Eternal Pill Emperor

Mo Jingyun's face turned ugly, there was actually a Saint Stage Expert here, and it even had enmity with his master, this would be very troublesome.    

    

Puff!    

    

The calf spat out another mouthful of blood.    

    

Xiao Niu's face had turned purple, and the poison on his shoulder had already spread throughout his body.    

    

"Save him first!"    

    

No matter how powerful the enemy in front of him was, he couldn't let him die.    

    

Mo Jingyun flipped his right hand, and a few pills appeared in succession, all of them flying into the mouth of the little ox.    

    

Once these pills entered his mouth, they dissolved and turned into the purest medicinal energy that was absorbed by his body.    

    

At the same time, Mo Jingyun performed a profound technique to point at all 108 acupoints on Xiao Niu Zi's body, preventing the poison from corroding his organs.    

    

"It's useless. The poison in my Hidden Sects was created using a poison formula that has been around for countless tens of thousands of years. How is it something that you can cure? Maybe it's more like it when your master comes.    

    

It's a pity that your master is thousands of miles away, haha. "    

    

Saint Stage Martial Cultivator's face revealed a playful look. He was not only planning to kill Mo Jingyun, he was also going to torture him to death.    

    

Moreover, record all of this using a profound light technique. At that time, let Gu Xuan see it.    

    

When Gu Xuan finished reading, his mind would be broken down, and at that time, he would torture Gu Xuan to death. Only then, would he be considered to have avenged his brother.    

    

Mo Jingyun sneered.    

    

"I think that Hidden Sects is something that has been a turtle for too long. Even this kind of trash Ghost Valley Poison Pill thinks it's some kind of great killing machine.    

    

Why would my master need to do it himself if he wanted to cure this trash of a poison pill? I, Mo Jingyun am enough! "    

    

Saint Stage Martial Cultivator's face flashed with anger.    

    

"You think you can cure the Ghost Valley Poison Pill? Do you know that the Ghost Valley Poison Pill contains nine hundred and eighty-one poisons. Forty four days after refining it, then …"    

    

When Saint Stage Martial Cultivator said till here, he immediately stopped and could not continue anymore.    

    

Therefore, he was surprised to find that the skin on the calf had gradually returned to its normal color. Even its breathing had slowed down.    

    

Even the wound on his chest that was pierced by the dart had actually healed, and new flesh had grown out.    

    

"How is this possible?"    

    

Shock appeared on Saint Stage Martial Cultivator's face.    

    

"What's impossible?"    

    

Mo Jingyun stared at the man in front of him and laughed coldly.    

    

"You are underestimating me, no matter what, I am the disciple of the Pill Monarch! Grand Master of Medicine Refining, Mo Jingyun! "    

    

Mo Jingyun released a strong aura from his body, he stood straight and upright, as though he did not feel any fear because the person in front of him was a Saint Stage Expert.    

    

"You guys go first."    

    

Mo Jingyun pushed Xiao Niu Zi into the group behind him. There, he saw the ten-odd Ying Tian Sect Disciples.    

    

"Want to go? Today, none of you can even think of leaving, all of you will die! "    

    

Saint Stage Expert waved his hand and a few invisible walls condensed in the sky, blocking the people from the Ying Tian Sect and not giving them any path of retreat.    

    

Numerous disciples of the Ying Tian Sect had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.    

    

Mo Jingyun clenched his fists.    

    

These disciples had all come with him on this mission, but they had never thought that they would fall into such a desperate situation.    

    

Generally speaking, experts had the so-called dignity of experts. They wouldn't recklessly kill the disciples of the younger generation.    

    

If a Semi-Saint were to, for no reason, run away and kill a Martial Cultivator with Emperor Level, he would be despised.    

    

Only in a situation where there was a huge disparity in power between the two powers, would someone do such a thing.    

