Chapter 258 Wake up
Zhao Yushu was lying on the ground, watching the interior scene in the void finally appear. He pressed his palms on the door and was desperately channeling spiritual power to try to stabilize the crumbling bridge.
Minghong let out an unhappy wail. This was clearly a god-killing blade, but Lao Zhao had forced it to be a kind blade. Apart from stabbing the mountain god and sucking the lake god once, the rest of the time it was used to heal wounds.
Several broken ribs had penetrated into the internal organs. It was not fatal to the monk, but it was definitely a serious injury.
Fortunately, my efforts were not in vain.
With such a big commotion, if Meng Yan still doesn’t come over, I will definitely find a way to beat him up next time I travel through time.
Of course Meng Yan would not let his junior fellow apprentice down.
He had been searching in the snow for several days. If he was given a few more days, he would still be able to find this place.
But by then the day lilies had gone cold, and the old immortal had also gone cold.
The familiar glass world shattered, and a violent fire dragon leaped out from the void, slamming hard into Neijing who was trying hard to maintain the passage.
"Wan Qiming, it's so easy for me to find you!"
The gap between the inner and outer scenes is greater than that between humans and dogs. Second Senior Sister A-Li proved this truth in front of Zhao Yushu with the simplest and roughest punch.
Maybe you have some cunning tricks, maybe you are good at some conspiracies and schemes, but don't let the people in the academy see through you. Even if you are seen through, don't let them find you.
Wan Qiming never landed on the ground again after being knocked flying by a punch. He let out a few short screams before being beaten back. Zhao Yushu suddenly felt that he was not in so much pain.
As soon as Meng Yan appeared, he hurriedly stabilized the space bridge. Normally, one inner scene could only come to this place. Now three of them came at once. It wouldn't be long before the entire bridge would be broken.
"Sister, stop fighting, take Junior Brother back first!"
Seeing that Zhao Yushu was in a bad condition, Meng Yan shouted hurriedly. Although their original plan was to destroy the bridge, the bridge was definitely destroyed now. It would be great if they could get back.
Ali snorted coldly, pulled the half-dead Wan Qiming's leg with one hand, swooped down, and grabbed Zhao Yushu's belt: "Are you okay?"
Zhao Yushu spat out a mouthful of blood: "For now, I won't die."
"That's fine, let's go!"
Meng Yan waved his folding fan, and the glazed door cracked open, revealing Chang'an in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Let's go." Meng Yan took the first step forward, then waved his folding fan violently. Countless shattering sounds were heard, and Meng Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew back.
A fist was retracted, heavy footsteps were heard, and a skinny old monk in gray monk's robes slowly walked in. The bridge could no longer withstand such a huge pressure and was about to collapse.
"Take my junior brother away." Ali threw Wan Qiming aside, grabbed Meng Yan, and pushed the two of them over without hesitation.
Yan Hui frowned and was about to stop him, but a small but violent fist had already hit him.
"Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If you want to go, then go." Yan Hui stretched out one hand to block Ali, and with his other hand, grabbed Wan Qiming, who was lying on the ground, and threw him into the passage.
The bridge shattered with a loud bang, and a figure rushed out in a panic.
"Didn't I tell you to leave?" Ali looked at Meng Yan, who was staggering, and was a little annoyed.
"You can't beat him by yourself." Meng Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "But if we are together, it's hard to say."
Zhao Yushu was thrown onto the street like a rolling gourd. All he could hear was a chaotic mess, with constant banging and chirping sounds, and even a few snowflakes falling on his face.
Snowflakes? Zhao Yushu was still a little confused. Could it be that he was still in the snowy mountains?
Suddenly, another person was thrown out and rolled beside him. Although he had only seen him once, Zhao Yushu recognized at a glance that this was the person who had just been tortured in the Snow Mountain Prison and beaten by the Second Senior Sister so badly that even his own mother didn't recognize him.
The two men looked at each other, and Zhao Yushu transformed into Chengying without hesitation. He hooked the Tiancan silk with the few fingers that could still move and swung it hard. Chengying flew silently towards the other man's neck.
But the inner scene is still the inner scene. Even if he was seriously injured, he was far from being comparable to ordinary cultivators. Even though all the bones in his body were almost shattered by Ali, his head could still move.
Wan Qiming raised his head and slammed it down hard, creating a hole in the bluestone slab. He lowered his head and neck half an inch and avoided Chengying's sneak attack.
Wan Qiming turned his head and looked at Zhao Yushu, his eyes full of mockery and cruelty.
Zhao Yushu let out a long sigh, moved his fingers again, and Chengying was pulled back.
Wan Qiming was still looking at him with his head tilted, when he felt his cheeks go cold, something flowed out, and at the same time something seeped in.
What flows out is blood, and what seeps in is naturally the heart poison absorbed by Chengying.
Under normal circumstances, it would be basically impossible for a fifth-level cultivator to break his defense except for Madam Xu, but his spiritual power had long been dispersed by Ali, and ordinary weapons might not be able to hurt him, but Chengying was at least known as a divine weapon.
"He's here!" A figure landed with a bang and picked up Zhao Yushu. The chaotic spiritual power around him immediately dissipated, and several people rushed away.
Wan Qiming was about to forcibly stop the few people. As soon as he managed to mobilize the spiritual power, he felt a sudden pain in his Xueshan Qi Sea. He was so scared that he quickly lay down and dared not move anymore.
The poison in the heart is not a strong medicine. It can be detoxified by sitting quietly for a few days. But within a few days, even if you are an inner scene, you will be useless.
It's a pity that I couldn't kill him.
When Zhao Yushu saw his companions running with him in their arms, he did not try to ask them to kill Wan Qiming.
The internal scene is always the internal scene. The number of cards in his hand is beyond imagination, and every person who comes to save him is a friend for whom he is willing to sacrifice his life.
There is ample time.
The emperor almost ran into the side hall.
The icy and snowy energy coming from the snow-capped mountains was suddenly cut off. If something happened over there, something would also happen here.
What a bunch of rubbish! There is only a small fifth heaven there, how could something go wrong?!
Didn’t Wan Qiming claim that the center of the formation could never be found in the two interior scenes of the academy? Then who is causing trouble?
Just now, Master Yan Hui walked over without hesitation, without even having time to say a word, but even he was too late to stop anything.
Outside the side hall, the five masters of the outer scene were facing a formidable enemy. They were the strongest force outside the inner scene that the emperor could mobilize, but in the eyes of the two people in the side hall, they were not much different from the first level who had just awakened.
"Tianshi!" The emperor's voice trembled. He had thought about the worst case scenario. He even considered how to deal with it if the great master rushed over from Dongdu regardless of the consequences. But he never expected that there would be problems on the snow mountain.
Zhang Tianshi had already stood up. Seeing the worry on the emperor's face, he shook his head and said, "Now that things have come to this, let's see if he is willing to listen to what I have to say."
Having said that, Master Zhang slowly stretched out his hand and drew out the long sword behind him.
Thunder roared and entangled on the sword.
The ice broke in the side hall, and the old man with white hair and beard opposite him slowly opened his eyes.