Chapter 674 - The direct disciple is Mozun (4)

Chapter 674 Personal Disciple Is Demon Lord (4)

In an instant, the entire mausoleum suddenly lit up.

I saw Sang Jian standing on the ground, holding the magic sword in one hand, and took out a night pearl from nowhere in the other hand, illuminating the entire mausoleum.

It is a mausoleum, but it is a cave with a stone gate.

There is nothing but her in it.

There was a blood hole in Sang Jian’s chest, the wound that hadn’t bled for a long time, the moment the sword was pulled out, it flowed out again.

The blood was dark red, not like a normal person, and there was a hint of magic.

The magic sword in his hand exuded a dark red gleam, and there was no blood on the sword, it was as clean as if it had just been sharpened and hadn’t been used.

“Tsk, it’s a good sword.” Sang Jian sighed with emotion.

“!!”

“Damn it, how did you get out? Aren’t you unable to move?” Yi Yuan was shocked!

Sangjian raised his eyebrows, “I tried to push it with my internal force, but I didn’t expect it to succeed. So now I’m really half-fused with it.”

Unary: “Is there such an operation?”

I mainly thought of this kind of operation, so I wouldn’t be locked up for so long!

“Then are you going out now?” Yi Yuan asked.

“What are you going out for?”

Sang Jian sat down on the ground, threw Wu Magic Sword and Ye Mingzhu aside, crossed his legs and began to meditate.

“I said I would wait for him, so I will definitely wait for him.”

One yuan:”…”

Sang Jian no longer cared about Yiyuan, and seriously repaired the wound on his chest.

The wound has been inserted for too long, and it will not be repaired in a while.

Sang Jian took out a few more bottles of pills from the space, and stuffed one into his mouth if he had nothing to do, so that he could heal faster.

One yuan:”…”

If he misunderstood, those pills don’t seem to be her own? But the original owner?

Has she gotten into character so quickly now? Don’t treat yourself as an outsider at all!

The original owner took a long time to get those pills!

It’s not her own, she doesn’t feel bad at all!

Yiyuan silently watched her mindlessly eating all kinds of pills, and finally couldn’t help but say, “You don’t even look at it? What if it’s poison?”

Sang Jian was serious, “A person who has been stabbed in the heart by a sword for thousands of years, is still afraid of mere poison?”

“…” It seems… is this reason?



The time in the mausoleum was dark, and Sang Jian didn’t know how long it had passed, until the wound on her chest gradually healed.

It has been so long that her cultivation base has risen to another level.

It was so long that she couldn’t help but want to take a bath outside.

If this continues, I feel like I’m going to grow bugs.

Just as she was about to sneak out and come back after taking a shower, a voice suddenly sounded outside the stone gate of the mausoleum.

Sang Jian stood at the door and paused.

The originally closed door suddenly opened a half-meter-long gap, and a figure rolled in from the outside.

The moment it rolled in, the stone door closed again.

Sang Jian held the Ye Mingzhu, condescendingly looked at the young man who had rolled to his feet, and said in his heart: It’s finally here.

The young man was lying on the ground in pain, with bruises on the corner of his mouth, his body was in a mess, blood and mud mixed together on his clothes, and he was in a state of extreme distress.

There is a night pearl, and the mausoleum is very bright. The young man seemed a little unaccustomed to the strong light, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Sang Jian pursed his lips slightly, stretched out his foot and kicked his leg, “Hello! Destined person who opened the door for me!”

As soon as Sang Jian’s feet touched the boy’s legs, he flinched all over, as if in pain and fear.

Sang Jian raised his eyebrows, squatted down, put Ye Mingzhu aside, and reached out to grab his arm covering his eyes.

“Little poor, you are hurt a little bit.”

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Lao Jiu is here!

Thank you for your rewards, good night~

(end of this chapter)