If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 694: Jiejiao Lingbao Mountain

When Xiao Yu grabbed the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword and stabbed Zhang Yuan, he did think about the question "whether Zhang Yuan would be affected by the toxin from the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword."

She aimed at his palm. Even if the poison was ineffective, with the sharpness of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, it would cripple one of his hands and make him unable to hold the ghost-head sword, greatly reducing his fighting power.

I never expected that the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword would be so effective.

Only his palm was pierced, not his body, and Zhang Yuan immediately fell to the ground with "epidemic".

However, Zhang Yuan did not sit idly by.

After he fell to the ground, he still struggled to take out a small bottle from his arms and wanted to take the antidote.

Xiaoyu will definitely not let him get his wish.

He took away his vial, and with a few slashes of his sword, cut his tendons in his hands and feet, then squatted down and said with a smile: "Daoyou, what's wrong with you? The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is your signature weapon, how could you be poisoned?

What if you accidentally cut yourself during practice, and you don’t have the antidote with you, wouldn’t that be a miserable death?”

Zhang Yuan was so deeply poisoned that he could no longer speak.

The wound on his palm was festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin quickly turned pale with a hint of yellow-brown because the poison was spreading throughout his body and the blood under his skin was turning into pus.

Yellow-brown is the color of thick water.

Just by looking at this trend, one can guess that in a short while, Zhang Yuan's immortal body will completely collapse.

What's even worse is that his soul was also poisoned and was now frozen in his immortal body, about to rot into pus along with his physical body.

"What a vicious toxin!" Xiao Yu was frightened.

After hesitating for a moment, she poured out a golden pill from the vial and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This evil disciple has committed so many evil things and betrayed his teacher and ancestors. He should be dead. Why should Fairy Feiyu waste an elixir to save him?" Fairy Jiguan flew over and said harshly when she saw Zhang Yuan's face full of pain.

Even after taking the antidote, Zhang Yuan did not recover immediately.

It's just that the toxins in the body are temporarily suppressed, and the trend of festering and decay has stopped.

Xiao Yu said: "I overheard him and Xiuge talking last night, and they talked about the Xiongnu's strategy to dominate the world.

He advocated that the Huns eliminate the evil spirits, sever the connection between the northern Hu people and the evil spirits, and rule the north with the human kingly way.

What he said was the upright way of a king.

It can be seen that he just sat on the wrong side of the truth, and he is basically a qualified moral person of the Taoism.

If he were killed on the battlefield, it would be a worthy death.

It's a bit pathetic to die from one's own famous skill or just a cut on the back of the hand."

After a pause, she turned her head to look at Jiguan Fairy and continued, "Of course, this is just my personal opinion.

After all, Zhang Yuan is a true disciple of Lingbao Mountain.

Although I have captured him now, it is up to Lingbao Mountain to decide how to deal with him."

Xiaoyu basically spoke from her heart.

In addition to their different positions, she really couldn't understand Zhang Yuan's idea of ​​defecting to the Huns.

She didn't dislike Zhang Yuan himself very much, mainly because she had never seen with her own eyes the scene in which, with Zhang Yuan's help, the Zuo Guli King's tribe plundered the Qin border and massacred hundreds of thousands of people.

Once he had seen it and had some personal experience, Zhang Yuan would have turned into a pool of pus.

"Thank you, Fairy, for capturing the rebels for Lingbao Mountain."

The Cockscomb Fairy immediately bowed to her to express her gratitude.

After hesitating for a moment, she handed over the Sun and Moon Pearl that had not yet been warmed up, and said, "This pearl is a magic weapon that is not weaker than the Blood-Transforming Divine Knife. I don't know where he got it from.

Since it is not from my Lingbao Mountain, I will lend it to you as a gift to thank you. I hope you will not refuse it. "

——Where did you see that I had the intention to refuse? Besides, wasn't it me who knocked the bead away? At most you stole a "head", and you still have the nerve to "borrow flowers to offer to Buddha". This is my "flower"!
Xiao Yu muttered to himself, but a humble smile appeared on his face. He declined a few times before taking the Sun and Moon Pearl.

Although she was struggling in her heart, she still had a warm smile on her face and took the initiative to hand over the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.

"This divine sword is the treasure of your sect. Please keep it well, Fairy."

To be honest, after seeing the poisonous effect of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword on Zhang Yuan, she was very reluctant to exchange the sword for the Sun and Moon Pearl.

The Sun and Moon Pearls were indeed powerful, but their flaws were obvious: as long as you were careful and didn't get dazzled by the sun and moon's divine light, it wouldn't be too difficult to dodge their attacks.

The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword really has no shortcomings.

The speed was so fast that even the immortals’ spiritual eyes couldn’t keep up.

The Cockscomb Fairy happily took the Blood-Transforming Divine Knife and said solemnly as if making a promise: "Daoyou, you have helped Lingbao Mountain a lot this time. This great favor will be forever unforgettable in Lingbao Mountain."

