Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 352 Deserted Island, Mysterious Man with White Hair and Gray Clothes

Turn around.

Lou Chuan suddenly nodded again and headed towards the original route.

"Bring that little sister to see me." Hei Lian said to Hua Yin.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Hua Yunyun nodded.

Soon.

Zhou Yan was taken to the small room under the boat. At this time, she looked resentful, like a hungry wolf, with a pair of watery eyes that were bloody.

Swish!
Hei Lian untied Zhou Yan's dumb acupoint, looked at her with dark eyes, and didn't speak.

"You'd better pray that I won't let me escape, or kill me now and let me accompany him, otherwise I will definitely avenge brother Peng Ye!" Zhou Yan roared after the Ya acupuncture point was opened.

"Is he the fallen demon from the Eastern Desolation, Peng Ye?" Although he had already identified that person as Peng Ye, Heilian Wenwan still wanted to get confirmation from Zhou Yan.

"Why is a devil not a devil? He is kind and affectionate, a devil? You really blinded your dog's eyes!" Zhou Yan was like a vicious dog.

"We're going to save him now. You'd better pray that he won't die." Seeing Zhou Yan's vicious look and refusing to restrain herself, Hei Lian said immediately.

"You will save him?" Zhou Yan didn't believe it.

"The boat has turned around. Facts speak louder than words." Hei Lian said, then looked at Hua Yunyun, "Take her away, and help her untie her."

"Yeah." Hua Yin nodded.

"Sister Yan, let's go." Hua Yunyun said after untying Zhou Yan.

"For the sake of Sister Hua pleading for us, I, Zhou Yan, will not move you for now." Zhou Yan cast a cruel glance at Hei Lian, "If brother Ye died, I would definitely not let you go back alive. Humph."

Although Zhou Yan is young, she is a real and straightforward girl who has her bottom line and sense of propriety in doing things.

……

Peng Ye had been floating in the sea for an unknown amount of time. He woke up from the cold and passed out, and then he woke up from the cold again. He went back and forth several times. The last time he opened his eyes was on a rock by the edge of an island.

"Uh...hs..."

His eyes were dazzling and shimmering, Peng Ye slightly opened his eyes, and couldn't help but gasp, his whole body hurt like hell, and he was still very weak.

He tried to prop up on the rock several times, but fell down before halfway through, his lips were chapped, and he was extremely dehydrated, and the sea water was salty and undrinkable.

For a few miles around, whether there is a stream or not, even if there is, he can't move. The current situation can be described as besieged on all sides, making every day unresponsible and the earth not working.

The only thing I can only be thankful for is that the salty sea water seems to have curbed the wound on his chest and heart, and with the self-healing ability of his god-monster body, he is already much better.

To be so lucky, I would also like to thank Wen Wan for the phantom bell bracelet that Wen Wan gave him before. If it wasn't for being pricked at a critical moment, and the wound was deeper, he might have died on the spot.

You must know that he has no cultivation base, no matter how powerful the supernatural body is, if no one controls it, it is just a flesh body.

"Is there anyone... is there... uh..." Peng Ye tried to shout at this time, he didn't know that this is a deserted island, not the other side of the mainland.

He kept shouting until he was hoarse and could no longer make a sound, and then he stopped.

……

after a long time.

A figure appeared on this deserted island, with no wrinkles but white hair, not to mention a young man with white hair, a gray robe, a beard, and nothing else.

There are two swords on his back, one made of crystal and the other cut of wood. They look very poor, but they don't look like ordinary people with fairy spirit.

"Wang! Wang! Wang!"

A two-foot-tall black dog, covered in long black hair, could not see clearly, with a long tongue sticking out, kept barking at the white-haired figure.

The middle-aged man seemed to understand what it meant, showing a little disbelief, and said to the big black dog, "Heihuang, are you sure there are people on this deserted island?"

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

The big black dog called Black Emperor immediately wagged its tail and barked twice, motioning for the white-haired middle-aged man to follow it.

"Let's go and have a look." The man with white hair and gray clothes said at this time.

……

"Save... help me..."

At the moment when he was about to faint, Peng Ye saw a silhouette in his blurred vision. With the last remaining strength, he swung his hand in that direction and shouted.

"I didn't expect it to be a young man with gray hair when he was a teenager like me." The visitor looked at the figure on the rock close to the sea level, said immediately, and waved his hand.

Swish!
Peng Ye's figure was instantly covered by a ball of golden streamer, and then slowly lifted into the air, flying towards the person who came.

"How can it be hurt so badly? The meridians of the whole body are cut off, and there is no sea of ​​suffering." Seeing the young man in the void in front of him, the gray robed man suddenly frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

Buw, buzzing!
With both hands forming a mudra, the man pressed several places on Peng Ye's back, and a lotus-shaped golden light pattern appeared on each place, the size of a palm.

This is the Qijue Lotus Vein Art that was lost in ancient times!

It is said that it can heal meridians and save a person whose tendons have been severed once, but no one has been able to use it for a long time, because the Qijue Lotus Vein Art requires a very deep cultivation base to assist.

If it is not the state of the god king, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate, so the threshold for learning it at the beginning is already beyond the reach of people.

"Pfft!"

Peng Ye sat cross-legged in the void, frowning slightly, and spat out a mouthful of old black blood.

"It's a good thing you found it in time, otherwise, even if you drank the supernatural body of Shenquan and Changshengguo, you would not live long." The bearded man who had done all this stopped his hands and let out a cloudy breath.

"Thank you, senior..." Although Peng Ye regained some strength, he was still pale and struggling to speak, thanking the white-haired man.

"You don't need to thank you. Since God let us meet, it is a destined cause and effect." The white-haired man with a beard said to Peng Ye with disinterest: "What makes me curious is, who can hurt you to such an extent?" At this point, you shouldn't be so good at the god-monster dominance."

"It's me." Peng Ye said.

"Myself? Young man, how hard are you to think about it? I have to educate you young people well." The middle-aged man said: "There is no grass anywhere in the world, why bother to self-mutilate for love? ?”

"Senior, I..." Peng Ye wanted to explain, but there was no chance.

"You don't need to explain, I know who hasn't been young? Back then, I was a veritable handsome young man, but now." Speaking of this, the white-haired man's expression suddenly became much bitterer, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to be Evolving vicissitudes of life: "Watching the confidante around me grow old one by one, and leave me one by one." After a pause, he pretended not to care and looked at Peng Ye: "So, love, hate, love, hatred Playing house in the secular world, the sooner you see through, the sooner you will be liberated."

"Well, I will keep the teachings of the seniors in mind." Peng Ye wanted to explain at first, but seeing the vicissitudes in the eyes of the seniors, he let him go.

(End of this chapter)