4895. Chapter 4895 Rescue the Nine Heavens Holy Palace 3
Ling Xuejiao and the old man heard the sound and immediately turned their heads to look. Suddenly, another old man from Jiuhua Palace fell directly from the air, motionless, his life or death unknown, while Jiu Mu, who was fighting with him, slowly fell to the ground. When the old man facing Ling Xuejiu saw this, his expression changed and he asked in surprise: "How could this happen?" Jiu Mu's cultivation level was only at the early stage of transcending the tribulation, and his companion had already reached the late stage of transcending the tribulation. It seems that his companions should be able to easily defeat their opponents. But now, his companion was defeated, which was really hard for him to believe.
Not only him, but also Ling Xuejiu was a little surprised. When the two of them were stunned, a sharp blade suddenly condensed in the air, and then slashed hard at the transparent bubble. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the transparent bubble instantly shattered. As soon as the bubble burst, the fire phoenix trapped inside immediately regained its freedom. It raised its head and let out a sharp scream, then rushed towards the old man. In the blink of an eye, the old man's body was engulfed in scorching flames. In the midst of the raging flames, the old man quickly activated the golden ball in his hand to condense a transparent bubble, covering himself in it to resist the burning of the raging flames. However, just as the transparent bubble condensed, another beam of sword light fell from the sky, with fierce force, directly smashing the transparent bubble into pieces. For a moment, scorching flames surged in, instantly engulfing the old man's body, and miserable screams resounded in everyone's ears.
A moment later, when the flames gradually receded, the old man was seen to have disappeared, leaving only a pile of white powder on the ground.
Ling Xuejiu was stunned. She didn't care about the old man's fate, but fixed her gaze directly on the young man in purple, her eyes filled with crystal tears.
Seeing this, the young man smiled slightly, walked slowly to her, and said softly: "Fajiu, are you okay?" Ling Xuejiu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and sobbed softly: "I thought you... ..." The young man smiled and said, "Aren't I standing in front of you properly now? Well, don't cry. You are a saint. If others see you crying, you will not be able to lead the crowd in the future."
Ling Xuejiu flattened her mouth, seemingly filled with endless grievances, and said after a long time: "As long as you are fine!"
At this time, Jiumu stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Thankfully, Hall Master Leng came to help me just now. Otherwise, I would have died here." Leng Xuan smiled calmly and said, "The Eighth Elder is too polite, if I hadn't pretended to be As a disciple of Jiuhua Palace, it is not so easy to succeed in a sneak attack." Hearing this, Jiu Mu asked tentatively: "Um... Palace Master Leng has recovered?" Leng Xuan naturally knew what he meant, he nodded and said: "Yes, This is also thanks to Abbot Huijue and Master Qianjie of Dajue Temple. Alas, I have done a lot of ridiculous things during this period. I am really sorry for everyone." After a pause, he continued: "Abbot Huijue You told me that you were in danger, so I rushed over immediately. I was relieved to see that you were okay." After saying this, Ling Xuejiu's knees weakened and he fell forward.
Seeing this, Leng Xuan quickly stretched out his hand to support her body and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?" Jiu Mu sighed softly: "That day, the saint fought against the two elders of Jiuhua Palace alone, and was injured by them. , If not, the old guy just now is no match for the Saint."