Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "Were we not prepared? How could he die?"

"When our people rushed in to catch him, the servant suddenly attacked, but he was a top master!"

He said to Fakong embarrassedly: "We mentioned the master's reminder and were prepared, but we never expected his cultivation to be so amazing!"

They were prepared, but they did not expect that his cultivation was better than theirs, and no one could be his opponent.

He shook his head: "And he was obviously stronger than us, but he actually used a secret technique to die with us... We couldn't stop Zhu Shanhe from committing suicide, and Brother Sima..."

"Is Sima Xun seriously injured?"

"Yes." Huang Yufeng sighed: "We dare not move him, Brother Sima may not make it this time."

"How seriously injured?"

"That guy suddenly hugged Brother Sima, and then exploded into blood mist. Brother Sima almost took all of his power, and the blood mist exploded into his body. His internal organs were punctured. When I came, he was already dying."

"... Senior Brother?" Ning Zhenzhen looked at Fakong helplessly.

Huang Yufeng said: "I wonder if the master can give another magic bead to try to save Brother Sima's life. We should try our best. If we can't save him, it's Brother Sima's life."

Fakong shook his head.

Huang Yufeng sighed secretly.

Brother Sima offended Master Fakong at the beginning, and now he is finally going to taste the consequences. Master Fakong really didn't agree to take action.

Fakong disappeared in a flash.

Tianhe Alley

Zhu Shanhe Mansion

The front yard behind the screen wall was in a mess.

The ground paved with blue bricks was full of pits in the east and west, crisscrossed with knife marks and sword marks, and pools of blood in the south and north.

The blood had seeped into the blue bricks, and the bloody smell was floating in the yard, condensing and not dispersing.

Six people were staring at Sima Xun, who was lying on the ground in a pool of blood, gasping for breath.

Sima Xun was unrecognizable.

His face was a dense patch of small pits, and the clothes on his chest had disappeared, and his chest was covered with countless small holes.

The holes were the size of mung beans, densely packed.

Each small hole was oozing blood.

The blood soaked him in it, and his breathing was rapid and weak, as if he would stop at any time, which made everyone tremble with fear.

"What should I do?" Zhao Zhihua was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands, but he didn't dare to touch Sima Xun.

It was possible that he would stop breathing if he touched him.

And no one knows how bad his body is now, whether his internal organs are broken.

If they are all broken, I am afraid there is no way to save him.

Just look at the blood mist that blew the surrounding porcelain and stones into a hornet's nest, and you will know how amazing the power of the blood mist is.

This old man has set his sights on Sima Xun and wants to drag Sima Xun to death with him.

Except Zhao Zhihua, the other five people are a little glad that it is not them.

If it were me, I would have died by now, and I can't force myself to hang on to my life like Sima Xun.

Tianhai Sword Sect is worthy of being Tianhai Sword Sect, one of the three major sects, with mysterious mental methods, showing extraordinary at critical moments.

With such a serious injury, if it were an ordinary person, he would have died directly and would not be able to take the elixir.

Sometimes, this gap is a matter of life and death.

It's a pity that the injury was too serious this time, and the old man was too cruel.

"Let me take a look at Brother Sima's injury." A burly and strong middle-aged man frowned and pondered.

Another middle-aged man with a square face shook his head.

"We have to try, right?"

"No, if you put a little bit of your strength in, it is very likely to cut off Brother Sima's life and completely crush him."

"Not to the extent..."

"Why not!" The square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "He is now standing on a cliff. If there is a little external force, he will fall down and be crushed to pieces!"

This is also the reason why they could only watch after Sima Xun took the Bi Hai Hua Sheng Dan.

To detect injuries, a little bit of Gang Qi is used to drill in, turn around and come back, and use Gang Qi as one's eyes to sense the changes inside the body.

This little bit of Gang Qi may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Who wants to be this straw?

Don't forget Sima Xun's identity as the first young man of Tianhai Sword Sect.

Will Tianhai Sword Sect investigate?

Why do you want to help others if you can't cure diseases? Not only did he fail to save people, but he killed people instead. What a big responsibility.

Zhao Zhihua clasped his hands together and whispered, "Brother Sima, hold on, you will definitely make it!"

Bi Hai Hua Sheng Dan is the top elixir of Tianhai Sword Sect. It can be held on for only one breath, and then find a way to relieve the injury.

Zhao Zhihua believed that Sima Xun must be trying to heal his injuries.

Tianhai Sword Sect's mental method is so mysterious, there must be a holy method of healing, and it will definitely save itself.

He whispered, "Brother Sima, I believe you will definitely make it through this!"

"Brother Zhao, don't disturb Brother Sima!" The middle-aged man with a square face said in a deep voice, "Narrative like this will distract him."

Zhao Zhihua stared at Sima Xun, without his usual tact, and said impatiently, "Brother Sima must be concentrating on fighting his injuries now, how can he be distracted!"

He was anxious and irritable, upset.

He hated himself so much, hated his incompetence and inability to help.

"Brother Huang should be here now, right?"

"Now my hope lies with Brother Huang."

"I'm afraid Master Fakong is not in the Vajra Temple, that would be troublesome!"

"It wouldn't be such a coincidence, right?"

"It's hard to say, sometimes it's just such a coincidence."

"We should go with two more people." Another burly middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "In case Master Fakong is not here, we can also find a few more people."

