Chapter 109:

This group of demons was very treacherous, deliberately deceiving the reinforcements from the other side into the trap to ensure that they would reappear without fail.
If these are in line with the so-called demonic habits, then the trapped spirit circle at his feet can't be explained at this time. You know, the physiques of the demons and the human race are different. These demons will not have such a thorough understanding of the magic circle of the human world soon after they arrived in the human world. Thinking about it this way, the situation can only be--
The black-haired young man looked for a while among the magic repairs at the entrance of the cave, and found a human shadow behind the head of the magic repair.
[Luo Tao, favorability index 6, attitude is hostile]This middle-aged man with eyebrows and squirrel eyes stood swaying among the group of magic cultivators, triumphantly looking at Lin Zhizhi who was in the trap.
Obviously, this person had reached an agreement with the demons early on, betraying the human monks who came to help, and "contributing" magic weapons in exchange for vitality.
The man’s sight collided with Lin Zhizhi. Facing the silent questioning of the reinforcements, instead of being ashamed, he asked the Yuan Yingji Moxiu beside him and pointed to Lin Zhizhi’s way: "Sir, I know him, he It looks so young and very face-to-face. In all likelihood, he is a disciple of the Taoist priest! The potential is great!"
Mo Xiu heard a scrutiny gleam from his eyes, looked up and down Lin Zhizhi, and laughed: "Okay, my favorite thing in my life is to kill geniuses!"
Before he finished his words, the magic circle under Lin Zhizhi's feet suddenly exerted force, firmly locking the spiritual power in his body. At that moment, Lin Zhizhi only felt that his Nascent Infant had been handcuffed to a yoke, and his aura was running extremely slowly, and he couldn't even move his feet!
The demons didn't talk much, manipulating their weapons, a thick chain of laws shot from all directions in the cave towards Lin Zhizhi.
At the same time, that huge fist reappeared from the left, with a bitter wind—this time, white flames burned on the surface of the fist's skin! Almost at the moment it appeared, the temperature in the cave rose sharply, and the air showed signs of transparent distortion, showing the horror of the flame's temperature.
In addition, there is a magic mist like teeth and claws that obscures the vision of the black-haired boy
Lin Zhizhi tried his best to concentrate his spiritual energy and condense his spiritual energy. He wanted to pull out the questioning fairy sword. However, the unknown magic circle was very effective. It tightly locked the spiritual energy in his body, making it difficult for him to even draw the sword, let alone indulge himself. Luck avoided the blow.
The chains from the Yuanying period magic repairs cooperated with the broken and trapped fairy formations, and there was a full blow of the mysterious offensive
The vitality they cause is enough to level a mountain, let alone this cave!
Lin Zhiyi was in the cave, only listening to the sound of falling rocks in his ears, his fist had not yet reached his body, and the cave was already showing signs of collapse.
"Boom—"
In the end, Lin Zhizhi was unable to break free from the shackles of the trapped immortal formation, so he had to stand on the spot, adjusting the remaining spiritual energy in the group to protect the vitals, and urging the immortal sword to face the fist and chain to fight them head-on!
A blue light illuminates the mountains like lightning, stretching all the way to the horizon, like a bright galaxy, dazzling.
The white flame on that fist collided with the sky thunder on Wenxian Jian, knocking out a violent voice, and the lingering rhyme echoed in the world.
When the blue and white light disappeared, the place where the cave was originally located was already in ruins. Only the black-haired teenager stood alone in the ruins, half of his face was burned by the white flames, and his left chest was pierced by a chain—above the chain. There were traces of order remaining, which disturbed Lin Zhizhi's own spiritual flow and restrained his wound's self-healing ability.
He is embarrassed now, but also very beautiful.
If the human monk had not been treated as a traitor, Li Yingwaihe would trick Lin Zhizhi into the cave, without the ambush of the trapped immortal formation, with his strength, he would not have suffered such a fatal injury. But everything is not assumed, because the existence of the sleepy immortal formation makes him only able to mobilize a small part of the aura in his body, completely unable to resist the offensive of the demons, and is dying.
The head of the demons looked at Lin Zhizhi’s embarrassed appearance, and thought that he had a chance to win, and laughed grimly: "Your human race is simply vulnerable to us. If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I can forgive you. You are dead!"
At this time, the power of the sleepy immortal formation still remained, but under the impact of the strong spiritual power in Lin Zhizhi's body, there were already signs of loosening, releasing some spiritual power
Lin Zhizhi squeezed the law, using the bloodstain of his body on the chain of order as a guide, asking the immortal sword array to contain the master's divine will, through the urging of the soul, formed a thunder net, and suddenly appeared beside the group of demons. , The net live them.
These magic cultivators obviously did not expect that there would be this blow. They were caught off guard by being hit in their left arm, and they cried out in shock, "Damn it!"
