Looking at the dying Feng Jing Zhenren, the people present fell silent, and their faces were sad.

"It's you!!"

Zhang Banxian's fists were clenched tightly, like a crazy old wolf, staring at the Zuo Protector, making the Zuo Protector's expression condense.

"You won't die! With me, Hades won't dare to accept you. ”

Chen Fan pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the dense revival aura in the sky swarmed towards him, and the emerald green light was extremely beautiful, like the aurora of the North Pole.

Huge shadows reappeared, and countless emerald green liquids dripped from the leaves of the trees.

Tick knock!

Tick knock!

It's raining at the mountain gate.

Like spring rain.

After bathing in the spring rain, the injuries on the body of the dying Feng Jing Zhenren recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The most peculiar thing is that at the mouth of his heart, countless emerald green liquids converge from the meridians of his body, forming an emerald heart.

Poof!

Poof!

The beating of the heart sounded like an attacking drum.

More and more powerful!

At this moment, the people who had been treated by Chen Fan were silent, and their eyes showed ardent expectation, hoping that Feng Jing Zhenren would come back to life.

Regardless of the position.

What they respected at this time was Chen Fan's unparalleled medical skills, and what they were in awe of was the preservation that life should have when it passed away.

At this time, Zuo Protector laughed coldly, "What about recovering his body, his soul has collapsed, and his body can't be restrained, I don't believe that there are still means to heal his soul in this world." ”

"Shut up!!"

Zhang Banxian punched over.

Zuo Protector snorted when he was beaten, but he laughed more and more proudly.

"He's dead, a token, what can it say!"

Suddenly, the mage flicked his fingers, and a silver light strangely sank into the throat of the left protector.

The Left Protector opened his mouth, but he could only make a "uh-uh" sound.

"The old body cut your tongue later. ”

Master Miao snorted too coldly, and appeared with Zhang Banxian around Fengjing Zhenren.

The two of them looked at Feng Jing Zhenren lying on the ground at the same time, and their pupils showed deep regret and unwillingness.

Although Zuo Protector was arrogant, what he said was true, although Feng Jing Zhenren's body recovered little by little under Chen Fan's recovery breath, and even the broken heart veins were bridged little by little, but because of the serious injury, his cultivation fell sharply, causing the Shenhai to be difficult to contain the divine soul, and there were also signs of collapse.

This is the end of the day, and it is difficult for manpower to return to the sky.

"Two ...... Thanks, Doctor Chen...... Don't bother with me anymore. ”

Feng Jingzhen's voice didn't come from his throat, but more like the wind drifting out.

"You can live. ”

Chen Fan's voice came again, his expression was focused, the phantom of the giant tree above disappeared, he took out a few silver needles, and hung them in the air with his true qi, and there were words in his mouth: ...... The husband is like this, seeing the color, seeing the emptiness, the ancients, the ancients, and the lifeless...... If there is no death, so is the soul......

With Chen Fan's chanting, an ancient bell slowly converged, enveloping Feng Jing Zhenren's body, his spirit gradually stabilized, and then another black tablet appeared, sucking away the dead qi from Feng Jing Zhenren's body.

"Soul Suppression Formula?!"

Master Miao looked surprised, and whispered to himself, "It turns out that Senior Brother Daomen has found a successor......

Zhang Banxian was also stunned, and then he was pleasantly surprised.

Only the left protector roared wildly, pointed at his throat fiercely, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he resumed the silent prohibition, and roared: "This is impossible!"

"Condensation!"

Chen Fan urged to the last moment, Feng Jingzhen's eyes closed, and then opened them all at once, his eyes were full of light, and he stood up by himself.

He bowed deeply to Chen Fan, grateful and speechless.

Chen Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes swept over Feng Jingzhen's empty sleeves, and suddenly sneered: "Dao Chief, don't be in a hurry to be grateful, there is still one last step left." ”

Chen Fan took a step forward and looked at the four old monks standing not far away, "I heard that you want revenge?"

Chen Fan stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Shenyue scimitar appeared with a sonorous sound, and was held in his hand, and the tip of the knife pointed forward, "Let's go together." ”

"Amitabha!"

The four old monks came out together, and they didn't see any weapons in their hands, but their bodies kept changing, and finally formed a bunch, like a person, and then the Sanskrit chant, and where the four monks stood, there were countless hands flashing frequently.

"A Thousand Hands!"

