Capítulo 21: Sorry, I'm late
The Xuanmiao cultivation was too powerful. With the blessing of the Yuanying Realm, he soon slew all the Qingcheng Sect monks who stood in his way!
He saw Ye Tian carrying Chen Su on his back, sucking blood while killing his way towards the gate of Qingcheng Sect, with a gloomy expression between his eyebrows.
"How could this Wugou Xianqu be so demonic? It's all because of Chen Su, who didn't guide him to the right path!"
Saying this, Xuanmiao directly rushed towards Ye Tian!
At this moment, Ye Tian had already killed so many people that he had become numb to it. A monk from the Jiulong Temple at the early stage of Jiedan Realm broke through the encirclement and came to his front, only to be slain by him with one sword. His blood was instantly sucked away, turning him into a mummy!
Just then, a Buddhist monk's staff descended from the sky and was planted directly in front of Ye Tian.
Xuanmiao landed in front of him, glaring angrily at Ye Tian.
"Evil spirit! You have fallen into a demonic obstacle. Wake up quickly!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tian raised his blood-covered face to look at Xuanmiao, licked his lips, and his eyes were filled with insanity.
"Demonic obstacle?"
"You hypocritical monk, you connive at your monks to indiscriminately kill the innocent. Aren't you the demonic obstacle?"
"If it weren't for your relentless pursuit, how could I have ended up in this situation?"
"What qualifies you to judge me?"
Seeing the insanity in Ye Tian's eyes, Xuanmiao's expression darkened.
"You suck human blood and your mind is already in chaos. Surrender now!"
"Fuck you!"
Faced with Xuanmiao's hypocritical words, Ye Tian cursed directly!
Even back at the Jiulong Temple, he had been disgusted by Xuanmiao's hypocrisy, and now he finally had the chance to vent his anger!
Upon hearing this, Xuanmiao's expression darkened, and with a wave of his hand, the staff glowed brightly and slammed directly into Ye Tian's knee, crushing it!
Ye Tian cried out in pain, his legs gave way, and he could no longer stand steady. He fell to the ground, and Chen Su rolled off his back.
But there was still defiance and mockery in Ye Tian's eyes.
"Hypocritical monk, you can only bully the weak and fear the strong. You were like this at the Jiulong Temple, and you're still the same now!"
"Well said!"
Listening to Ye Tian's words, Chen Su, who had fallen to the side, laughed heartily.
Although Chen Su was still weak at this moment, after resting for a while, some color had returned to his face, and he spoke more fluently.
He reached out to brush off the bloodstains on his body, stumbled to his feet, and walked unsteadily to Ye Tian's side, looking at Xuanmiao.
"Xuanmiao, the hypocritical monk, have you been waiting for this day for a long time?"
"You usually hide like a turtle in the Jiulong Temple, only daring to do such cowardly things as taking advantage of others' misfortunes."
Upon hearing this, Xuanmiao's expression darkened, but then he laughed heartily.
"Chen Su, what's the use of just relying on words?"
"If it were under normal circumstances, I might fear you a little, but you are now exhausted and helpless. What can you do to me?"
Saying this, Xuanmiao proudly pointed to the corpses scattered throughout the sect.
"Look, the disciples of your Qingcheng Sect are lying dead everywhere, and look at your beloved disciple, whom I have crippled. You can only watch helplessly. How does that feel?"
"Do you feel like years of hard work have been destroyed in an instant, and your heart is wracked with pain?"
As he spoke, the smug look on Xuanmiao's face became more and more pronounced, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction.
"When you invaded my Jiulong Temple and publicly humiliated my Buddhist temple, destroying my golden body, did you ever imagine that one day you would end up like this?"
Looking at Xuanmiao's smug expression, Chen Su shook his head and struggled to bend down to pick up the Suxin sword.
Seeing this, Xuanmiao laughed heartily, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
"Chen Su, what are you doing?"
"You have borne the brunt of the heavenly tribulation and are now a spent force. What can you do even if you pick up the sword? Can you kill me?"
"Or are you ashamed to face people and preparing to commit suicide with that sword?"
Xuanmiao's words were full of mockery towards Chen Su, but he didn't dare to relax his guard, afraid that Chen Su still had some tricks up his sleeve.
However, Chen Su slowly walked to Ye Tian's side, bent down, and gently touched Ye Tian's face.
"Disciple, it's all my fault. I failed to protect you and caused you to suffer."
"At this point, I still have one way to help you escape."
"When you were killing just now, did you find the blood of cultivators sweet and delicious?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tian's expression shook, and his pupils dilated.
"Master, what are you going to do?"
Xuanmiao in front of them also changed his expression.
"Chen Su, what do you intend to do?"
Chen Su did not answer but instead held the sword horizontally against his wrist and lightly sliced it.
Instantly, blood gushed out like a fountain.
He held his wrist out towards Ye Tian's mouth and said gently, "Here, drink it."
Seeing Chen Su's actions, Ye Tian was deeply shocked and immediately understood what Chen Su intended to do!
He quickly shook his head.
"No, I don't want to!"
Although Ye Tian tried his best to refuse, strangely, when Chen Su's wrist was held up to his mouth, an unprecedented desire to drink blood arose from the depths of his heart.
It was stronger than any moment before!
As if Chen Su's blood was the most delicious thing in the world!
Chen Su's gentle and persuasive words sounded in Ye Tian's ears at the right moment.
"You can absorb the qi from the blood of cultivators to restore your strength and even heal your injuries."
"Drink it, and you can recover from your injuries and escape. If you don't drink it, both of us will die here today, and then my sacrifice will have been in vain..."
"Survive, don't be a saint!"
In an instant, the bloodthirsty urge in Ye Tian's eyes overcame his reason, and he lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite down on Chen Su's wrist, frantically sucking his blood!
Chen Su's complexion visibly paled, and his body rapidly shriveled!
On the other hand, Ye Tian's complexion became rosy, and his injuries quickly healed, and his aura soared powerfully!
Seeing this, Xuanmiao's expression changed.
"Heretic! How can we allow you to continue?"
Before he finished speaking, Xuanmiao clasped his hands and chanted an incantation. The golden rings on the staff chimed and rose into the sky, slamming down towards Chen Su and Ye Tian!
Chen Su was transferring his blood to Ye Tian, and they needed a medium. If Xuanmiao interrupted this medium, they wouldn't be able to continue!
At this moment, he deeply regretted not attacking earlier and allowing Chen Su and the others to fight like trapped animals!
Looking at Xuanmiao's actions, Chen Su's pale face was filled with mockery.
"Xuanmiao, do you really think you can stop me?"
Seeing the look on Chen Su's face, Xuanmiao felt a shock in his heart.
Even at this moment, Chen Su remained calm. What was he still relying on?
Xuanmiao's heart was in turmoil, and he shouted loudly, "Just putting on a facade! Die!"
The golden ring and staff suddenly increased in speed, slamming down towards Chen Su and the others!
Just then, a figure suddenly rushed forward and stood in front of Ye Tian and Chen Su, blocking the staff.
Clang!
A loud sound of metal clashing resounded, and terrifying energy exploded in all directions!
In their field of vision, a strong and sturdy man with a simple appearance held a八卦copper mirror in his hand, blocking the staff.
He turned his head and gave Ye Tian and Chen Su a simple smile, revealing his bright white teeth.
"Sorry, I'm late."
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