go. When you go back, think of it as giving you a chance to think calmly. Whether to do your best or fight to the end. You must make up your mind in advance so that your heart will not waver in critical moments. Otherwise, you will only lose your life early. ”

Since Lang Xing said that he would not let her go immediately, Wu Xing knew that it was useless to worry. The calmness in Lang Xing's mind made her give up the idea of ​​continuing to plead, and she lowered her eyes and silently pondered what Lang Xing said. if. In fact, since the massive invasion of monsters, she has fallen into the fear of death. After several battles, the fear has become deeper and deeper. She doesn't know how long she can hold on, and she doesn't even dare to think about this problem seriously. , rather than saying that Langxing gave her a chance to think calmly, it was better to say that it gave her a chance to face it head-on.

After a long time, there was a hint of weakness in the eyes of this arrogant fairy. She looked at Lang Xing and said, "Can you take me away?"

"Huh?" This request was a bit unexpected by Lang Xing. He grinned and said, "I have to go back to Nanjingzhou soon. Is it inconvenient for you to go there?"

"I'm teasing you, I'll scare you." The weakness in Wu Xian's eyes disappeared immediately. She did not have the courage to abandon her teacher. If Lang Xing could agree happily, it would mean that both of them would be happy. She knew that she would go with Lang Xing, but Lang Xing obviously didn't mean to make any promise.

A love affair was missed.

Of course Langxing understood what Wuxia wanted, but he couldn't give it, and it might be a matter of life and death for Wuxia, which made him feel heavy and entangled.

"How about... you come with me first, leave this dangerous place for the time being, and then make a decision after you really think about it." Lang Xing wanted to make a remedy, and it was important to help her get out of the dangerous place first.

"No need, I've thought about it." Wuxia's expression returned to its former arrogance.

Langxing knew that he had caused harm to others, so he put away the magic power of Shamao, looked at Wuxia with sincere eyes and said, "I'm really afraid that you will have a lot of inconvenience when you get to Nanjingzhou, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to take good care of you. If you don’t have a better place to go, then come with me first, at least I can ensure you a peaceful place to practice.”

There was some sincerity in Wu Xia's eyes, but her expression was a little sad, "No need really, thank you Lang Xing, I can't let go of Master, I can't let go of Yin Yang Palace. If I leave like this, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life. "

Lang Xing frowned. He knew that if he took her away by force, Wuxia would not blame him, but he would be in big trouble in the future. If he did that, Wuxia would definitely misunderstand him. He was a great monk, wasn't he? A little girl who can be coaxed casually, he can't give people what they want. If he insists on making people bear the guilt of abandoning his master, he can't bear this responsibility. While searching for Wu Xia's figure, Lang Xing listened to the numerous arguments and curses, and finally figured out why this battlefield was so chaotic.

He didn't want to help any of the four parties involved in the war, or to be precise, he couldn't help.

After circling the battlefield for more than half a circle, he finally found Wu Xia, who was fighting hard with two opponents in the sky. The two opponents were two men wearing Beihai costumes. One was middle-aged, thin and with a sinister look, and the other was. One is a handsome young man who can be seen as a monster that has transformed into a human form.

The black hookah stirred by the handsome young man floated around Wuxia like a black python, while the middle-aged man used an ordinary-grade Lingbao Flying Sword. Both of them were in the late Nascent Soul stage, so Wuxia was In the situation of one against two, although the opponent could still cope with it with the help of treasures, it was more defensive than offensive. The fair and pretty face turned crimson, showing that the spiritual energy was consumed a lot.

"There are countless rare treasures in the North Sea, and there are many human races living there. I guarantee that after you go there, you will never want to come back." The handsome young man said with an evil look on his face, and even turned the hookah into a Indecent shape.

Lang Xing, who was approaching, was about to attack with a red spear. After hearing this, he immediately changed the whiteboard.

The two great monks from Beihai noticed Lang Xing's approach. A mid-stage Nascent Soul monk posed no threat to them. They just wondered why the boy used a magic weapon to cover his face. .??.

"Hurry up and help others!" Of course Wu Xia couldn't recognize Lang Xing, but at the moment there was a shortage of manpower, she could hold on for a while, and she didn't want this person to come and die in vain. There were many people in Pu Yunzhou who were obsessed with her beauty, so she put Lang Xing Dang became an infatuated person who would risk his life to protect the flowers.

Before she finished speaking, a vague white shadow floated over quickly. When the young man realized that something was wrong, it was already too late. In the critical situation, he could only gather the protective light to resist this attack, but this time It was too late, Bai Ying pounced on its body-protecting divine light at a speed that frightened it. After a small flash of brilliance, it passed through the body-protecting divine light and crashed into its body.

