Asking about longevity

Zhang Lan and the others began to surround and kill the abandoned camp.

After a while, a monk in white rushed out of the camp.

The Taoist robe he was wearing was gorgeous and looked expensive, but he had been on the run for half a month and was covered in mud and his clothes were in rags.

The face is similar to the one seen in the ink painting, but it is much older, and the rotten skin is peeling off.

It seems that because I didn't take supplements, the evil energy came back and my appearance began to age and become decayed.

It was indeed the evil cultivator who practiced the tonic technique.

After Zhang Lan and the others confirmed it, they started taking action without saying a word without any mercy.

The evil cultivator spat and started to fight.

The battle between the two sides is about to break out.

Mo Hua hid far away and secretly watched them fight.

Zhang Lan is a spiritual practitioner, good at water spells, and has great power. He cast a spell in the distance, and the water-shaped sword energy condensed and attacked the evil cultivator continuously.

Situ Fang and Situ Xiu are both physical practitioners, and both practice swordsmanship.

Situ Fang's knife was thin and light. It was wrapped with light green spiritual power, and its power was fast and dense. Situ Xiu opened and closed widely, stimulating the physical body with spiritual power, and the whole body was ignited with pale golden light.

The two of them fought in close quarters and dragged the evil cultivator away.

That evil cultivator seemed to be an individual cultivator, with great blood, and the weapon he used was an iron fan with thinly painted beauties painted on it.

When the iron fan is waved, pink spiritual energy fluctuations will be emitted.

No wonder he is an evil cultivator, even the color of his spiritual power is not decent...

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

The evil cultivator's cultivation should be at the ninth level of Qi refining, so he was no match for Zhang Lan and the others, but his victory was due to his good body skills. He could maneuver under the attacks of the two Situ men, and he could also avoid Zhang Lan's water-shaped sword energy as much as possible.

But no matter how good his body skills were, under the siege of three people, he gradually couldn't hold on anymore.

Every time he was struck by sword energy, his injuries became more serious. Every time he was slashed by Situ Fang, more streaks of blood flowed from his body.

Moreover, the light green spiritual power at the wound was still preventing his wound from healing.

After a while, the evil cultivator was hit by Zhang Lan's sword energy and fell to the ground, motionless.

Mo Hua did not act rashly until he saw Zhang Lan locking the evil cultivator with shackles, and then he ran out.

"Did you die?" Mo Hua asked.

"No, this beast is dying."

Mo Hua scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and found that the spiritual power in the evil cultivator was still flowing.

"Are all evil cultivators so tough?" Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan said: "Not all of them, but most of them are more difficult to deal with. Although evil practices have great disadvantages, they are also very powerful. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people falling into evil heretics."

Mo Hua nodded.

The evil cultivator had been caught, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Situ Xiu asked: "What should we do next?"

Zhang Lan kicked the evil cultivator and said, "Take this beast back and send it to the Daoting Division. After interrogation, he will be convicted according to law. Mr. An also has an explanation."

"Mr. An?" Mo Hua glanced at Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan spilled the beans and looked up at the sky, pretending that he didn't say anything.

Situ Fang and Situ Xiu cut down a few trees, made a raft, and put Xie Xiu on it, preparing to drag it back.

Mo Hua stared at the evil cultivator for a long time, and suddenly reminded him kindly:

"I'm going to break my legs."

"Ah?" Situ Fang was stunned.

"The meridians will also be destroyed, and the sea of ​​qi will be shattered!"

Situ Fang was stunned.

Why is this kid saying horrible things with such a cute face...

Zhang Lan thought for a while, "It makes sense."

Situ Fang hesitated, "The person has been caught and has no ability to resist. By doing this, are we abusing our private behavior..."

"We only temporarily restrained him, not caught." Mo Hua corrected.

"Is this possible..." Situ Fang hesitated.

Zhang Lan had already drawn his sword and was about to cut Xie Xiu's meridians.

Mo Hua didn't understand why Zhang Lan was equipped with a sword when he was obviously a spiritual cultivator. He thought it was just to show off.

