Chapter 272:

Meng Zhong couldn't care about the blood dripping from his cheeks, but just stared in disbelief at teacher Van's already abdomen, and murmured absently: "Why is this? Why even teacher Van's got it? Why?"
At this moment, he couldn't think of how to solve this case without Mr. Fan, or how ordinary people can survive this catastrophe. His heart hurts, like a steel knife scraping. He simply couldn't accept the appearance of Mr. Fan being hurt.
Song Rui took off his coat and wrapped it in Van Gogh. He asked very calmly, "Tell me how to go."
"Get on that road." Fangalo covered those swaying vines with one hand and pointed forward with one finger, and finally reminded Meng Zhong: "Let your team members follow this car."
"Oh, good." Meng Zhong agreed subconsciously, and then suddenly woke up, asking anxiously: "Teacher Fan, will you be fine? You are so powerful, there must be a way to get rid of these demon vines, right?"
Fangallo didn't answer, just closed his eyes and gasped slightly heavier than usual. Abandoning all the weak emotions, he only left the pain, and therefore, he will bear the torture that ordinary people can't imagine. These vines ran wild in his body, swimming in his flesh along his blood vessels, slowly invading his body, and issued a vague instruction to him: "Go to the mother tree, go quickly. "
"That monster is calling me." Van Gaal tried to keep his voice calm, not for the so-called grace and manners, but to avoid the collapse of the two beside him.
Even if he didn't detect the magnetic field to sense it, he could perceive the fear and sorrow that emanated from their bodies. He was missed by others, and it was also cherished in the heart.
Thinking of this, Van Gogh laughed in a low voice. He flipped his hands slightly and dragged dozens of vines, weaving them together, making them unable to break free for a moment. After pulling out the tissue, he took care of himself slowly.
No matter what kind of situation he encounters, he can remain calm and elegant even if he is desperate.
Affected by him, Meng Zhong, who was almost distracted, also reluctantly calmed down. He used his mobile phone to contact the players frequently, repeatedly telling them to wear the best equipment and wear the thickest body armor.
After more than two hours, Song Rui drove the car onto a long-abandoned national road, and a cloud of black mist gradually poured into the mountains and forests on both sides of the national road, swallowing them. The signal of the mobile phone began to become weaker and weaker until it completely disappeared. Fortunately, the following military vehicles followed closely and were not left behind.
"It's here." Van Gaal stood in front of a forest path that stretched towards the endless dense fog, and his body was being dragged forward by the constantly struggling vines.
"Wait for me, I'll put on the equipment." Song Rui quickly put on his body armor, asked for a gun and a few grenades, and then carried the military backpack on his back. Taking off the disguise of a scholar, he is actually a top predator, with a sturdy and muscular body no worse than a group of special forces.
Van Gogh raised an eyebrow unexpectedly.
Song Ruifei quickly approached him and whispered softly, "Go back and show you."
What to see? Van Gogh pretended not to understand, but his ears were red. Even at the time of life and death, they can find some easy and happy bits and pieces.
When he arrived here, Van Gogh released space again and confined the vine with open teeth and claws. Perhaps because of the closer and closer to the mother tree, the strength of the vines continues to increase, and Van Gogh has to walk while strengthening the thickness of the space.
At their feet were wet mud and layers of dead branches and fallen leaves, surrounded by thick, water-like black mist. After walking for more than ten minutes, everyone's clothes were wet with fog, and their hair was sticky to the cheek.
The sound of breathing and the sound of broken branches intertwine, making this dark place even more deadly. Everyone looks forward, without looking at the end; looks backward, sees no way to come; looks downwards is the rotten leaves and mud, looks upwards is the shadowy branch. The branches overlap densely, covering the sky and the sun.
Van Gogh looked up while walking, but found that no matter how far away, these withered, cascading, criss-cross branches are always there, and they completely covered the place.
"Where did the branches above come from?" A team member looked around and failed to see a tree trunk that could support these branches in sight. A branch without a tree trunk is like a sky garden without a foundation, which simply cannot exist.
"Single tree into a forest, have you heard of it?" Fangallo walked towards the dense fog, not afraid of getting lost.
Several team members tried to pull him, but didn't hold it. Looking down at the compass and the phone, they found that they all failed. Here is a huge, disordered energy field.
