Chapter 172

"I hope that he can escape the pursuit of these people. Most of the people in Nanling, whether Dongling or Xiling, support you."

"Yes, there are very few such practitioners in Nanling. Even if there is a young and respected man in heaven, he is so superior that he almost keeps a clear line with the wild cultivation of Nanling."

"What's the difference between Dongling's nobles and the children of Middle Earth families, though I used to worship them But this man is really a monk of Nanling. "

"This pool flood, we still don't go to set foot in, already had far stronger than us person to chase."

"I hope that he will become a leader in the future, dominate the world, and be proud of the friars of Nanling."

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Although there were many monks around, not all of them were enemies of Nie Chen. Only a few of them wanted to kill Nie Chen and those who coveted Nie Chen's treasures.

Many monks, after seeing Nie Chen's ability, were deeply shocked. It is very exciting that such a wild and wild man came out of Nanling, but he was as proud as the younger generation.

These monks didn't want Nie Chen to be robbed or even wanted to help Nie Chen escape from here, but they were really weak and were not the opponents of those who had different ideas, so they had to give up.

One after another, some people turned into Changhong and left in all directions. Gradually, the crowd became scarce. But there were still some people who chose to follow the west to see if Nie Chen could escape the pursuit of those people.

In a short time, Changhong was scattered in all directions. Looking down from the high altitude, it was very spectacular, but there were obviously more Changhong flying to the West. Some of them were chasing after Nie Chen, and others wanted to see the final result.

Qinglian looks pale, and the thunder and lightning has faded, but she does not get up to chase Nie Chen. Instead, she is pale. She does not even have time to meditate and flirt and recover her spiritual power. She starts to operate her mind and formula in silence, and tries to control the purgatory God who is already in the distance.

Purgatory God tripod is the most precious treasure. Even if Qinglian is far away, she can still control Youxin. However, her face is very dignified because her master Qingye is in a terrible state at this time.

Although Nie Chen had a high level of cultivation in the clear night, she seized the opportunity to shoot a fatal arrow, which threatened her life greatly. Nie Chen was confident that since he had already shot the wind chasing arrow, he would never give up.

It is almost impossible to escape the arrow shot by the wind seeking bow. Nie Chen is also very confident that he will not die this time, and will definitely be severely damaged. He will never come to pursue himself again.

But in fact, Qingye chase doesn't chase him. It doesn't matter at this moment, because he has saved Zifeng, and there are even more powerful beings behind him.

"Master!" Qinglian looks very pale. Although such treasures as purgatory God tripod and qingluan sword are extremely powerful, they will consume a lot when they are manipulated. Up to now, she can't bear it.

Fortunately, and to her great shock, Nie Chen's dark red arrow could be blocked by her purgatory tripod. She knew very well that the magic weapon level of her purgatory tripod could not be measured by the four levels of earth, heaven, universe and destruction.

However, Nie Chen's red arrow can be blocked by her purgatory tripod, but it does not dissipate. It is still searching for gaps and opportunities to attack and kill the night which is protected by her purgatory tripod.

"Magic weapon of different dimensions?" Qinglian frowned. "The wind seeking bow was snatched by him, and it can be used by him Like my purgatory tripod, is it a magic weapon of different dimensions? "

Her face was full of disbelief. She didn't expect that the wind chasing bow that no one could use in the past was actually used by Nie Chen, and its power was so terrible that it was not under her purgatory God tripod.

"Hum, if it's not a magic weapon of the same level, I'm afraid it's the block of my purgatory tripod, and it won't work at all. For this arrow, it seems that it doesn't exist." Qinglian's face was cold, and her eyes still had no chance to kill her. For Nie Chen's, she said, "but my God tripod is not fully activated. Otherwise, I can crush this arrow directly."

"What happened to him, Lord?" Qingxiao stands by Qinglian's side to protect the Dharma of Qinglian, who seems to be very weak.

"The situation is not good!" The distance is too far, and it is difficult for me to control the divine tripod. "Martial uncle, please step back. I want to use a secret method, which may hurt you."

"Nephew Be careful Qingxiao shook his head helplessly, so he had to step back and look at Qinglian anxiously in the distance.

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"Lian'er, you must save me as a teacher, but the one who raised you up by himself will teach you the immortal method and build your foundation This time, if I don't die, I will do it myself to kill the son of Ziyang. " At the moment, he was pale, standing on the ground, and had no way to escape.

