Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 646 This is what we are going to do!
What's in the Sumeru bag?
Wang Xingzhi only knew that when Mu Zilie gave it to him, he didn't know anything except the matter of the Dao Stone.

But after Su Xiaoxiao saw the Sumeru bag, she became a completely different person.

He was weak and suddenly shook, and snatched it away almost by force.

Without looking back, he turned around and flew back the way he came.

"Let's go save Wushang."

A group of people looked at his back as if he were a madman, and then their faces changed.

"Stop him quickly."

Everyone thought that Su Xiaoxiao was crazy, wanting to challenge eighteen monks alone.

But they failed to stop them after all. Su Xiaoxiao was on her way back, and Qiao Po and others were also chasing her.

Fourteen monks bypassed the wandering Taoist priest and rushed over to kill him relentlessly, and collided head-on with Su Xiaoxiao.

Bian Zhuang's small figure stood out from the crowd, sneering continuously.

"I'll see how you can escape this time."

The bridge lady was ready to use the stone bridge to block the chasm at any time, and the others were even more ready to rush forward.

There were mountains of knives, pots of oil, the River of Hades, and dens of ghosts; the vast void suddenly became extremely dark.

But this time, Su Xiaoxiao's expression was surprisingly calm, and she took out the Sumeru bag in full view of everyone.

After throwing it away coldly, he casually sent out a stream of spiritual power, and the mouth of the bag instantly expanded and became as big as a door in an instant.

What happened next shocked everyone.

There was a stream of aura spreading out and rushing out from the bag.

Not only did it scare Qiao Po and others who were about to take action, but it also dumbfounded Wang Xingzhi and others who followed them.

No less than fifty galaxies rushed out from the Sumeru bag, followed by a series of figures that turned into streams of light and flew out.

"Walking monks? So many!"

Mrs. Qiao was the first to retreat quietly, feeling a tingling sensation on her scalp.

How come there are so many wandering monks in there?

"Why are there so many monks?"

The difference is that Wang Xingzhi asked the question directly.

Mu Zili didn't tell him clearly when he gave it to him. Apart from asking him to convey some curses to Su Xiaoxiao, there was nothing else.

So even though he had a large number of monks with him at that time, he was still being hunted down miserably.

If he knew that he had so many backers, why would he need Han Yu to save him!

Just release a few of them and they can kill a bunch of initial-level minions on the opposite side.

Only Su Xiaoxiao knew that the Sumeru bag could not be used to hold other things, it could only be used to hold people.

Coincidentally, he knew that Mu Zilii's direct lineage included such a team of Taoist monks.

Although he didn't know how much was in the Sumeru bag, it was definitely more than what his senior brother gave him.

Therefore, this must be the team that Mu Zili secretly gave to his junior fellow apprentice.

This is the reason why Su Xiaoxiao dared to come back.

"Kill me!"

Su Xiaoxiao tried to cheer herself up and shouted loudly.

……

The old Taoist and Han Yu were lying in the wilderness at the same time. Now one of them was injured and the other was disabled, and both were at the end of their strength.

Han Yu didn't say anything more. After his sea of ​​consciousness was drained for the second time, the ocean of the Five Elements World dried up.

Not only was the dense forest withered, but in the burned forest there was only a small flickering flame left, which looked like it would die out at any moment.

Countless cracks appeared on the land, and rocks kept falling from the Golden Mountain.

The whole place looks decadent.

As for his physical body, the slightest movement would cause him to feel piercing pain, which was far more outrageous than the last time.

"Tsk tsk, to be honest, any monk with this kind of behavior would be buried alive."

No matter how many times he saw it, Han Yu's tenacity of life always made the old Taoist feel refreshed.

Even he couldn't imagine whether he could survive such an injury if he were in their shoes.

And this guy can act like nothing happened, it's outrageous.

"You speak as if you are in a better situation than me."

Han Yu turned his head with difficulty and glanced at the old Taoist. The old fellow was covered with goose bumps. He was an old man with no flesh and was very skinny.

With his hair disheveled, he looks like a madman.

Not only did his old face look pale, he even looked like he was about to die.

Strangely, the Taoist priest didn't refute him.

When Han Yu took another look in surprise, he found that the old Taoist was sweating profusely, his face was squeezed into a ball, and he was gritting his teeth and enduring it.

This scared him so much that he asked hurriedly, "Are you okay?"

