Chapter 502 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (37)

Yanrong was surrounded by two of them, and Shen Mubai had three of them, so she had no time to separate. She could only throw a powerful magic weapon at the opponent to protect him, and then started fighting with the three again. .

It's just that she had already mobilized some energy when she was on it, and when she dealt with the Fire Beast before, her Dantian, which was already damaged, was hit hard again. Although she pretended to be fine on the surface, in fact she was the only one in the situation. People understand.

So after playing for a while, he was already at a slight disadvantage.

Yanrong over there noticed that although he had a very difficult time dealing with it, when he thought that his master would be injured again, he came over regardless.

The two monsters tripped him.

As for Shen Mubai, after losing ground, the spiritual energy in her dantian gradually disappeared. She replenished it with the spiritual stones in her storage bag, and charged up to kill one of them.

It's just that this monster can't tell what class it is. It's difficult and powerful. Even though Shen Mubai has many magic weapons, there's nothing he can do about them for the time being.

So when he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood from his throat, Shen Mubai was negligent for a moment, and the sword in his hand was knocked away. The two monsters stared straight at her with their blood-red eyes, and pounced at her the next moment.

The body fell hard to the ground, and his brain became a little confused. Shen Mubai's body had reached the end of his strength, and he could only try his best to avoid the blow, but half of his body was still injured, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood again. .

Yan Rong over there let out a muffled groan, and a large piece of flesh and blood was scraped off his arm. His eyes were red, and a dangerous and dark aura erupted from his body, causing the monsters to pause and subconsciously take a few steps back. .

But in the next second, his body was chopped to pieces with a bronze sword from top to bottom.

Yanrong's face was stained with blood, and he walked step by step towards the unconscious woman. His pupils were red with a hint of black, and there was a dim firelight all over his body. He looked devilish and extremely dangerous. .

Touching the side of the woman's face with his hand, Yanrong picked her up and said in a low voice, "Master."

The entire space fell apart like fragments under his feet, and transformed into another scene again.

The dark and narrow space, where you can't see your fingers, gives people a feeling of suffocation. It is so quiet that you can't even notice the passage of time, which makes people feel scared.

An imperceptible sigh sounded, containing a hint of wonder and a hint of pity.

There was some vigilance in Yanrong's eyes, she hugged the person in her arms tightly, and said in a deep tone, "Who?"

"Devil Spirit Root, a gift that only comes once in tens of thousands of years." The voice seemed to have gone through many vicissitudes of life, but it also had an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Even though he didn't show up, the invisible pressure made people breathless.

Yanrong hugged the person in her arms tightly and said in a cold tone, "What do you want to do, senior?"

The owner of the voice paused slightly, "Don't worry, I won't touch your master's hair."

The vigilance in Yanrong's eyes has not faded away even a bit, and the whole person is in a tense state, paying full attention to the movements around him.

The voice said helplessly, "If I wanted to hurt you, why would I talk so much nonsense to you?"

The banquet was silent.

The voice continued, "Do you know about the magic spirit root?"

Yanrong had never heard of it, but just hearing the name, he frowned slightly and said, "Senior, tell me what you have to say."