Keyboard Immortal Chapter 888: Crash

Zuan An was silent, and after a long time he sighed: "Because I was obsessed with immortality, I was taken advantage of by this traitor Xu Fu. Now after nearly ten thousand years, I finally understand that there is no such thing as longevity in this world. technique."

Mi Li sneered: "It's rare for this to come out of your mouth."

Zuan didn't have any dissatisfaction, and continued: "Xu Fu, this yin-yang five-element array, can at most add some life essence to him, but if he lives in that kind of inhuman form, what's the point of being alive."

Mi Li asked: "Xu Fu said before that you were not in a state of death, why do you still exist now?"

Zuan explained: "In the battle of Dune, I was betrayed by those people. I knew that I would not be spared, so I left a strand of split soul and sealed it. To activate my split soul, I must practice " The existence of the Hongmeng Yuan Shi Jing was naturally invisible to Xu Fu."

"So you designed all this in the place where you sealed me?" Mi Li frowned, "But since you have made these preparations in advance, you are still being plotted by Xu Fu, which is really contemptible."

"I didn't design these to guard against Xu Fu," Zaan sighed, "I was mainly worried that the sacrificial formation would fail, so I made these arrangements in advance, waiting for someone to look for it in the future. Help me resurrect."

Mili's face changed, and he immediately reacted: "It turns out that it is not inheritance, but a bait, using "Hongmeng Yuanshi Jing" to lure future people to find the lower half, so that I can become your victim and help you rebirth! "

"What?" Bi Linglong was shocked when she heard that, what about the real Zaan?

Feeling the tension between the two women, Zaun frowned: "What is this guy's relationship to you?"

Mili said lightly: "It's my disciple."

Hearing this answer, the opposite party was obviously relieved: "Alright, he is also my descendant to a certain extent. Our husband and wife have taught the same person together."

"When you betrayed my elder sister, killed Fusu, and took me as a sacrifice, I don't think we are still husband and wife." Mi Li's face was calm, obviously he didn't want to discuss this with him, "You still have to stay here. At what point will his body not be able to withstand so long."

The anger between Zu An's eyebrows loomed, but it gradually dissipated after a while: "If someone dared to talk to me like this back then, they would have been divided by five horses."

Mili: "Haha."

Zuan sighed, "Waking up after so many years of sleep, I'm always reluctant to leave."

Mili was a little dissatisfied: "If you want to talk, just come out and say it, don't keep occupying his body."

She is aware of the aftermath of the keys, and worries that the longer Zaun drags on, the more damage Zaun will suffer.

"You are very concerned about this disciple," Zaan put away his smile. "Unfortunately, he is dying."

"What!" After hearing his words, Mi Li and Bi Linglong exclaimed.

Zuan's face was calm: "From the beginning, his body has a tendency to collapse. If I hadn't been working hard to repair it, he would have been wiped out by now."

Mili thought that was the case, and couldn't help sighing: "Thank you!"

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Zuan wanted to pat her hand in comfort, but unfortunately he couldn't do such a simple gesture, and could only smile bitterly and apologetically.

"Master, I'm afraid I'm going to implicate you."

Mi Li also squatted down beside him, her cold fingers resting on his pulse tightly, and while investigating the situation in his body, she replied, "If it wasn't for you, I would have died long ago, so what? will blame you."

Zuan wanted to say anything else, but Mi Li had already stopped him: "Let's not say anything else, did Ying Zheng leave you the second half of the "Hongmeng Yuanshi Jing" just now?"

Zuan snorted, nodding, he couldn't do it anymore, he just felt a splitting headache, his whole head seemed to explode, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices unknowingly.

Seeing this scene, Mi Li's eyes narrowed and he quickly said, "The second half is about to practice."

"It's useless to practice." Zuan smiled bitterly. When Ying Zheng was on his body, he did not lose consciousness. He could sense that Ying Zheng was running the Hongmeng Yuanshi Jing with all his strength to maintain his body, but unfortunately he still couldn't. prevent collapse.

The backlash from the key is too strong, especially when he blows such a big brute again.

Fortunately, there is a remnant of Ying Zheng's soul here. He didn't become Ying Zheng out of thin air, which caused the backlash to be much smaller.

But even so, this backlash is definitely not something he can resist now.

Although he thinks it's useless, giving up is not his style. He works hard to run the Qi of Hongmeng. Ying Zheng has just moved through the lower half of his body, and the luck route is still preserved. Otherwise, his current situation Most are unable to practice.

Mili nodded secretly, but still said: "Didn't you say it's useless to practice, why do you still need to practice?"

Zuan smiled: "I don't live for me alone. If I live for an extra minute, you will live for an extra minute. I can also see you for an extra minute."

Mi Li is a little lost, this bastard, even the master dares to tease.

Her face was slightly hot, and she glanced at Bi Linglong subconsciously. Seeing that her tears were raining down, she didn't notice the abnormality, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zuan reluctantly ran the second half of the Primordial Origin Sutra, and then said in a trembling voice, "I'm afraid I can't hold on... can't hold it, right..."

I fainted before I could say the whole person.

Bi Linglong was in a hurry: "Master, why is he not getting better at all."

Mili sighed: "It seems that the second half of the practice really can't heal his body."

"Isn't he dead?" Bi Linglong looked at Zaan in her arms sadly, her lips almost bleeding.

"There is another way." Mi Li suddenly said.

"What can I do?" Bi Linglong grabbed her hand tightly like a drowning person grabbing a straw, only to feel that the other party's hand was very icy.