The team member was stunned for a while before saying in disbelief: "You mean, this whole forest is made of a tree? How big must it be? The largest banyan tree in the world, I'm afraid not Such a scale. "
Fangallo waved his head without looking back, while Song Rui followed him closely, helping him from time to time.
Meng Zhong urged: "Don't ask, just keep up."
A group of people accelerated their pace, and then they saw a series of silhouettes, or tree shadows, in the dense fog. They also maintain the form of human beings, with their hands raised and their legs on the ground, like the tortured Christ, with a twisted shape on their faces. They opened their eyes wide and watched the pedestrians, and the dense fog and cold wind stirred above their heads, causing their branches to dance with each other, and they seemed to be coming at any time.
Song Rui immediately dragged Van Gogh to avoid these trees. Meng Zhong and others raised their guns and aimed at them as if they were facing an enemy. They seem to be dead, but their faces with fear are still alive.
After circling for a long time among these standing trees, Van Gogh finally led everyone to an open place where the fog was thinner, but hit a bright purple lightning head-on. He immediately dragged Dr. Song behind him, instantly supporting a huge space, blocking the sudden attack.
Lightning disappeared as it broke through the space, leaving a strong smell of smoke.
"It's you?" A cold voice rang out, mixed with these mists, and seemed to come from outside the cloud. Immediately afterwards, an icy blue figure crushed a dead branch and walked to the front, revealing a face like a human being.
"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time." Van Gogh smiled and nodded. Compared with the other party, his posture can only be described as embarrassed.
His abdomen was gurgling with blood, and those tumbling vines collided in his Dantian, and it was possible to break the imprisonment at any time. His hair was wet, his eyelashes were still covered with water droplets, and the coffee-colored slacks had been stained red with blood.
Xuan Chengzi just looked him up and down and he dropped his eyelids for a moment, as if afraid of staining his eyes.
"I'm not looking for you, but you came to your door." His tone was even more cold: "The face is not old, the spiritual power is undiminished, the number of believers is hundreds of millions, the world is famous, and it is well-received and valuable. If hundreds of years ago, You ’re afraid that you can catch a national teacher.

Van Gogh nodded: "Master, you know, no matter where you go, the disciple is always the best."
This sentence made Xuan Chengzi's indifferent face tense for a moment. If he really made it with frost, others might be able to see the ice falling from his face.
He smiled coldly, his voice lighter: "When it comes to crooked ways, you never lose."
"Master, you're wrong. In the aspect of crooking the evil way, I finally lost to Song Enci, which is Lin Nianci behind you. The person you love the most is by your side, but you don't know, you seem to be old too." Poke the man's pain.
Lin Nianci immediately hid behind the ancestor, her beautiful face showed a humiliated look, and her eyes turned red.
Xuan Chengzi yelled at "the wicked nonsense," and reached out and summoned a thunder.
Fangalo propped up the space and blocked the thunder, and the two were on the bar.
Xuan Chengzi withdrew Xuan Leijian from his waist to make a move, but his wrist was held by a dry hand, but he was a Changjing master who had never done much housework. He sighed: "Amitabha, also asked Xuan Chengzi to say that Mo would like to use martial arts at will. They are all from their own family, and they have something to say."
"I and the wicked have long since broken down. Where's my family? Do you know what he did?" Xuan Chengzi opened Master Changjing's hand and counted several crimes: "He took advantage of my brother's injury , I stabbed through the heart of the younger brother; he stole the treasure of my Tianshui school, and then hid in the rivers and lakes; his sister went to fight, was seriously injured by him, and later fell unknown because of him. You said such a traitor should not kill?"
Xuan Chengzi's voice just fell, and the Xuanmen people standing behind him spoke again: "It's time to kill! He did far more than that! He soon stole the Tianshui faction treasure and hid it in the secular world, my ancestor It was inexplicably missing! "
"My Master too!"
"My ancestor also disappeared during that time, and the soul card has been broken."
"And my ancestor!"
The heads of the eight or nine major factions stood up and accused indignantly: "The time of their disappearance collides with the time of your defection. You said there is such a coincidence in the world! Did you kill them all and take them Soul refining, has today's longevity and youthful face? You demon, you should kill! "
"kill him!"
"Senior Xuanchengzi, you have to clean the portal!"
"This man is full of blood, he must have been damn!"