"Alas..." One of the thin, wretched, middle-aged men shook his head, sighed but said nothing.

"Brother Fang, let it go if you fart, don't be too tight-lipped!"

"Forget it." The thin, wretched, middle-aged man shook his head and didn't want to say anything.

"Say it quickly, tell me what time it is, if you can find a way, hurry up!" The middle-aged man with a square face said in a deep voice.

Several others were staring at him.

The thin, wretched, middle-aged man looked at them and said helplessly, "I don't want to say this."

"Hurry up!"

"If you don't say anything else, we won't be polite. We will serve you with severe punishment!"

"quick!"

"Fang Shinian, if you don't say anything, don't think about me inviting you to drink again!"

"...Sigh!" Fang Shinian, who was thin and wretched, sighed: "You are too difficult to deal with. I shouldn't have said these words. It will cause trouble for nothing."

"Brother Fang, don't keep showing off!" Fang Zheng, a middle-aged man, said in a deep voice, glaring at him with dissatisfaction.

The other people's eyes were not kind either. "Okay, okay, I said that!" Fang Shinian said helplessly: "What I'm worried about is not that Master Fakong is not here, but that although Master Fakong is here, but..."

"But what?"

Fang Shinian shook his head: "But he may not agree to save Brother Sima."

"...No way?"

"Probably not."

"...It's hard to say." The middle-aged man with a square face looked at Sima Xun and then at Zhao Zhihua: "Brother Zhao, what do you think?"

"Although Brother Sima has offended Master Fa Kong, Master Fa Kong is not so narrow-minded, right?"

"If it were you, if a person who offended you was seriously injured, would you save him?"

"If it was my fellow sect, or you, of course I would save him, but if not..." Zhao Zhihua frowned, his expression getting increasingly ugly.

Now that I think about it, Master Fakong has nothing to do with them.

Master Fakong is close to Sicheng, but one thing is the same. Being close to Sicheng does not mean being close to them.

Especially Sima Xun.

"What should we do?"

Someone laughed and said: "Don't worry, Sicheng will not refuse to save her. If she pleads for mercy, Master Fakong will agree."

"Of course Sicheng wants to save Brother Sima, but Sicheng may not force Master Fakong."

"……Too."

They can fully understand Sicheng's attitude towards Master Fakong: they will never trouble him easily.

No matter how big of a problem they encountered, it might be possible for Master Fakong to raise his hand to solve it, but Sicheng chose not to ask for help from Master Fakong.

It was like this in the past, and this time it was the same as the mastermind behind Wang Qingshan. Master Fakong only needed to use his magical power to solve the problem, but Sicheng chose not to ask Master Fakong.

"well……"

They sighed in unison.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect. The cause planted in the front will bear the consequences later. This is what happened to Sima Xun this time.

Zhao Zhihua's face looked uncertain.

"Brother Zhao...Zhao." Sima Xun suddenly opened his eyes and murmured.

Zhao Zhihua rushed over and knelt on the ground, ignoring that the wet ground was slippery and greasy, and came close to Sima Xun's face: "Brother Sima, how are you?"

Sima Xun's eyes gradually became clearer and clearer, and he became more and more alert. He said softly: "I can't escape this catastrophe, so I have to leave."

"Brother Sima!" Zhao Zhihua said hurriedly: "Don't say these unlucky things, you will be fine and you will be able to survive!"

"Make it through?" Sima Xun's words were no longer intermittent. Although they were weak but clear, he smiled to himself: "I'm afraid it won't work. I am lucky enough to have met you as a friend and all my brothers. I have no regrets."

"Brother Sima, the Bihai Transformation Pill is amazing, no problem."

"That's right, heal your wounds and don't talk to hurt your spirit."

"Brother Sima, you are the number one young man in the Tianhai Sword Sect!"

"Haha..." Sima Xun's face filled with holes revealed a look of self-mockery: "The first person..."

He sighed: "I am ashamed of my sect and my ancestors!"

He recalled that ever since he met Ning Zhenzhen, he felt like he had lost his soul and became a completely different person.

The courage, courage, and pride of the past were gone, and everything disappeared in Ning Zhenzhen's clear eyes.

I only have deep attachment and longing for Ning Zhen. She is the only one in my mind all day long, paying attention to her smiles and frowns.

Her long-distant eyebrows were so touching that the slightest movement made her heart beat faster.

"Brother Sima, you did a great job, don't say that!" Zhao Zhihua said hurriedly: "You are worthy of being the number one young man in the Tianhai Sword Sect, with outstanding martial arts and amazing cultivation."

"Alas..." Sima Xun sighed: "After I die, please send my body back to the Tianhai Sword Sect. I want to be buried next to my senior brother."

"Brother Sima..."

"Promise me."

"Brother Sima!"

"My senior brother was also very heroic and promising at the time, but he was killed inexplicably. The murderer has not been found so far. I was unwilling to give up, so I came to the Green Clothes Department to find out the murderer of my senior brother," Sima Xun said quietly: "I The way of death is the same as that of senior brother, which can be considered a major clue. "

As he spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter, making everyone's hearts sink, knowing that this was a return to light.

"I hate it..." Sima Xun looked up to the sky and sighed, his eyes suddenly began to dim.

"Brother Sima!"

"Brother Sima!"

Everyone called him hurriedly.

Fakong appeared beside Sima Xun in a flash.