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Just when I was holding the sloppy Taoist priest and not knowing what to do, Liang Yuna and Yuankong came towards me.

On Yuankong's back was Gu Haoran, who had fainted.

"Brother Luo, what's wrong?" Yuankong looked at me worriedly.

"I...I don't know. He was fine just now, but suddenly he vomited blood. I feel that his vitality is losing rapidly. What should I do?" I was helpless like a child, and my tears were like broken beads.

It hit the ground.

Liang Yuna knelt down and checked the sloppy Taoist priest, her face was very solemn.

"The energy and blood are retrograde and the spiritual power is exhausted. His original strength has been damaged. He must have used some secret method beyond his control to squeeze himself to the limit to become like this. But there should be hope."

As Liang Yuna spoke, she also fed the sloppy Taoist priest a pill and slapped it on his throat. The pill was swallowed into his stomach, but there was still blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

"His meridians are also broken a lot, and many blood vessels in his body are ruptured. It would be great if there is any way to help him stop the bleeding." Liang Yuna added.

At this moment, I remembered that I knew medical skills, and I was so scared just now.

So, I laid the sloppy Taoist priest flat on the ground, took out the silver needles from his body, and inserted a few needles into several large acupuncture points on his body to seal his blood vessels.

Over there, Yuankong put Gu Haoran on the ground, sat directly next to the sloppy Taoist priest, stretched out a hand and put it on his head, and then began to recite scriptures.

In the palm of your hand, there is a golden light shining.

At first, I thought Yuankong was trying to help a sloppy Taoist priest to be saved.

But after a while, I felt that the aura of the sloppy Taoist priest suddenly became much stronger, and then I realized that Yuankong was using the power of Buddhism to help the sloppy Taoist priest heal his injuries.

It took us a lot of hard work here to stabilize the condition of the sloppy Taoist priest, and he finally died.

At this time, Zhao Yangui and Su Wenyu came towards us. Both of them were injured. Su Wenyu's white clothes were stained with a lot of blood.

Both of their faces looked bad.

"Are you chasing them?" Liang Yuna looked at the two of them and asked.

Zhao Yangui shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Let him run away. This is the territory of the ghost king Zong La. He is more familiar with the environment than us. We lost him at first. When we found him, he had already jumped to the ground."

Haili, we did not continue to pursue him."

"Is he okay?" Su Wenyu looked at the sloppy Taoist priest lying there motionless.

"Still alive, but seriously injured." Liang Yuna said.

"The trick that Brother Luo used just now is called Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique. It is a powerful technique that can only be performed by inner disciples of Maoshan Sect. With his current cultivation level, he is still unable to activate such a powerful technique. He is doing it to save his life.

We planned to sacrifice ourselves, so we tried our best to activate this technique. Brother Luo is a good brother who truly values ​​love and justice!" Zhao Yangui said with a sigh.

After hearing what Zhao Yangui said, I realized that the sloppy Taoist priest actually used this kind of technique.

At that time, he felt that there was no other way. If he continued like this, all of us would die, so he had no choice but to use this fatal Maoshan magic.

At the critical moment, the sloppy Taoist priest would rather die than protect us brothers. I can even imagine how tragic his mood was when he used the Maoshan Divine Fighting Technique.

This guy just now smiled at me, obviously he couldn't hold on any longer, but the next moment he started vomiting blood, which really scared me to death.

When things have come to this point, the rest is no longer important. The first thing to do is to ensure that the sloppy Taoist priest and Gu Haoran are thorough.

I glanced at Zhao Yangui and said, "Let's find a place to rest first. The most important thing is to heal their injuries."

Zhao Yangui nodded and said, "Let's go, I'll contact Liu Zefeng and ask him to come and pick us up."

With that said, I carried the sloppy Taoist priest on my back, Yuankong carried Gu Haoran on his back, and we walked out of the woods.

This time we were much faster. When we reached the beach, we saw a boat docked in the direction of a reef, which was the boat that brought us here before.

Afterwards, a group of us boarded the boat. Liu Zefeng took the seriously injured and unconscious sloppy Taoist priest from my hands. He glanced at Gu Haoran who was carrying Yuankong and said with some surprise: "How come it's like this? It's done." Is it done yet?”

"Forget it, the news is not accurate. Ghost King Zongla's junior brother Puticha is also on the island. They ambushed us as soon as we approached Ghost King Zongala's residence." Zhao Yangui said depressedly.

"What's going on...we didn't see anyone entering this island?" Liu Zefeng said unexpectedly.

"It is very easy for a master like Puticha to enter this island without anyone noticing. With the manpower of our Wanluo Sect in Thailand, it is impossible to detect his traces," Zhao Yangui explained. road.

"Is Zong La dead?" Liu Zefeng asked again.

When he saw us coming back, he felt that Zong La had been killed by us.

Everyone will have this idea. If we fight hard, either they will die or we will die. It is difficult for the third situation to occur.

But Zong La still escaped.

"Puticha is dead and Zong La has escaped. We will talk about this later and find a place to settle down first." Zhao Yangui said with a solemn expression.

A group of us got on the boat and returned to the shore. Then Xiong Da picked us up at the pier and took us to a three-story villa in downtown Phuket.

During this time, this is our destination.

Yuankong and I put the two wounded people on the bed and helped them change out of their bloody clothes.

Zhao Yangui said to me: "Master Wu, please stay here for now. Brother Luo and Brother Gu are both seriously injured. I'll ask a doctor to come over and take a look at them."

"I only know some medical skills. I'm afraid ordinary doctors can't treat their injuries, right?" I said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible about this matter. Naturally, I can't hire an ordinary doctor. You guys can rest here and recover. I'll be back soon." Zhao Yangui said and went out.

Gu Haoran and the sloppy Taoist priest were arranged in a room. I glanced out the window and found that it was already dawn.

After struggling all night, the ghost king Zongla was not killed, but his junior brother Puticha was killed.

As a result, two of us were seriously injured. The enemy was injured by 1,000, and I was injured by 800. It felt a bit uneconomical.
Chapter completed!