Now I understand that even if it is spiritual practice, just using spells and a sword or something can be used in case of emergencies.

At least cutting off people's meridians would be much more convenient.

But before Zhang Lan's sword stabbed down, Xie Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, shook his hands, and the chain fell off.

Zhang Lan's eyes narrowed and his sword edge accelerated.

Xie Xiu twisted his body and avoided the vital point. The sword only scratched a layer of blood.

"Be careful!" Zhang Lan shouted.

The moment Xie Xiu opened his eyes, Mo Hua had already retreated a few feet away.

When he scanned with his spiritual consciousness before, he felt that the evil cultivator's spiritual power fluctuations were strange.

But I didn't expect that this evil cultivator would be so scheming and his fate would be so hard. He had been scarred before, but now he still had the strength to resist.

The evil cultivator dodged Zhang Lan's sword and hit Zhang Lan's face with his palm.

Zhang Lan's face condensed, and he retreated to avoid it. At this distance, there was no time to use magic, so he could only thrust out a sword with his backhand.

The evil cultivator did not accept the attack at all. He suddenly appeared next to Situ Xiu who was about to strike with his sword.

Situ Xiu originally wanted to take advantage of the evil cultivator's inattention and attack from behind with his sword, but he didn't expect that the evil cultivator had already noticed it and used a strange movement to get around him.

He failed to make a sneak attack, but was attacked by a sneak attack. He was hit in the ribs with a palm from the evil cultivator. He vomited blood and flew to the side.

This palm hurt his heart, and strange spiritual power penetrated into his organs with the force.

Only then did Situ Xiu realize that this evil cultivator had not tried his best before!

But he knew it was a little late. In a short period of time, he had no power to fight anymore.

Situ Fang also drew her sword and struck at the evil cultivator with one strike. After a few moves, she suddenly felt that her whole body was sore and weak, and her meridians were corroded by the pink evil spiritual power, and her own spiritual power could not function.

The spiritual power of this evil cultivator is poisonous!

It was not noticed during the previous battle, but it took a long time for the toxicity to gradually develop.

Situ Fang forced his luck, but suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the evil cultivator angrily.

Xie Xiu licked his lips, looked at Situ Fang and said, "Not bad!"

He hasn't taken supplements for a month.

He needs to vent his evil fire and replenish his spiritual power.

The evil cultivator's eyes wandered over Situ Fang, his heart trembling. When he was slightly distracted, a light blue sword energy penetrated directly through his shoulder.

The evil cultivator was extremely angry, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he turned around to look.

Not far away, Zhang Lan pointed at Ningjian and looked at him with cold eyes.

There is another problem.

The evil cultivator calmed down and thought that unless Zhang Lan was dealt with, he still wouldn't be able to get away.

Even if he ran away, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long in this dangerous Black Mountain.

The body is depleted and evil fire is growing, so he needs to take supplements.

As long as Zhang Lan is killed...

Xie Xiu's eyes flashed sharply and he walked straight towards Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan's heart trembled, what a fast movement!

This evil cultivator's movement is faster and weirder than before. Did he really hold back before...

"Okay, I'll meet you!"

Zhang Lan focused his eyes and performed the Falling Flower Step, and suddenly there were many figures, as graceful as falling flowers.

Xie Xiu was taken aback.

The body skills of this monk from Tingsi were not weaker than his.

He is a flower picker who relies on his body skills to make a living!

The evil cultivator was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, but he had to try his best. He fought with Zhang Lan for more than ten rounds, but he still didn't hurt Zhang Lan.

And Zhang Lan has figured out his true and false, and between advancing and retreating, he still has time to condense his sword energy to deter evil cultivators.

Just when Zhang Lan wanted to seize the evil cultivator's flaw and kill him with sword energy, the evil cultivator suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Lan let go of his consciousness, but still felt nothing.

Suddenly, he felt alarmed, looked at the ink painting in the distance, and shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

At the same time, a shadow flashed behind Mo Hua, and the evil cultivator appeared with a hoarse and fierce voice:

"Kid, are you going to break my leg?"