The red arrow shot by Nie Chen appeared around him almost at a flashing speed. Fortunately, Qinglian's purgatory tripod appeared almost at the same time, always able to block the impact of the red arrow which gave out a terrible smell.The feeling of his chest, which seemed to be against a sword of ice, was still there, making him tremble, bewildered and frightened; it was like a poisonous snake winding around a man's neck, with its fangs open, as if he were going to lower his mouth at any time.

Nie Chen's red arrow has already locked his brother's dirty, and also spread a strange feeling, which gives Qingye a feeling that he wants to be sucked by the red arrow.

He almost lost the ability to think. In the face of the threat of death, he also lost his strong and calm as a patriarch. No one is not afraid of death, even if it is a wise night.

"Qinglian, you must hold on What scares Qingye even more is that the red arrow is getting closer and closer to where he stands. Qinglian blocks the rhythm of the red arrow, but she can't keep up with the pace and becomes slower and slower.

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"Master, I will not let you die like this!" Qinglian's face was cold and cold, but its pale face was more white, and finally turned into the pale color of ice and snow.

At this moment, the aura of Qinglian's whole body seemed to be drained out and absorbed by something. Even a little residual aura in the surrounding space was sucked into a vacuum of aura by her.

"This, this is?" Qingxiao's eyes trembled and said in a loud voice, "nephew, this will do great harm to your spirit sea..."

Although she didn't know what Qinglian had done, she could feel that Qinglian's aura had disappeared in an instant. In this state, her spirit sea was almost dry.

If the spiritual sea is exhausted, it will cause terrible damage to the monk himself. If the spiritual sea is consumed excessively, the whole spiritual sea will collapse and be hard to recover, and it will never be able to gather aura and integrate the spiritual sea.

At the same time, Qingxiao also feels grateful. His nephew still attaches great importance to him. If Fang caiqinglian doesn't want her to leave, he may be completely sucked into a mummy under that crazy suction.

"Sacrifice my nine levels of Qi and blood, reverse the war situation, and I will hold the tripod to heaven in the future..." Qinglian opened her mouth slowly, and then the attraction dissipated, and her face was as pale as paper. Then she almost was smiling and fell on the ground. She murmured: "master, you will not die. I will save you!"

When he was despairing and bareheaded, and when the momentum of the red arrow was forced to come, the flesh and blood on his chest began to disperse silently. At the moment when his blood was absorbed by the red arrow that broke his chest, suddenly, the God tripod that did not block the red arrow flashed, appeared in front of the clear night and pulled the red arrow into the tripod.

"Poof!" On the other hand, he vomited out a big blood hole on his chest, which was bright before and after, but he had not died yet. His eyes were in a trance, and his spiritual power was running. In a moment, the flesh and blood on his chest began to recover at the speed that the naked eye was happy to see.

If the body is not repaired as soon as possible, he may die. However, it seems that it is very difficult for him to repair such damage. If there is no hidden disease, he would not be so embarrassed and die in his realm.

"Wow He coughs up blood constantly in the night, and his eyes are extremely cold and hatred, "cough, if it's not the wound left by the old Ziyang Ziyang, you really have a good son He won't live long! "

The sound of the roar reverberated, and the purgatory tripod, which received Nie Chen's dark red arrow, became quiet in an instant after the thundering vibration. The purple air was hazy, and a dark red gas came out of the tripod mouth and dissipated in the air. Obviously, Nie Chen's arrow has been refined by this tripod.

Purgatory God tripod purple hazy, slowly rose to the sky, instant into a purple streamer, disappeared in the sky. After the disaster, the life-threatening life was in a trance, and gradually suppressed the palpitation and fear on his face. Looking at the direction where the purple tripod disappeared, he murmured: "disciple, you really saved my master..."

Qingye never expected that she would be saved by her female apprentice today. A kind of sigh and sigh, a kind of relief, appeared in his face, but soon was replaced by a cold killing opportunity: "don't worry, when the master's injury recovers a little, he will kill this son for lianer."

Thinking of Nie Chen's almost unrealistic counterattack, Qingye couldn't help biting his silver teeth and shaking his body. A stream of depression condensed in his heart and his face was extremely angry

"Wow..." The breath circulation of healing at night was disturbed by this depression, and a mouthful of blood was vomited out again.