The old Taoist shook his head with difficulty, turned his back, and tears flowed silently.

It hurts so much!
His internal organs felt like they were burning in a raging fire, and his intestines were even more like they were tied in knots. In particular, his spiritual power was like a knife, scraping his meridians and causing him unbearable pain. This was still a backlash.

The Tianxian that required neither the enemy nor himself to remain motionless for thirty breaths was beyond his ability. He could only do it within three breaths, and that was a huge burden.

This forced tampering not only seriously injured him on the spot, but the backlash now almost cost him his life.

The two of them lay there for several hours, until the night sky was filled with stars, and then Han Yu was the first to get up.

The external injuries have healed by more than half. Apart from the pain, movement is no longer a problem.

The trickles in the sea of ​​consciousness have now gathered into a small river, and it seems that it has survived the side effects of the dryness and is beginning to recover.

Only the old Taoist's condition was not so good. When Han Yu approached and wanted to check, he found that his eyes were closed and his face was still in pain.

"He fainted from the pain."

The spirit of the weapon said with a strange look on his face.

"Should we wake him up then?"

Han Yu scratched his head and said hesitantly.

hiss!
The spirit of the weapon gasped and looked at him as if he were a madman.

Are you still a human being?
The pain was so unbearable that they could only survive by fainting.

You're planning to wake him up?

What resentment what?
"But we can't just abandon him, can we?"

Han Yu sighed and looked up at the sky helplessly.

They didn't know whether that old monster would catch up with them. It wasn't a good idea for them to stay here.

If they could find a way to find him, they would both die here.

"It's not impossible."

This is also what the spirit of the weapon is worried about. It is very easy for such a strong person to do something.

The old Taoist priest could even leave a mark on Han Yu, so the other party might have similar means to find them.

The best way is to keep the Taoist master with you, so that if something really happens, you can always help him.

"I'm afraid he's injured so badly that he might die on the way, and then he won't be able to explain himself."

Han Yu grumbled helplessly, but even as he said this, he couldn't help but carry the other person on his back.

The power in his sea of ​​consciousness was still recovering, but Han Yu's body was also full of explosive power. After taking a step, he turned into a strong wind and disappeared on the spot.

After what happened in the old city, Quan Xiaotong summoned the strongest force in Central Continent.

This incident reminded them that when faced with an irresistible force, they would be like sitting ducks if they were exposed.

In particular, the more monks gather together, the more tragic the death will be if a disaster occurs.

"There is no way to go up to heaven, so let's go down to the earth!"

Mo Xiuwen was still frightened by the previous disaster. Perhaps if it were just a few moments later, he would have been buried in the ruins together with Tian Bodu.

It may not be absolutely safe underground, but at least it can give enough time to respond.

It's ridiculous that those gathered here are all top-level cultivators in Central Continent, but they can only live underground.

“This can’t be accomplished overnight!”

Many people think that this is too time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it may require a lot of manpower to accomplish.

"I mean into the sea."

Mo Xiuwen suddenly interrupted, saying that this was not only not difficult, but very easy.

Is it harder to build an underground shelter or a sky-high ferry?
In his opinion, as long as the Tianbo Ferry was big enough and there were enough of them, it would not be difficult to make a simple shielding array to isolate the sea water.

Moreover, Tianbo Ferry can go up to the sky and into the sea, and can be moved as needed at any time.

After these words, the eyes of everyone present lit up.

Mo Xiuwen's method is indeed excellent. It is not only concealed enough, but also has the ability to be transferred at any time.

If we were able to detect the battle situation overhead in time, we could even evacuate early.

"Just go into the sea!"

Quan Xiaotong made the decision immediately and handed the matter over to Mo Xiuwen.

"First, collect the existing ones and put them into use. The new ones can be completed by the Ministry of Works in cooperation with my people."

After thinking about it, Mo Xiuwen decided to modify the original one first.

As for the better follow-up, we will build it slowly.

As for himself, he couldn't take care of these things because the most important thing on hand was not this matter, but another one.

What could be more important than saving your life?
A group of people were curious about what Mo Xiuwen valued.

Until he took out the blueprint he had discussed with the old Taoist priest, and slowly unfolded it...

"Is this what you're going to do?"

Quan Xiaotong asked with a dry mouth after half an hour.

Mo Xiuwen shook his head slowly, then took a deep breath and corrected himself.

“This is what we’re going to do!”

(End of this chapter)