nzilong's eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he himself didn't know what this thing was.Just as Guishanhe said, the first two things Pangjia took out were for show, at least they knew they were...It was already nightfall, and Ye Bufan's figure was like a meteor streaking across the night sky. After a few breaths, he arrived dozens of miles away.

And across from him, three figures dashed towards him from afar.

At the front was a monk in a gray robe. He originally had a scar on his forehead, and his appearance was solemn.

He was now covered in blood from head to toe, his robes tattered and torn, his two arms hanging limply at his sides.

Blood streamed from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as a sheet, and his flying speed was gradually decreasing. It was clear he was seriously injured.

Two figures in black robes were hot on his heels, both clearly powerful cultivators of the Void-Dwelling Realm.

And all over his body was a swirling black aura, a characteristic unique to powerful cultivators from the Demon Sect.

“Bald donkey, why are you running You will die today!”

The cloaked figure at the head roared with arrogant laughter, then thrust out a hand. In an instant, demonic energy transformed into two lances that whistled towards the monk's legs.

The grey-robed monk was originally at the Cave Dwelling Realm, but now, due to his severe injuries and having fled for a long time as a spent arrow, he is clearly unable to dodge.

In the blink of an eye, two demon guns pierced straight through his thighs, leaving behind two egg-sized blood holes. Blood gushed out profusely.

Though the shots were in the thighs, they proved to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The monk could no longer hold on and plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the ground, followed by another mouthful of blood.

"Haha, bald donkey, now you're done, aren't you"

Two figures in black robes followed closely, plummeting from mid-air.

"The man who just made the move let out a burst of triumphant laughter, "Not bad, the soul of a Void-Dwelling Realm expert, and still a monk whose yang essence is unspent. He'll be mine soon enough."

Even though the monk appeared to be a high-ranking dharma master, his face was now flushed with anger, his eyes bloodshot.

"Demonic bandits, Buddha will not let you go. You shall surely enter the eighteenth hell!"

"Buddha How laughable, I'll send you to see the Buddha right now!"

The robed figure let out another maniacal laugh, then a demonic spear whooshed out, aimed straight for the monk's face. This time, it was clear he meant to kill.

"Amitabha!"

The grey-robed monk offered no resistance whatsoever. He murmured a Buddhist chant and then closed his eyes.

Just then, a golden light slashed through the night sky like a meteor, its powerful blade energy instantly pulverizing the black magic spear as it passed.

"Who is it"

The smirking figure in black robes was startled and looked up. A young man stood before the monk, brandishing a golden long sword in his hand.

The one who came was Ye Bufan. He had no good feelings for the people of the Demon Sect, so he casually rescued the monk.

And at this moment, the grey-robed monk relaxed his spirit and fainted directly. His injuries were truly too severe.

After a brief moment of shock, the cloaked man coldly called out: "Boy, who are you To dare defy my Demonic Sect, don't you want to live Are you not afraid of being exterminated along with your nine clans"

"Die!"

Ye Bufan was too lazy to waste words with him. His figure flashed, arriving behind the man in black robes, and with a casual slash of his sword.

"Ouch!"

The man in black was startled. He hadn't used his magic gun to its full potential just now, so he didn't take the other party's actions seriously.

I never expected Ye Bufan's speed to be this fast, and his cultivation level is much higher than mine.

Now that it was too late to dodge, he could only once again conjure a black magic spear and thrust it back.

He was only at the beginning stage of the Void Realm, how could he possibly withstand Ye Bufan's power The demonic energy transformed into a demonic spear, unable to resist the onslaught of Dragon Fang at all.

A golden blade flashed, cleaving the demonic spear apart like dry twigs. The black-robed man's head then flew off his shoulders.

As soon as his primordial spirit flew out, it was directly taken in by the Refining Demon Bottle.

Another black-robed man, seeing that things were going badly, surged with demonic energy, transforming into a cloud of darkness and preparing to escape using a secret technique.

Ye Bufan, having taken out the spirit-refining bottle, wouldn't let him escape. He directly launched a soul-severing blade.

Now his mental power has reached the early stage of Mahayana, and the power of the Soul Severing Blade has increased by a hundredfold. It is simply impossible for a cultivator in the Void Core Stage to withstand it.

Just as the Roamer in Black was about to escape, he felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness. Then, the black qi dissipated, and his body reappeared.

He felt a splitting headache, as if his head were about to explode.

At that very moment, the dragon fang roared past, directly rolling up his head, and then the pill bottle collected his primordial spirit.

Ye Bufan once again used his divine sense to scan for a hundred miles, making sure no other members of the demon sect were present, before turning back towards the gray-robed monk.

Looking at the monk's wounds, he secretly sighed in his heart. This monk might have really touched Buddha's heart, causing him to meet himself. Otherwise, with such a serious injury, he would surely die.

He first shoved a Huichun Pill into the monk's mouth, reattaching his severed limbs. Then, he used the Returning Soul Nine Needles to repair the injured meridians.

After about half an hour of frantic effort, the monk's life was finally saved.

He slowly opened his eyes, saw Ye Bufan, and glanced around before confirming that he was alive.

Then, with a look of urgency, he exclaimed: "Young master, quickly send for help to Heaven Dragon Temple, it will be too late if we don't hurry..."

"Tianyong Temple"

Ye Bufan had heard the name Tianshang Temple these days. It is one of the five Great Eight Star Sects in Tianqiong Prefecture.

When he was in the Endless Forest, he still lamented that these monks hadn't come. Now it seems they have encountered a major problem and are too busy to worry about anything else.

But he didn't plan to save Tianlong Temple either. He directly knocked out the monk with a finger and then flew back to the imperial city of Tianshang Empire, carrying him along.

As soon as they entered the ancient medicine clinic, a crowd immediately gathered around them.

Hu Yaoyao asked: "Little brother, have you gotten the Five-Colored Xuan Stone"

"No, that guy is a con artist. He has nothing."

He didn't say much about the destruction of Starry Sky Sect's Master and Elder. Since the other party concealed their identity, there was no benefit to be gained from revealing such a thing, so he naturally wouldn't speak out about it.

"Damn, this is too realistic."

Hu YaoYao angrily cursed, then turned to look at the gray-robed monk Ye Bufan had brought in.

"Little brother, who is this guy Couldn't that just be the one from before He doesn't seem quite right physically."

Ye Bufan said, "No, this is a monk I happened to save. He says he's from Tianlong Temple."

Upon hearing this, Xi Men Jia Yin turned to look over, her expression shifting slightly.

"Isn't this Fa Xiang Master, one of the Eight Great Vajra Kings of Shaolin Temple He is also a cultivator at the Dongxu stage. How could he be injured like this"

"He was being chased by people from the Demon Sect. I haven't asked about the details yet."

Ye Bufan said, raising his hand and releasing the monk's acupoints.

Ye Bufan's medical skills are divine, and coupled with his recuperation over the past period of time, Fa Xiang's injuries have recovered considerably.

He opened his eyes and looked around. At the first glance, he saw Xi Mengya, and his expression became excited and jumped up immediately.

"Master Ximen, the Heavenly Dragon Temple is in trouble, please lend a hand!"

Ximen JiaYin said: "Master Fa Xiang, please don't be so anxious. Take your time and tell us what happened."uddenly burst forth, instantly reaching behind Jiutian. Then, a true essence giant hand grabbed down fiercely.Feeling the pressure coming from behind, Ye Bufan couldn't help but feel a tightness in h...