Suddenly, hundreds of palms of Buddha light surged, shining like a shadow, each palm pinched into a different spell, as if it had different magical powers, spells, and attack moves.

Bang Bang Bang!

The palm of his hand slapped, and the air burst like a silver screen, instantly submerging Chen Fan.

Thundered!

Thundered!

The Buddha's light swept in front of the mountain gate, and a thousand hands shrouded the range, and it was strange to form a trapped array.

"It turned out to be these four bald donkeys, and they didn't even die. ”

Zhang Banxian's expression was solemn, and the Miao Master was too inquiring.

Zhang Banxian said angrily: "Back then, it was these four people who guarded the Houshan Gate, so that all the disciples transferred from the gate were killed! ”

"The Great Sound Temple is really difficult. Master Miao's eyes narrowed slightly, he stared at the Buddha Light Thousand Hands Array, and shook his head slightly, "These four people act in tacit understanding, and they act as one, they must abandon the cultivation of the realm, focus on the way of Buddha killing, and want to break the ...... Very difficult. ”

Feng Jing Zhenren's face was slightly pale, he was saved by Chen Fan, and glared angrily at the left protector above, "Your Excellency, as an elder of the Hidden Sect Organization, is you determined to break the rules? This is my senior brother's edict!"

Feng Jing Zhenren threw a command flag with a wedge written on it to the left to protect the Dharma.

"What the Great Sound Temple has done, I have issued an elder order to all the elders, and it is black and white, and it has its own public opinion. ”

The left protector's face froze.

Feng Jing Zhenren said: "When I came, the junior of the Fu family was going to Kunlun Mountain to watch the ceremony, and presumably that one also supported the reopening of the Xuanmen. ”

Zuo Protector's expression finally changed, and he smiled, "Feng Jing Zhenren laughed, I just acted according to the rules of the hidden gate, since the Xuanmen has complied with the rules, the little monk will naturally not object." ”

"And what do they mean?"

Feng Jing Zhenren angrily pointed to the battle in front of the mountain gate.

"Brother Fengjing doesn't know, the four monks are not from my Dayin Temple, and now they have a personal vendetta to revenge, and I can't stop it. After Zuo Protector finished speaking, he stepped back a distance, obviously to be a bystander.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

The mage is too big to have the posture to make a move.

Zhang Banxian nodded, and was about to make a move, when suddenly he looked startled and laughed inexplicably.

"Good boy. ”

"Huh?" the mage was stunned.

"Whew!"

In the light of the Buddha in the mountain gate, there was suddenly a silver light rising to the sky, these silver lights were like silk threads, hundreds of thousands, each of which was exquisite!

Puff puff!

Silver light strangulation.

Countless arms fell.

There is less and less light and shadow!

"Slash!"

Chen Fan's figure appeared above, swinging his knife and falling.

"Ahh

The four voices are the same.

Four arms flew towards Feng Jingzhen.

And Chen Fan's figure appeared behind Feng Jing Zhenren at the same time.

With a flick of his fingers, four drops of essence blood on Feng Jingzhen's body separated, each towards the four arms.

One of the severed arms dripped into the essence of blood, melted into the arm, and without the slightest hindrance, fused together.

Chen Fan stretched out his hand, grabbed that arm, and took it towards Feng Jing Zhenren's broken arm, and laughed wildly: "Real people are lucky." ”

As he spoke, dozens of silver needles pierced flowers like butterflies, connecting the broken arm to the seams, and then Chen Fan took out a special silver needle, connected the broken tendons, and applied a bottle of black intermittent cream evenly and proportionately, and found a bandage to tie the broken arm to Feng Jing Zhenren's body.

The continuation of the arm was extremely complicated, but after Chen Fan finished these movements, it only took a few breaths, and when the four old monks reacted, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded, especially the old monk whose arm was connected to Feng Jingzhen's arm, he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Jing Zhenren only felt that there were thousands of ants gnawing at the broken mouth, and it was extremely itchy and painful, but he had a nervous connection with this hand, and he couldn't help but show a look of shock.

"This ...... Okay?"

"Of course, as long as the real person doesn't dislike it, let's use it. ”

Chen Fan waved his hand casually, and an emerald green light submerged into his arm.

The bandage then broke.

Feng Jing Zhenren subconsciously raised his hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist.

"My hand!!"

An old monk ran madly towards Feng Jing Zhenren.

"Whew!"

Chen Fan raised his finger, and a thunderbolt of light entered the other party's eyebrows.

"Die!"

(End of chapter)