Xiao Yu felt better at this point, and asked curiously, "Why was Zhang Yuan still defeated by the divine sword even though he had refined the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword? I only wanted to cripple one of his hands before."

Upon hearing this, Jiguan Fairy also showed a strange look, "Fellow Daoist, don't you know the old story of the Conferred God in the Middle Ages?"

Xiao Yu glanced at Zhang Yuan on the ground and said, "As Daoist Fellow Zhang said, I am a casual cultivator from Kunlun. I know a little about the Conferred Gods in the Middle Ages, but not in detail."

——Based on your ability to take on the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword and the Sun-Moon Pearl, how could you be a wild cultivator without any inheritance?
The Cockscomb Fairy murmured in her heart, doubting that she was also a direct descendant of the Three Pure Ones, but she did not raise any doubts, and only explained: "The ancestor I worship at Lingbao Mountain is the Great Immortal Yu Yuan during the Conferred God Period.

Yu Hua, the disciple of Yu Yuan, defeated several great gods with the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword."

She used very tactful words to recount an old story from the Conferred Gods period: Yu Hua used the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword to harm Nezha, Lei Zhenzi and Yang Jian. Yang Jian transformed into Yu Hua's appearance, went to find the great immortal Yu Yuan, and lied to him that he was accidentally injured by the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword and asked his master for an antidote.

"Alas, let alone Zhang Yuan, even the ancestor Yu Hua back then would be injured by the blood poison of the magic sword. If the power of the magic sword is not reduced, even the ancestor who refined the magic sword will not be able to solve this hidden danger.

At most, they can make an antidote pill in advance and carry it with them as a precaution, like Zhang Yuan did. ” She concluded.

Xiaoyu was very curious and wanted to continue inquiring about the method of refining the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.

She held back and only wondered, "Fellow Daoist Zhang is clearly a true disciple of the Daoist sect, why did he abandon the light and join the dark?"

According to the Fairy Jiguana, Immortal Yu Yuan is a third-generation disciple of the Jiejiao Sect.

Theoretically, he is of the same generation as Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, Nezha and others, and they are even qualified to call each other brothers.

Lingbao Mountain, founded by Yu Yuan, is the undisputed source of Taoism.

With such an identity, why couldn't Zhang Yuan do anything else? Why did he have to become the national teacher of the barbarians?
Even if you have to borrow the luck of humanity to practice, you should be patient for a few years, wait for the potential dragon in Shenzhou to mature, and then become a national teacher of Shenzhou, isn't it good? The chicken crown fairy looked ashamed and annoyed, and said: "He is self-degrading and crazy. Even my great-grandmaster was almost killed by him. What else can I say?"

Zhang Yuan had recovered his breath by now, his eyes widened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I am a Xiongnu. How can I be considered to have fallen into depravity if I return to my hometown?"

"You are a Hun?" Xiao Yu said in surprise, "You are a true disciple of Taoism!"

Zhang Yuan is a dwarf and looks a bit deformed.

He always had the demeanor and bearing of a moral man from a superior country, so she didn't recognize that he was a foreigner.

The Cock Crown Fairy sighed, "It is true that the Shenzhou Dao Sect rarely accepts disciples from other races, but Zhang Yuan has the bones of a fairy."

Zhang Yuan said angrily: "I am a Taoist who was abducted by the Great Qin Taoist Palace! Even though I have immortal bones, after abducting me to the Central Plains, they only let me be a fire-burning boy and never taught me the true way."

"You ungrateful traitor, weren't all these Taoist skills taught to you by your master, Lu Gong? Did you learn them out of thin air?" the Cockscomb Fairy shouted angrily.

Zhang Yuan laughed bitterly and said, "How dare you not teach me? Not only do I have immortal bones, I also have great immortal blessings.

When I was ten years old, I was collecting firewood in the mountains and met a three-foot-tall yellow dog. I was inspired and quietly followed it, walking around for more than ten miles, and finally found a 100,000-year-old wolfberry.

That big yellow dog is the essence of wolfberry.

If you have the blessing and roots of an immortal, you will have a chance to become an immortal once you enter the mountain gate.

I have all the immortal blessings, immortal roots and immortal fate. This is God wanting me to become an immortal!
If you don't teach me the Dao, it will be like 'closing the way of heaven', and the Daoist ancestor will punish Lingbao Mountain.

But when you learned that I had swallowed the wolfberries, you were so heartless that you wanted to extract the essence from my body to make an elixir.

In order to force out the essence of wolfberry, they fed me all kinds of random pills, which turned me into an ugly dwarf. "

He cried out excitedly, "I'm not a dwarf. I can grow into a 8-foot tall man!"