With a shrill scream, he was beaten until his original shape was revealed. This was a water beast with a length of more than ten feet, with sharp claws on its forelimbs and fins on its hind legs. Amid the harsh whine, it struggled towards the distance. As he ran away, the black water mist rolled outside him, and its power was still very scary.

This sudden change shocked the middle-aged monk and Wu Xia. The two of them reacted almost at the same time. The middle-aged man fled in panic, while Wu Xia used a white light to catch up with the injured man. The monster killed it neatly, and when she wanted to take its inner elixir, her body was suddenly imprisoned, which shocked her again, and her pretty crimson face suddenly turned pale in fear.

Lang Xing grabbed her arm and flew away quickly while saying spiritually, "It's me, let's get out of here first."

"Lang..." Before the word Xing could be spoken, her throat was sealed by spiritual power. Knowing that this person was Lang Xing, she immediately relaxed, and the fear in her heart turned into ecstasy.

Lang Xing retrieved the Sky-pecking Eagle. After leaving the battlefield, Lang Xing only released the ban on her cultivation, but did not take back the God Binding Art that imprisoned her.

He said with his spiritual thoughts, "Don't go back. We have already sent away the two great monks. You have done your best in this battle."

"I have to save my fellow disciples!" Wuxia said anxiously.

Lang Xing continued to use her spiritual thoughts to say, "It's hard for you to even protect yourself. Killing a big demon cultivator will do nothing for you."

His contribution to the war is great enough. "

"But..." There was a look of pleading in Wu Xia's anxious eyes.

"If you must go back, I won't stop you, but I can only save you this time. Think about it for yourself. If you die on the battlefield like this, will you be willing to do so?"

Wuxia said bitterly, "What else can we do? The master is in trouble, and the only option is to fight with death."

"When the Qingyuan Sect was besieged by monsters, Shen Qing fought for the sect until she was seriously injured, and then let it go. She was luckier and finally saved her cultivation. If I want her to make a choice again now, she will definitely not I didn’t leave until the battle was so miserable. Of course, people are different. If you have a deep relationship with your fellow disciples, I won’t force you, but I have done my best to help you in this battle. I have reason not to let you go. When you go back, think of it as giving you a chance to think calmly. Whether to do your best or fight to the end. You must make up your mind in advance so that your heart will not waver in critical moments. Otherwise, you will only lose your life early. ”

Since Lang Xing said that he would not let her go immediately, Wu Xing knew that it was useless to worry. The calmness in Lang Xing's mind made her give up the idea of ​​continuing to plead, and she lowered her eyes and silently pondered what Lang Xing said. if. In fact, since the massive invasion of monsters, she has fallen into the fear of death. After several battles, the fear has become deeper and deeper. She doesn't know how long she can hold on, and she doesn't even dare to think about this problem seriously. , rather than saying that Langxing gave her a chance to think calmly, it was better to say that it gave her a chance to face it head-on.

After a long time, there was a hint of weakness in the eyes of this proud fairy. She looked at Lang Xing and said, "Can you take me away?"

"Huh?" This request was a bit unexpected by Lang Xing. He grinned and said, "I have to go back to Nanjingzhou soon. Is it inconvenient for you to go there?"

"I'm teasing you, I'll scare you." The weakness in Wu Xian's eyes disappeared immediately. She did not have the courage to abandon her teacher. If Lang Xing could agree happily, it would mean that both of them would be happy. She knew that she would go with Lang Xing, but Lang Xing obviously didn't mean to make any promise.

A love affair was missed.

Of course Langxing understood what Wuxia wanted, but he couldn't give it, and it might be a matter of life and death for Wuxia, which made him feel heavy and entangled.

"How about... you come with me first, leave this dangerous place for the time being, and then make a decision after you really think about it." Lang Xing wanted to make a remedy, and it was important to help her get out of the dangerous place first.

"No need, I've thought about it." Wuxia's expression returned to its former arrogance.

Langxing knew that he had caused harm to others, so he put away the magic power of Shamao, looked at Wuxia with sincere eyes and said, "I'm really afraid that you will have a lot of inconvenience when you get to Nanjingzhou, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to take good care of you. If you don’t have a better place to go, then come with me first, at least I can ensure you a peaceful place to practice.”

There was some sincerity in Wu Xia's eyes, but her expression was a little sad, "No need really, thank you Lang Xing, I can't let go of Master, I can't let go of Yin Yang Palace. If I leave like this, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life. "

Lang Xing frowned. He knew that if he took her away by force, Wuxia would not blame him, but he would be in big trouble in the future. If he did that, Wuxia would definitely misunderstand him. He was a great monk, wasn't he? A little girl who can be coaxed casually, he can't give people what they want. If he insists on making people bear the guilt of abandoning his master, he can't bear this responsibility.