The Ancestor of Body Repair

Chapter 304 Serious Injury

After a while, everything settled down, but the center of the explosion was still very quiet, which made Huang Xiaoyun and the others feel a little uneasy.

Suddenly, Xiaojin's ears trembled and screamed, his claws stepped forward, and quickly threw Huang Xiaoyun and Xiao Pan Yan on the Lingshuo.

Then the little monkey directly controlled the Lingshuo and flew towards the place of the explosion, looking extremely anxious. Fortunately, it was only two or three miles away, and in an instant, the Lingshuo arrived at the battlefield.

The scene in front of them made several people stunned. They saw a pothole of 30 feet in size in this place. The deepest hole was 10 feet deep. This kind of power completely exceeded the ability of the monks in the foundation-building stage, and definitely reached the core-forming stage. Attack power.

However, the center of the pothole did not receive much impact, forming a raised platform, and several people immediately saw Lu Kun on the platform.

Lu Kun looked extremely miserable at this time, his face was pale, his whole body was covered in blood, and his arms looked even more terrifying, the flesh was blurred, and he even saw white bones on his wrists.

However, the bleeding has stopped, and there is a faint flash of purple light in the flesh and blood, as if it is repairing itself.

There was only a tattered trousers and a few storage bags around Lu Kun's body. The lightning hammer looked a bit dim and was thrown aside. If you look closely, you will find that it is above There is also a crack.

Aside from Lu Kun, a few broken shield fragments and four storage bags, the three late-stage foundation-building monks in Wanbaolou seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

"Xiaojin, help me on the Lingshuo, my muscles, including my internal organs, are severely damaged, and I can't move." Lu Kun, who was lying on the ground, said to the little monkey in a very weak tone.

Xiao Jin nodded, dropped the spirit shuttle, ran to Lu Kun's side, grabbed his arms, kicked his legs, and easily jumped onto the spirit shuttle with Lu Kun, which was many times bigger than it.

"By the way, don't forget to bring up the storage bag and my lightning hammer. In the end, I tried my best to control the power so as not to damage the storage bag. If this is leaked, this fight will be a waste."

Lu Kun lay on the Lingshuo and watched Xiaojin pick up the storage bag and the lightning hammer on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief; After a while, people from Nanfengfang City will come over."

"Squeak!"

"What? Five or six monks are already ten miles away? Let's hurry up."

Xiaojin threw the storage bag and the lightning hammer into the spirit shuttle, inciting the demon spirit power, and ordered the flying boat to fly into the distance.

About a quarter of an hour later, six foundation-building monks in black and white robes came here. When they saw this huge pothole, they all stopped in confusion.

This group of people was headed by the black-clothed deacon who received Lu Kun. He ordered his flying magic weapon and came to the middle of the pothole, looking at the golden shield fragments scattered on the ground, his face full of horror.

He shouted: "Uncle's golden armor shield was shattered, how is this possible?"

"Huang Chen, you read it right, the clan uncle's golden armor shield is a third-level defensive magic weapon. Except for the cultivator of the formation stage, who can smash it."

The person who spoke was a man in white. He came to Huang Chen's side and casually took a fragment of a shield on the ground in his hand. He glanced at it, and his indifferent expression disappeared without a trace, becoming extremely pale.

He trembled a little and said, "It's really a golden shield!"

"The golden armor shield was broken?"

"This pothole is a bit strange. I have been here before, and it seems that there is no pothole."

"Could it be? This pothole was hit by an attack from an immortal cultivator?"

At this time, the six foundation-building cultivators thought of a terrible situation, and they were dripping with cold sweat.

Huang Chen, the black-clothed deacon who had spoken before, murmured, "This pothole, coupled with the broken golden armor shield, is it really a cultivator at the stage of forming pills?"

When the others heard his whispers, they showed a bit of fear. The cultivators in the formation stage were not something they could deal with.

"Huang Chen, didn't you say that Uncle Clan and Brother Fifth and Sixth are here to kill a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment? How come there are monks in the early stage of formation?"

Huang Chen was sweating on his forehead, looking very flustered, unable to speak.

"By the way, I put a tracking mark on the cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment. When I first came out of the market, I still felt something, I will try again."

After finishing speaking, Huang Chen hurriedly recited a certain formula and closed his eyes to sense it carefully.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and said in a dazed way: "The tracking mark is gone, our family's secret arts can be easily erased unless the consciousness is much stronger than mine, but that person is only in the early stage of foundation building. Cultivation."

"It must be the cultivator of the formation stage. From this point of view, there are only two possibilities. Either the immortal cultivator you tracked and the clan uncle were destroyed by the cultivator at the stage of formation."

"Either the immortal cultivator has a cultivator in the formation stage, and he killed the clan uncles in anger. No matter which one, we can't deal with it."

"It must be so!"

"Uh, you said that the cultivator at the stage of forming a pill will come back."

"Let's go back to Fang City and tell the family the news."

These foundation-building cultivators muttered for a while before flying towards Nanfengfang City with a look of panic.

However, Huang Chen, the deacon in black, still had a look of doubt on his face: "That cultivator is obviously a cultivator from another country. Could it be that it was a passing cultivator who was greedy and wiped out them all?"

...

Not to mention the panic of the few people in Wanbaolou, Lu Kun and the others had already flown out ten miles under the control of Xiaojin.

Lu Kun was lying on the Lingshuo at this time, and his complexion recovered a lot. He said nervously: "Xiaojin, are they following?"

Little Jin's ears trembled slightly, shook his head, and squeaked a few more times.

Hearing this, Lu Kun breathed a sigh of relief and said with a hint of happiness: "Fortunately, I remembered the tracking mark left by that person on my body, and with my very condensed mid-term peak consciousness at this time, it was easily removed."

"When they saw the traces of the battle, they thought it was done by the cultivators of the Core Formation Stage, and would not take the risk to pursue us."

"Xiaojin, the spiritual energy around here is normal, and there are very few immortal practitioners. I want to find a place to check my injuries."

The little monkey nodded, controlled the Lingshuo to fly down, found a cave in a rather desolate mountain, and fell down.

The little golden demon flickered with spiritual power, and threw the spirit shuttle and the lightning hammer on it into Lu Kun's storage bag, and also hung several other storage bags around his waist.

Huang Xiaoyun and the others helped Lu Kun into the cave together.

"Xiaojin, take out the silver spirit-controlling breastplate from my storage bag."

"That's right, that's it, help me put it on again."

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