Chapter 1249

All around, the guards who were forced to rebel released their bowstring, pulled out their swords and started a life and death fight with their former colleagues and present enemies.

"My Lord!" Without time to reminisce with his grandfather, or to take care of the guards around him, Gu Fenghua comes to ran Hongxue and feeds a thousand insect poison pill into his mouth. At the same time, he sticks a plant of God transforming grass to his heart.

At this time ran Hongxue, the golden light on her body is rapidly disappearing, and the vitality in her eyes is also rapidly dissipating.

Lu aochen's poison was not fatal originally, but ran Hongxue obviously used the method of soul sacrifice to burn the power of holy source, even the power of life, so as to forcibly stimulate the potential, greatly enhance the Holy Spirit and suppress the poison. This is the only way to block Mu Qingyun with the sword of the holy world and save Gu Tianci. However, with the burning of the power of the holy source and the power of life, his whole cultivation also turned into nothingness, and the poison poured into the channels, Qi sea and heart.

Gu Fenghua doesn't know what poison Lu aochen has, and she doesn't have any antidote pills on her body, but she also has Huashen herb and Qianchong Huadu pill given by Luo Changfeng.

The entrance of the elixir melted and quickly flowed through the whole body. The poisonous grass was covered with a layer of dark and clear color. But soon, it became green again, as if it had been washed by a clear spring. The black air on ran Hongxue's face was much lighter, and his eyes were restored to some vitality.

Gu Fenghua is overjoyed. He holds ran Hongxue's pulse in one hand and wants to inject Holy Spirit. In this way, the dean's life should be saved. If you protect the Holy Spirit root immediately, you may have a chance to recover your cultivation.

"Don't worry about me, cut off Lu aochen first!" Ran Hongxue recovered a little strength and said, shaking off Gu Fenghua.

"Lord, your body is not yet..." Gu Fenghua said. Now that her grandfather, civil and military officials and the masters of various families have been rescued, Lu aochen can no longer lift any storm. In her mind, ran Hongxue is far more important than Lu aochen.

"Haotian sword is still in his hand. Come on, stop him." Ran Hongxue interrupted her and said firmly.

Gu Fenghua was surprised. Then he remembered that Haotian sword was still in Lu aochen's hands. Without Haotian sword, the rest of the princes would not be able to ascend the throne. One day, Lu aochen would make a comeback. Even if he didn't come, his descendants would come.

"Go Ran Hongxue called out.

"Stop him!" Gu Fenghua shouts and takes the lead in chasing Lu aochen, followed by Luo en and others.

Lu aochen was seriously injured, and he couldn't walk in the air any more. He could only step out of the city with his legs open. Blood, gurgle out, where a mottled blood.

His heart is bleeding again. Only one step away, he will be able to ascend the throne of God, realize Yuanlong's long cherished wish, and achieve the world hegemony. But in the end, he still falls short of success.

He didn't want to leave, but he knew that if he didn't leave again, he would be finished. The guards had lost control of the situation, and he was injured again. With Mu Qingyun and others, he couldn't control the situation at all. If he didn't leave again, he would surely die - facts have proved that. But fortunately, Haotian sword in his hands, he is the Royal orthodoxy, as long as alive there is still a chance, he will never stop.

"Kill him, don't let him take Haotian sword!" In the crowd, I don't know who yelled.

Hundreds of figures flew out and attacked aochen.