In the clamor and cursing of everyone, Xuan Chengzi waved his sword.
Fangalo immediately pushed Dr. Song into Meng Zhong's arms, which had already been dumbfounded, and retreated, taking Xuan Chengzi to no one. The two of them have the power of thunder and the power of space.
But Van Gogh just resisted blindly, but did not have the strength to fight back, unlike Xuan Chengzi who only tried his best to move forward. At first glance, the master is better than the disciple.
Instead of rushing into the war circle, Song Rui dragged Meng Zhong back slowly to the group of Xuanmen Zhongren. They are the people sent by the government, and these Xuanmen are also entrusted by the government, but they can also form a team.
"What kind of person is Fangallo?" Song Rui asked dumbly, with complex emotions such as doubt, pain, and struggle struggling on his face.
His appearance was so beautiful, so elegant, and a pair of gold-colored glasses added a bit of literary weakness to him. So Lin Nianci, who thought he had repented, kindly explained to him: "Van Galore is definitely not a good person. He killed many people for the sake of our martial arts."
"You said he killed his uncle?" Song Rui said.
"My Master Uncle Zu did something wrong, but after all, he didn't break the irreparable catastrophe. My Master Zu said that it would be enough to teach him a meal, and he didn't want to kill him. Which one of my Master Zu Zi's temperament is particularly stubborn, no Ken was punished and fought with my ancestors, both of them fell to the ground. "
Lin Nianci paused for a moment, with a strong hatred in his voice: "My ancestors and my uncle ancestors are evenly matched, and they are inseparable. After the first war, they lay on the ground and could not move. Which material Van Gogh was at that time. I broke into the hall, took a dagger from my waist, and pierced the heart of his old man when my uncle ancestor was unable to resist. At that time, Vangallo was just ten years old. Can you believe that a ten-year-old child will do Is that kind of thing? What is even more unforgivable is that he was brought up by my uncle Shi. My uncle Shi was indifferent and never took anyone in his eyes. He only took good care of him and treated him like a child. But he did the kind of heartbroken thing! "
Lin Nianci stared at the warring sides and asked, "Should you say that people like Van Gogh should kill?"
Song Rui was speechless for a long time, and the pain and struggle on his face grew stronger. Obviously, he is experiencing emotional and sensible pulling. Suddenly, he shook his head and planted it on the ground.
Lin Nianci quickly helped him and exhorted: "He is too disguised, even my ancestors and Shishu ancestors were cheated by him, let alone you."
Lin Nianen added: "If it weren't for my master's uncle, he really made a big mistake, and sin was dead. At that time, my master would definitely expel Van Gogh from the master. Unfortunately, my master's ancestors were soft-hearted, but let him take the loophole. .. My merciful uncle lost all his life in order to recover the treasure in the door. "
Song Rui sat on the ground, covering her red eyes with her hands, shaking her head all the way, not wanting to speak.
Meng Zhong pulled him up hard and gritted his teeth: "Don't listen to the wind and the rain, did you see the Brahma teacher with your own eyes, is it really what they described? Anyway, I never believe that Brahma teacher is a bad person!"
"Are you an idiot, your eyes are blind when you enter the water--"
Lin Nian'en was about to scold, but the words were cut off by Master Chang Jing.
"Amitabha, since the two donors told a story about Vatican donors, let me also say one. Two hundred years ago, there was a place called Ping'an Town who was reborn in a civil rebellion due to taxation. The court sent troops to strangle the chaotic party, The officers and soldiers thought that investigating the case was too troublesome and shut the city gate to kill them. So in just one day, Ping'an Town became a dead city full of resentment, from the highest to the youngest, to the women and children, no one was spared. A five-year-old child crawled out of the corpse without crying, panicking, or chasing around with bare feet, using those thin hands to drag out the surviving people one by one, properly Take care. "
"He didn't need to listen, watch, or search, he could know exactly where there were survivors. He accidentally picked up a sutra, so he cried and chanted for the corpses of the city. I ran to feed the survivors. A pair of feet worn through a few layers of skin, almost bone. "
"So when my master rushed to Ping'an Town to try to save the souls of those under the sword, what I saw was a clean sky and the vitality bursting out of the desperation. Who are you as a child? It is the Vatican donor. "
Master Chang Jing pointed at the two in the struggle, and said aloud: "The Lord Vatican is my most important Buddha and the relic of my Buddhist door. At the age of five, he was already enlightened and has a Buddha nature. How can it be a traitor? No matter how you criticize the Vatican donor today, Lao Guan will never believe it. Lao Guan believes in his own mind, not the naked eye. "
Master Chang Jing pointed to the heavenly eyes in his own eyebrows, then stepped back a few steps, shamelessly being with the Tianshui School and others.