The Cockscomb Fairy glanced at Xiao Yu awkwardly, then lowered her head and shouted at Zhang Yuan, "You are only ten years old, how can you digest the essence of wolfberries that are a hundred thousand years old?
Besides, what you eat is not wild wolfberry, it is the 'immortal treasure' from Lingbao Mountain!"

"How could the fairy treasure from Lingbao Mountain grow in the weeds outside the mountain and let a fireman Taoist boy see it? Don't even mention whether I can digest it or not. I have the blessing of a fairy. As long as I encounter it, I can digest anything I eat." Zhang Yuan said.

The Cockscomb Fairy said coldly: "Don't worry about what's inside or outside the mountain. That's the Lingbao Mountain Cave Heaven! Everything in the cave heaven belongs to Lingbao Mountain."

After she finished speaking, she poked a finger over, and a point of fairy light flew out from her fingertips and landed on Zhang Yuan's forehead, causing him to close his eyes and mouth - and fall asleep.

"Fairy Feiyu, the sun is setting now, it's time for us to return to Yanmen Pass," she said.

Xiao Yu glanced at the sun still hanging in the west and nodded, saying, "Xian Gu, take Zhang Yuan back first. I will go to the north to find Xiu Ge."

The Cockscomb Fairy looked up to the northeast and asked curiously, "The Xiongnu has been completely defeated. How do you know Xiu Ge is not dead?"

Xiao Yu said: "I can see the 'king spirit' of Xu Ge."

The Cockscomb Fairy also opened her spiritual eyes and looked carefully towards the north. She only saw evil spirit and bloody energy rising into the sky, as if it was covered by a red cloud.

It was impossible to distinguish Xiu Ge's royal aura from the clouds.

Thinking that Fairy Feiyu had done Lingbao Mountain a favor after all, she tactfully advised, "Although Zhang Yuan's previous remarks on destiny and luck were somewhat biased, it is indeed not appropriate for us, the True Immortals of the Dao, to directly interfere with the rise and fall of dragon energy."

Xiao Yu was suspicious and said, "What the fairy lady means is that we can't kill Xiu Ge? But didn't everyone come to Yanmen Pass to help General Meng defeat the Xiongnu?"

"We can assist General Meng, but it is best not to kill the Hidden Dragon yourself, let alone kill too many mortals."

Having said this, Cockscomb Fairy already felt that she had gone too far.

She bowed to Xiaoyu again, picked up Zhang Yuan, and flew towards Yanmen Pass with several fellow immortals.

Xiaoyu stood there hesitating for a moment, then jumped up and flew towards the northeast.

She didn't have much obsession with killing Zhang Yuan, nor did she have a strong obsession with killing Xiu Ge. Her obsession was the "copper-headed and iron-foreheaded ghost" who stopped her from killing Xiu Ge last night.

The Huns were defeated, and defeated miserably.

As a nation on horseback, if they were defeated in a normal battle, they could calmly disperse into small teams and retreat in various directions.

If there are many enemies pursuing them, they can hide and escape by relying on the familiar terrain.

If there are few enemies pursuing them, they will look for opportunities to fight back.

This time, after taking Xiaoyu's "Yao Huan San", they couldn't even run. They had no strength and no fighting spirit.

But the effect of the medicine is particularly long-lasting, and I must have a good night's sleep to eliminate it.

They are already on the battlefield, how can they have the chance to sleep?

The harder you resist, the more energy you have and the more exhausted your spirit becomes.

Xiao Yu was flying in the air and saw that the Hun camp had been razed to the ground by the Meng family army, with corpses everywhere.

No prisoners, all killed.

King Zuoguli led his troops to retreat to the north, leaving countless corpses along the way.

The blood dyed the road they walked on red, and the Qin cavalry trampled it into a black mud.

But King Zuoguli escaped.

Meng Yi kept staring at him and fighting, but the Hun warriors were fearless and ruthless. Two captains of ten thousand cavalry and six captains of a thousand men led tens of thousands of cavalry and risked their lives to hold Meng Yi back.

This ultimately created an opportunity for Hugh to escape alone.

Not to mention bringing an entourage, he even gave up his own BMW and threw away his gorgeous white fox fur cloak. He disguised himself as an ordinary Hun and fled north with seven or eight Hun cavalrymen.

When Xiaoyu caught up with him, the sun had set in the west, hiding the fire mirror, and the moon had risen in the east, revealing an icy wheel.

It is at least three hundred miles away from Meng Yi’s battalion.

King Zuoguli ran away early, and immediately fled north after his army was defeated.

Moreover, as a top-level human immortal, his speed is fast enough.

If we really rely on Meng Yi and the others to chase us, we will definitely lose them.

In fact, it was already dark at this time, and the Qin cavalry had already begun to retreat towards Yanmen Pass.

"King Zuo Guli, where are you going?"

Xiaoyu has already followed me here, so there is no need to hesitate.

(End of this chapter)