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There is obviously only one reason why Xu Shuanglin doesn't control these living dead - his spiritual power has reached its limit.

"Master Chu, help me!"

Suddenly, a weak call came from the bottom of the stone steps. Chu Wanning looked up and saw Hua Binan leading a dozen monks and breaking out of the stone steps with great difficulty.

They had been bitten by a poisonous snake before and were repairing on the spot. Unexpectedly, they encountered a second explosion of corpses. Half of the twenty or so monks were wiped out in an instant. Those who struggled to get here were all seriously injured. Chu Wanning immediately raised his hand and dropped another layer of barrier to protect them around them. Then Hou Tianwen threw it out to repel the zombies who were fighting around them.

"come over!"

Chu Wanning stretched out his hand toward Hua Binan.

Mo Ran suddenly felt alert. He didn't care that the teacher was only halfway through applying the medicine, and immediately stood up to stop him: "Master, be careful!"

But Hua Binan was not abnormal. He tremblingly held Chu Wanning's extended hand and was pulled by Chu Wanning into a stronger protective barrier behind him. Chu Wanning turned around and said: "A few people will help. !”

The surviving people were pulled back one by one and carried into the main hall. They were all moaning and panting, their faces were covered in blood, and their expressions were extremely painful and ferocious.

Jiang Xi led Gu Yueye's disciples forward. He leaned down in front of Hua Binan, with a rare look of anxiety on his face: "Why is the injury so serious..."

"I'm still fine. Your Majesty, I'd better go check on the others first." Hua Binan leaned against the beam. His bamboo hat and veil had been scratched, and his robes were stained with blood. Jiang Xi wanted to give him He checked his pulse, but he raised his hand to stop him, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury, but it's the Lord's disciple... Ahem, he, he's injured too seriously, Lord, please go and heal him, don't worry about me... …”

The injuries of this wave of people were all serious, and some even had their entire legs broken. Compared to them, Hua Binan, who could still speak completely, was indeed lighter.

Jiang Xi cursed in a low voice, looked at Hua Binan again, and turned back to help others heal their injuries.

Hua Binan trembled and fumbled for a bottle of hemostatic powder from the Qiankun bag. He was about to sprinkle it on his injured area when suddenly a hand took the porcelain bottle in his hand and said with a burning voice: "I'll help you."

"...No need."

Mo Ran looked at him with deep eyes: "It's just a matter of applying powder, it's just a matter of hands."

Hua Binan snatched the porcelain bottle and whispered: "I'm not used to others touching me. What's more, you are not a healing monk at all, so you are adding to the chaos."

"Then let me help you."

"Teacher Mo?" Mo Ran turned his head and saw that Shi Mo had quickly put down the medical bag. When Hua Binan saw the medical bag, she curled her lips and stopped saying anything or resisting.

The teacher spread out the silver needle cloth bag and said in a low voice: "Senior Saint Shou, I may be a little careless, please forgive me in advance."

Hua Binan: "..."

He was seriously injured, and it was useless to apply magic spells to stop the bleeding. He had to use spiritual needles to stop it first. A cold light suddenly appeared, and a sharp edge flashed. The brilliance of silver needles flashed between Shi Mo's eyes. In the blink of an eye, more than ten needles had fallen. .

"Senior's veil and hat..."

There was a hint of gloom in Hanlin Sage's eyes, but he also knew that there were a few xué spots that must be pierced on the face, so he said with a sullen expression: "I'll pick them myself."

The blood-stained gauze fell, revealing the face of Cold Scale Saint Hand that he never showed others.

It was an extremely strange face. The upper half of the face was quite pretty, but from the bridge of the nose down, the entire face was distorted and burned, like some kind of echinoderm.

Hua Binan raised her head, with a hint of hatred and ridicule in her eyes: "What's the matter? Grandmaster Mo isn't leaving yet, why don't you stay here?"

"……Feel sorry."

Hua Binan sneered behind him: "I told you not to stay here a long time ago. It's because you didn't listen. At this time, you are saying sorry, but you don't know what you are thinking in your heart - you are probably thinking about this cold-scaled holy hand. He looks really ugly, hehe."

Mo Ran shook his head, and it was inconvenient to say anything more and left.

The owner of the horse farm was still tossing the broken iron lock, and in front of the Tiangong Gate, Chu Wanning's spiritual power was almost exhausted. He turned sideways and said to Xue Meng: "Xue Meng, take over!"

Xue Meng immediately understood and raised his knife to meet him. The exchange between the two of them was extremely smooth, and not even a zombie had time to squeeze in at the moment of replacement.

As soon as Chu Wanning withdrew from the barrier, he couldn't help but take a step back. Mo Ran saw that his face was pale and felt extremely distressed, but he couldn't do anything in front of everyone. He couldn't even hold Chu Wanning's hand. He could only Suppressing himself, he asked: "Wan...Master, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter." Chu Wanning coughed lightly, "It just consumed some more spiritual power."

But Mo Ran knows that Chu Wanning's spiritual core is originally very fragile. It may not be a big deal for others to consume more spiritual power, but for Chu Wanning...

The ink burned and closed his eyes.

In the last life, their master and apprentice were at odds with each other and fell apart. In that battle, Chu Wanning exhausted his spiritual power and his spiritual core was instantly shattered. From then on, he became no different from ordinary people, and his body was even stronger than ordinary people. For weakness.

How could it be okay...

Mo Ran felt uncomfortable in his heart, his eyes were slightly red, and he silently put the clothes that Chu Wanning had just given him back on the other party's shoulders. Only at this time could he gently squeeze Chu Wanning's shoulders through the clothes.

All his heavy love for him could only be hidden in the light touch of his fingertips at this moment.

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