    

Otherwise, if the strength of the two forces were equal and the higher-ups sent out to kill the low-level disciples of the hostile forces and destroy their foundation, then the two forces would have more or less perished together.    

    

As a result, there was a tacit understanding among the junior disciples that did not kill any enemy.    

    

Especially today's situation. The enemy was a dignified Saint Stage Expert, yet under broad daylight, they actually did not even let go of their group of Emperor Level Martial Cultivator s. This was equivalent to publicly declaring war on their Ying Tian Sect.    

    

It was likely that both sides would immediately reach a dead-end situation. There was no way to salvage the situation.    

    

Mo Jingyun's face became a little ugly. It was clear that the other party had come with the thought of killing off all of their Ying Tian Sect.    

    

"Who exactly are you? Even if you want me to die, you have to at least let me die for you, right? "    

    

Mo Jingyun stared coldly at the Saint Stage Martial Cultivator in front of him. He had already sent out the distress signal a long time ago.    

    

Saint Stage Martial Cultivator acted as if he had seen through Mo Jingyun's thoughts.    

    

"After saying so much nonsense, you really want to stall for time?" Unfortunately, the distance between here and Ying Tian Sect was too far, so Gu Xuan wasn't able to make it here.    

    

You don't need to know too much, you just need to know, this Saint's name is Xue Bazhong, that is enough! "    

    

With that, Xue Bazhong laughed sinisterly. He pressed his right palm into the air and a Sky-Reaching Giant Palm dropped from the sky.    

    

The vast amount of power caused the Space to distort and distort.    

    

Under the force of this palm, the group of Ying Tian Sect disciples behind Mo Jingyun had long ago vomited blood. Being able to barely stand could already be considered rare.    

    

Even though Mo Jingyun had already been promoted to Semi-Saint, he still felt suffocated, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his neck.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

Amongst the Spatial Spiritual Treasure on Mo Jingyun's body, the figure of Divine Beast Suan Ni suddenly jumped out, flying towards the gigantic palm that was coming down from the sky.    

    

"Xie Er?"    

    

Mo Jingyun laughed bitterly, this was the Dao Sect Sect Protecting Divine Beast that Li Xieyun had subdued back then. Although it was only a clone, it still possessed the power of the Semi-Saint.    

    

However, Semi-Saint was unable to withstand a single blow from Xue Bazhong.    

    

With a bang, Xie Er's body exploded.    

    

Then, the Sky-Reaching Giant Palm in the sky continued to press down.    

    

"I never thought that I, Mo Jingyun, would die here without knowing why."    

    

Mo Jingyun seemed to have given up even if he wanted to resist. He was not Gu Xuan, and under this palm, he did not have any strength to resist.    

    

Mo Jingyun closed his eyes.    

    

Behind him, a dozen or so Ying Tian Sect disciples also closed their eyes.    

    

However, the Sky-Reaching Giant Palm that should have descended and turned them into meat patties did not appear for a long time.    

    

"Huh?"    

    

Mo Jingyun could not help but open his eyes.    

    

"Master, Ol 'Three!" You're here? How could this be … Why are you two here? "    

    

Mo Jingyun was indescribably excited, even his speech was a little incoherent.    

    

"Of course we have to be here, and we have to be here as well. Otherwise, wouldn't you be a dead man by now? Second brother, second brother, you're just too weak. It's just a mere Saint Stage, but you're actually so scared that you don't even dare to retaliate.    

    

Li Xieyun's mocking voice sounded out in Mo Jingyun's ears.    

    

Normally, Mo Jingyun would rush forward to fight with Li Xieyun, but now, he felt that even the mocking voice was so pleasant to hear, so pleasant to hear.    

    

"It's good to be alive."    

    

Mo Jingyun heaved a sigh of relief and actually started sighing.    

    

"Yes, it's good to be alive! So, Xue Bazhong, why did you come here to seek death? "    

    

Gu Xuan stared at Xue Bazhong and laughed coldly.