Lin Nianci's cheeks were flushed, and he was not ashamed or angry.
Song Rui stood between the two and looked around, seeming to be lost.
At this moment, the demon vine in the body of Van Gogh had broken the restraint of the space, protruded violently, and quickly attacked his body. Under the pain, he was hit by Xuan Chengzi's thunder, and he was crazy Spilled blood and flew out, unable to fight anymore.
He lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up, but Xuan Chengzi didn't stop at all.
Meng Zhong yelled out loud, but Song Rui's eyes just flickered and stood still, as if he was really scared by Van Gogh's past, and also a heart froze.
The movements of the master and apprentice are too fast, like lightning moving between the clouds, only the shape can be seen, but no trace can be caught. Without enough strength, no one can stop this deadly sword.
However, at a critical moment, Master Chang Jing threw his staff and missed the tip of Xuan Chengzi.
Xuan Chengzi didn't look back and yell at each other, but just walked all the way forward, for a moment, and he had already held a purple thunder in his hand. He is such a person, either he does not move, but the momentum is magnificent, not to mention a staff, but a big living person in the way can not stop his killing heart.
"Let him go, otherwise your sweetheart baby will die." Song Rui's words did not stop Xuan Chengzi, but Lin Nianci's screaming did.
Song Rui, who was still struggling before, seemed to be heavily deceived and hit. At this time, he used a dagger to resist Lin Nianci's neck. If he didn't pretend to be confused, how could he get around these people. Lin Nianci tried to rebel against him, then he would just count it.
"You're looking for death!" Xuan Chengzi didn't put Song Rui and the knife in his hand in his eyes at all. A slight movement of his fingertips released a killer.
It is a pity that Song Rui's method of doing things will only be more ruthless and decisive than Xuan Chengzi. All he wanted was a look back, and there was no delusion to threaten such a person with the power of nature. When he used a dagger against Lin Nianci, he had torn off a grenade from his waist, stuffed it into Lin Nianci's jacket pocket, and pushed her out.
The moment Lin Nianci rushed towards Xuan Chengzi, Song Rui also rushed towards Fangalore and shouted, "Help me cover!"
Meng Zhong agreed and immediately fired a gun at Xuan Chengzi, regardless of whether this person would be shot into a sieve. But his team members were still in the same place, completely unable to understand the situation.
The other people in Xuanmen were all flesh and blood, and wherever they could withstand the bomb, they immediately withdrew to Laoyuan and fell to the ground.
To be honest, Xuan Chengzi lived for nearly two or three hundred years, for the first time being played by a mortal or even to this extent. The bomb was tightly attached to Lin Nianci's body, and it would soon detonate. After a moment of life and death, he didn't know what means should be used to protect her firmly.
Take out the bomb? No, it's too late. Lin Nianci fluttered on the ground and pressed his pocket, how to get it? I was afraid that the bomb would explode as soon as I turned her over.
Use your own body to block it? No, there is no room at all. The bomb and Lin Nianci's body were only separated by a layer of cloth.
Xuan Chengzi's head was empty, and at the beginning of his time, he finally remembered a life-saving means. He drew a stop symbol on the back of Lin Nianci's back, but he paused for a moment because of the bullets shot densely. After painting, Fu Luo's power was halved.
Just listening to a loud noise, Lin Nianci lying on the ground was lifted to the height of four or five meters high by the scorching air wave, and fell heavily. The original beautiful face had become and fuzzy, and the chest was even more open. The big hole revealed a few white ribs and a beating heart.
She was badly hurt, and she fell into Huang Quan with just a breath.
Xuan Chengzi, who had always been cold as ice, hugged this broken body and groaned in heaven.
Song Rui, who had already helped Van Gogh who was seriously injured, ran out of the distance, laughed happily.
Fangallo also smiled lowly, although his voice was weak, but full of pride: "I know you will always help me."