And in that thundernet sword formation, the blood boiled on the sword body of the fairy sword, and the original power from the thunder and lightning gleamed with a blue light and struck the head of Mo Xiu
However, the chain of order was still on him.
A Demon Cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage spent thousands of years of cultivation time, walked through countless bones and blood, and the methods were far better than Lin's knowledge.
The chain of order was summoned by the master, and countless ghosts emerged from it, rushed into the body of the black-haired boy, followed the blood all the way up, and came to the primordial spirit to eat his primordial infant.
Lin Zhizhi was no longer able to hold the sword and had to fall to the ground. The pain from Yuan Ying was about to burn his soul.
The shadow of death has never been close to him like this moment.
He is dying.
Once the ghost enters the Nascent Soul, it is equivalent to destroying a monk's divine mind, a devastating blow. In addition, Mo Xiu was staring at him, and he couldn't escape even with his wings.
Lin Zhizhi only felt his consciousness blurring a little bit, and the things in front of him gradually disappeared. In the end he only remembered that before he completely lost consciousness, it seemed that someone had caught him.
...
When Lin Zhizhi just fell down, the demons laughed at each other in ecstasy.
No matter what kind of disciple of Dao Zun he was, didn't he still fall into the hands of his Gula? When his corpse is brought back, and a future enemy is eliminated, the Demon Lord will reward him!
However, just when Mo Xiu wanted to urge the ghost on the chain of order to directly bite the opponent's Nascent Soul, a sword aura cut off half of his leg straight from far to near!
An irresistible pressure fell from the sky, forcing the demonic cultivators to breathe hard, completely unable to resist the idea.
A handsome man dressed in purple fell from the sky, and the man's always expressionless face was full of frost at this time, making the heart chill.
It was Xuanhua who came in a hurry.
He walked to Lin Zhizhi's side, stretched out his hand to gently embrace him, and saw the wounds on his body in full view, inevitably pain in his eyes.
He really shouldn't let the little apprentice go out alone and deal with the scattered demonic energy by himself.
Dao Zun was supposed to have the world in mind and be compassionate, but at this moment Xuanhua realized that she never cared about the illusory things deep in her heart.
Xuanhua didn't look back at those magic repairs. He was afraid that he could not help the killing intent after taking a look at him. At present, bringing Lin Zhizhi back to treat his injuries was the most important thing.
As for these people--
Let's go to the Shura Hell for hundreds of years to torture, let's talk about it-it is a kind of lucky for them to die cleanly now.

Xuanhua's speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye he brought Lin Zhizhi back to the cave on the iceberg, and placed the black-haired boy in his arms on the ice bed.
The temperature and effect of the ice bed can alleviate his injury.
Xuanhua looked at the black-haired boy who had lost consciousness on the bed, and put his hands around the back of the other person's head with great distress, so that he could sleep more comfortably-even if the other person was not aware of his current situation.
On the way, Master Dao Zun had already wrapped the other party's injuries with divine thoughts, and put some pills into the opponent's mouth with his lips, but Lin Zhizhi's injuries were still serious.
The chain of order and the burning of flames gave him the soul and flesh. The body has caused irreparable damage. This damage is almost irreversible. Even if Xuanhua is a Daoist and possesses the best wound medicine in the world, he cannot go directly to the soul to heal the opponent-the effective fairy spring. And the method, either requires a long recovery period, or is far away, unless
Unless there is greater stimulation.
And the so-called stimulation is that Xuanhua merges her own aura with the other party...
This way of fusion has a gentle (?) name on the outside called: Shuangxiu.
Xuanhua’s cultivation base and Yuanyang have been there for thousands of years. If he doubles cultivation with Lin Zhizhi through the double cultivation method, then the aura on Master Dao Zun's body is enough to repair the opponent's Yuan Ying-there is even a great possibility for Lin Zhizhi Go further on the path of practice.
This is by far the most effective and safest treatment method.
Xuanhua leaned down, wiped the dirt off half of Lin Zhizhi's face with his sleeve, and kissed the center of his eyebrows.
After everything was done, the man rarely hesitated to stretch out his fingertips, and passed a period of spiritual energy to the other party, making Lin Zhizhi's sanity a little awake, half-awake and half-dreaming, opening his eyes.
Seeing this, Xuanhua hurriedly approached the boy's ears, and asked with concern: "Knowing it, how do you feel?"
Lin Zhizhi was still not fully awake, only felt a terrible headache, and squatted on his forehead. Chanted.
"Does it hurt?" Xuanhua gently took his hand and massaged his temples. The voice that sounds too cold on weekdays can calm Lin Zhizhi's thoughts. He asked in a low voice, "Zhizhi, Would you... double repair with me?"