Chapter 262

A young man quickly came to the man, pulled away his covered hair, and a handsome face came into sight. But under the temptation of the young man, the man had no breath in his mouth and nose, and there was no light around him.

The young man turned his eyes and kept searching the whole body. After more than ten interest, the young man looked depressed and said, "it's really bad luck. This guy doesn't even have a magic weapon."

"Elder martial brother Li, he... He's dead?" A disciple of Jiuhua immortal sect said tentatively.

The young man disdained to smile and said, "what's strange about a dead man in this million mile haoxuan mountain? Seeing that his whole body is broken, he must have been hurt like this by a monster, and finally exhausted here."

"Well, let's go back to the sect quickly. The provincial elders are worried about us."

The young man said hello and took a group of Jiuhua immortal sect disciples back to the sect gate. As for the dead body in the grass, naturally, these Jiuhua immortal sect disciples won't have a more look.

After all, in this vast land of immortals, the most important thing is the dead. These disciples are not surprised.

"Hey, Li Jiangliu, you're not going yet." A girl frowned and scolded a teenager behind her.

"Ah?"

"Coming, coming!"

Li Jiangliu was thin, dressed a little frugally, and had a childish color on his face. His cultivation was only a golden elixir. He couldn't bear to look at the corpse in the grass, and then quickly caught up with the people.

"Cluck!"

A female disciple sneered and said, "don't you know the river flow? He has a good heart. Even a little rabbit has died and has to be sad for a long time. It's estimated that he wants to bury him when he sees his poor death?"

"Jiangliu, it's not the elder martial brother who said that you've been a beginner for ten years, but you've just entered the golden elixir period. You know, you'll be the external disciple Dabi in three years. If you can't enter the Yuanying period, you'll be expelled from the Jiuhua immortal sect." Senior brother Li scolded angrily.

"Well, why do you say so much to this waste? With his current cultivation, how can he enter the yuan infant period in three years?" A senior sister said coldly.

Li Jiangliu's face was pale and there was a mist in his eyes. He resisted tears in his eyes, bowed his head and followed them back to Jiuhua immortal sect.

……

Night falls, the sky is full of stars,

A thin and weak figure controls the Dharma sword from the void, but his body is slightly unstable. Obviously, his skill of defending the sword is not so proficient.

"Found it!"

With a happy face, Li Jiangliu dived down with his sword Jue and fell directly next to a grass. Then he quickly picked up the body in the grass and went to the distance with his sword again.

Jiuhuaxianzong, factotum peak, Houshan.

This is a barren grove. Under the reflection of the stars, the thin figure of the Li river flow is reflected. The boy is manipulating the spirit sword to dig the ground, and soon dug out a three foot pit.

If this scene is seen by the disciples of Jiuhua Xianzong, they will scold him. The disciples of Jiuhua Xianzong even dig a pit with their spirit sword, which is really damaging the reputation of Jiuhua Xianzong.

"Elder, it's fate that you and I met. I can't bear to abandon my corpse in the wilderness. I can only simply dig a grave for you. You can rest in peace under the nine springs!"

Li Jiangliu worshipped the corpse three times, and his mouth was full of words. Obviously, it was not the first time for him to do such a thing.

After worshipping the unknown corpse on the ground, Li Jiangliu was about to bury the corpse, but before he started, the unknown corpse on the ground suddenly moved, the pale palm quietly pressed on the boy's bare feet, and an extremely weak voice came at the moment.

"Water... Water...!"

"Ah!"

Young Li Jiangliu screamed in horror. He was very harsh in the open woods, but he immediately covered his mouth and tried to calm himself down.

"He... He's not dead yet?"

The young Li Jiangliu whispered to himself. His face was a little complicated, but he still picked up the unknown body, put up his Dharma sword and went to his residence.

……

Jiuhua Xianzong, factotum peak.

There is nothing else except a simple stone house and a bed made of solid wood.

Ye Xuan's face was pale and his breathing was very weak. He was lying on his bed and fell into a coma.

Looking at Ye Xuan's pale and colorless face, young Li Jiangliu was afraid, but he still pulled out the cork of the water bag and carefully fed the clear spring water into Ye Xuan's mouth.

"Cough!"

A light cough came from ye Xuan's mouth, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth with the spring. He tried his best to open his eyes. There was a sense of thousands of needles in the spirit, which made Ye Xuan's face extremely distorted.

Pain, the pain of tearing the soul, made Ye Xuan resist without roaring. He tried his best to support his arms and wanted to stand up.

Bang!

The whole body was weak. Ye Xuan fell soft on the bed, and a lot of cold sweat wet his body. Obviously, he was very hard to move now.

"What a Yang Jian, what a broken immortal light!"

Ye Xuan whispered coldly. The murderous opportunity contained in the sound line also made the young man cold at the bottom of his heart. His eyes looking at Ye Xuan were even more afraid.

"You... Don't move... You're hurt too badly!" Li Jiangliu came to Ye Xuan with courage, and his voice trembled slightly.

When his thoughts turned, ye Xuan pressed down the murderous opportunity in his heart. His eyes coagulated and looked at the Li River. He knew that the boy in front of him had saved himself.

"Little brother, what's your name and where is this place?" Ye Xuan said quietly.

"My name is Li Jiangliu. I'm an external disciple of Jiuhua Xianzong. This is the factotum peak of Jiuhua Xianzong." The young man answered truthfully, but looked at Ye Xuan with a little curiosity.

"Jiuhua immortal sect?"

Ye Xuan's voice whispered, trying to recall the scene of his last war with Yang Jian.

Suddenly, ye Xuan remembered that he could resist Yang Jian's disillusioned immortal light by combining the taboo technique with the killing of the halberd, and then he fell into the lower world from the heaven.

"It seems that this is the fairyland, no doubt!"

Ye Xuan whispered to himself, which also relieved him. If he was still in heaven with his seriously injured body, the Jade Emperor would never let him go.

Looking at Ye Xuan, Li Jiangliu opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. He just looked at Ye Xuan with a look of doubt.

At this time, ye Xuan kept looking at his body and frowned tightly.

There was no immortal power in his body. A little use of the power of the yuan God made him extremely hurt. Obviously, he was hurt too badly in the battle with Yang Jian.

Now, it's extremely difficult to move his body, let alone mobilize a trace of immortal power. It's even more difficult for him to open Xumi space.