Chapter 209 (1/2)

The old ancestor of Zhangjia uttered a very painful murmur.

At the same time, Weisuo in the distance was also beaten to fly back and fly out. It was obvious that a blood mist was sprayed from his mouth, which showed that he was seriously injured.

However, Wei Suo did not stop at all, and he still kept the remaining red Dharma shields around his body. He even took advantage of the moment when Zhang Jia's ancestor did not control the black mirror, he not only took back the black knife, but also the six Yang fire fork.

Zhang's father was so angry that he wanted to catch up with him. But his figure just moved, but his whole body was shaking. Then he stopped with an ugly face and quickly took out a pill and swallowed it.

”This son is obviously not the old devil of Qin. Who is he! There are so many means

After that, the old ancestor of Zhangjia landed on the ground and sat down to regulate his breath.

At the moment, Wei Suo's figure has not left his sight, but looking at Wei Suo's figure which is about to disappear, Zhang Jia's ancestor is completely eager to vomit blood.

With the help of Tiandao ancient Dan, Zhenyuan's strength is comparable to that of the monks with four levels of minding state. And the other side is just a friar with four levels of Zhou Tianjing.

The fight between the two was exactly like a fight between a cat and a mouse, but I didn't expect that as a result of this war, he lost an arm and was hurt by the power of the blood bead!

The power of the blood bead on the black knife seems to be on top of a top-grade magic weapon on the spiritual level. If it wasn't for my helplessness to give up an arm, I would definitely be killed by this blood bead!

Six Yang fire fork!

Thunder hammer!

The black knife!

and the magic clothes on the opponent's body are obviously of real spirit level. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to escape after being hit by the ”true marrow arrow” skill which you finally hit with all your strength.

The powerful magic weapons on this four fold friar of zhoutianjing are emerging one after another!

There is also the strange silver staff. When I think of the silver staff and see the blue scissors shaped magic weapon in his hand, the old ancestor of Zhangjia is more full of the impulse to spit blood.

His spring breeze scissors is a real magic weapon of the spirit level, but now it seems that it is so damaged that it may not even have the lower level of spirit level.

The loss of this war is really great.

At this moment, when the old ancestor of Zhangjia recalled from the beginning to the end, he actually regretted that he should have accepted his bribe or let him go directly.

……

”How are you, Weisuo?”

At this time, Weisuo's life is also very difficult. When Zhang Jia Laozu's ”true marrow arrow” hit, Weisuo had only time to grasp the ghost pot in his arms, which inspired Xuanyin's Dharma suit. Although the ghost jar that had been kept in his arms was intact, Weisuo's chest seemed to collapse at the moment. In the panic cry of the old man in green robe, Wei Suo, who was struggling to escape in the air, finally couldn't support it. Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and then the fire clouds at his feet fell from the air, bright and dark. He sat down on a piece of ground and some muddy bushes.

”Old man, it's going to be miserable.”

Weisuo wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. After saying this reluctantly, he bit his teeth and quickly took out several nabao bags. Then he quickly got all the things inside out and piled them in front of him.

These nabao bags were all obtained from the monks in the Jin mansion.

Although it seems that Weisuo did not seem to lack arms and legs, but Weisuo moved slightly, and his chest hurt like a tear, and a strong and extremely bloody gas kept flooding to the throat. Without looking inside, Weiss can be sure that his ribs don't have two. And the most important thing is that Weisuo's internal organs are also damaged, and there is no healing pill with good efficacy on his body.

Now I can only hope that there are some good healing pills in the pills bottles of the golden monks.

I saw a few bottles opened in succession, Wei Suofei quickly swallowed all three dark red pills poured out of a Dan bottle, and then kept looking at the rest of the bottles.

Just a moment later, Weisuo checked all the bottles, and a bitter smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

At present, I don't know whether it's lucky or unfortunate. Among these gold monks' bottles, there are still three rejuvenation pills, which can at least prevent the injury of his inner organs from worsening. As long as his internal injuries do not worsen, there will be no worries about his life.

But this spring elixir can only save his life. In the absence of other miraculous drugs, it will take at least ten or twenty days for him to recover to the same level.

In this one or twenty days, Weisuo can not use Zhenyuan violently, otherwise the injury is likely to worsen again.

If in a safe place, even if you can't get the elixir, you just need to keep it slowly, but now Weisuo is in the wild!And the most important thing is, maybe the fierce friars of Qifeng city will come after him.