Chapter 178 Chapter 178 Death God of Plague

Xiao Meigui shouted: Who is it?Get out of the way!Swing the rope and point to the green-faced man.The green-faced man didn't lift his hands or legs, as if he didn't see the long rope flying at all.When Na Suo was about to hit the door in front of him, he suddenly cut it off with a snap, and he cut it off by some unknown method.Xiao Meigui's face changed color, she jumped off the horse, pulled out the moth thorns around her waist to protect her body, and shouted: Good guy!Who are you? The green-faced man looked sideways at Xiao Meigui, and said with a smile: "You are only in your thirties, you saw me, it's your luck, it's your fate!"

Xiao Meigui shouted: What nonsense are you talking about?Who are you? Zi Jiang's complexion changed, and she shouted: Rose, this man is Sikong Tu, the god of death! Xiao Meigui took two steps back, she clearly remembered Zhao Guan's order to the girls before leaving: If you encounter the god of plague, you can let go and fight, you have a seventy-eight percent chance of winning; if you encounter the god of death or Hong Taiping, you can only attack secretly , if you face to face duel, you have no chance of survival, you must avoid immediately. That person was indeed Sikongtu, the god of death.With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: Yes, yes, the old lady is older and can recognize the face of death.You have seen the god of death today, it is really great luck, you can all be freed on the spot, and you don't have to work hard to live.He grabbed the three-pronged weapon held by the servant behind him with his backhand, and with a bright smile on his face, as if he had encountered some great event, he stepped forward slowly.

Zijiang, Xiao Meigui and Xiaoju are all seasoned people. They looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding, so they acted decisively and acted separately. Xiao Meigui was the best in martial arts. ;Xiaoju led twenty disciples around and ran around, Zi Jiang led the rest of the disciples to ride to Ling Haotian's side, and said in a low voice: "Sir Ling, let's go!" Ling Haotian has already seen that the god of death has extremely high martial arts, and it seems that he is not inferior to him. In this situation, how can he let the girls stay to fight against the god of death and escape alone?Shaking his head, he said: I won't leave, we will fight him together!Instead, he galloped his horse to the melee group.

But seeing that Xiao Meigui was invincible after a few strokes, and was fighting hard under the hands of the God of Death, the situation was critical, suddenly the three-pointed knife of the God of Death pierced Xiao Meigui's shoulder, blood spurted out, Xiao Meigui let out a roar, and the eyebrow stab in his hand fell to the ground.The god of death raised his hand, and the three-pointed knife stabbed directly at Xiao Meigui's chest. Ling Haotian yelled: Stop!Jumped up from the horse and rushed towards the god of death, hitting his back with both palms.Grim Reaper shuddered, retracted the three-pointed knife, and turned around to meet the palm.But Xiaoju and Zijiang shouted: Be careful!

Ling Haotian's palms were facing the god of death, and with a bang, they each retreated seven or eight steps.Ling Haotian felt that the internal strength of the two was equal, but for some reason, he felt dizzy, his legs became weak, and he almost fell to the ground.Xiaoju had already rushed forward to support him, stuffed a pill in his mouth, and said: "It's the plague god, go away!" It was only then that Ling Haotian noticed that the servant-like man behind the God of Death had flickering eyes, and it really was the God of Plague Sha Jin who had poisoned him in the tavern.But when he saw his hands waved out, he didn't know what kind of poison he had poured on himself, at this moment he only felt that his body was getting more and more paralyzed, he gradually lost his sanity, he couldn't move his legs even if he wanted to back away.But seeing Xiaoju standing in front of him, waving her hands, it seemed that she was also casting poison.

At this moment, Ling Haotian felt a pain in his back, but it was the god of death who took advantage of him being poisoned and attacked him from behind, stabbing into his vest with a three-pronged fork.Xiao Meigui looked kindly, screamed, and rushed forward to hug the waist of Death.The god of death scolded: "Stinky bitch!Swing the three-pronged fork to stab Xiao Meigui's head.Holding back the pain, Ling Haotian turned around and slapped the God of Death with his palms on the chest. The God of Death was struggling with Xiao Meigui, unable to block him, he was shocked by his palm and flew backwards, and the three-pronged fork flew out.Xiao Meigui was also shocked by Ling Haotian's internal force and fell far away.

Ling Haotian wanted to catch up and restrain Reaper, but he couldn't move his legs no matter what, but seeing Reaper stand up unsteadily, three Baihuamen rushed forward to besiege him, but he kicked them away one by one.Ling Haotian's legs softened, and he sat down on the ground. He turned his head and saw that Xiaoju was still gesticulating with the God of Plague, exchanging poison with each other. His face was contorted and his expression was painful, as if he would not be able to hold on anymore. At this moment, he suddenly felt his collar tighten and was lifted up, but it was Zi Jiang who rode over and pulled him onto the horse, handed the rein to him, and said: "You go first!"He jumped off the horse, gave the horse a hard whip, and the horse galloped into the wilderness.Ling Haotian felt numb all over his body, and his hearing and vision gradually became blurred. He only vaguely knew that the three elders of Baihuamen were still staying there to deal with the god of death and the god of plague.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Hao gradually woke up, the numbness on his body gradually disappeared, and he began to feel a sharp pain from the wound on his back.He only felt his lips were chapped and thirsty, he grabbed the rein of the horse with all his strength, looked around, but saw the wilderness all around him, he didn't know where he was, let alone where the Baihuamen and the god of death and plague were fighting.He listened attentively, and faintly heard the sound of gurgling water coming from the west, so he rode his horse and walked towards where the sound came from.After walking for a long time, I finally came to a spring.He got off his horse, took a big gulp of spring water, and lay down on the rock to catch his breath.He felt that the wound on his back was still bleeding, so he tried to sit up and touched the wound with his backhand. He felt a knife cut under his left back shoulder. The god of death obviously wanted to stab his heart with a knife, but the stab missed.At that time, if Xiao Meigui hadn't rushed forward to hug the god of death, she would have died on the spot.

He collected himself, took out Hushan Shen ointment and applied it on the wound, and tore off his clothes to bandage himself.After such a toss, he couldn't help panting, and sat down cross-legged, meditating on luck.His inner breath is strong, and after working in the body for a few weeks, he feels better.He was worried about the safety of the Baihuamen people, and wanted to go back to find them, but the wilderness was so vast, he really didn't know where they were, and even if he found them, he was still poisoned, his back was seriously injured, and it was extremely difficult for him to walk, so what could he do to help? busy?

He turned his head and saw that the horse that brought him had gone to graze in the distance. He wanted to go over to lead the horse, picked up a branch to support him, and fell down three times in a row. Such a short few steps The road, there is no way to finish it.He let out a long sigh, and sat down slumped, looking at the twilight, feeling extremely sad and lonely, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world, even a horse had abandoned him. He thought of Gao Yi from Baihuamen, Zhao Guan's friendship, the care of his parents and brother, and Bao'an. Trembling all over, I looked up and saw a fiery red sunset slowly sinking to the west, dyeing the sky, mountains, trees, and the earth in a dazzling fiery red. I felt sad: how many times the sunset is red, is this the last time I see the sunset ?

Ling Haotian fell under a big tree and slept all night.In the early morning of the next day, he was woken up by the sound of horseshoes, but he heard someone say: It should be nearby, everyone search carefully!The voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was at the moment. He thought: These people are probably looking for me. I have no resistance now. If the enemy finds me, I can only be slaughtered.I tried my best to stand up, trying to find a place to hide, but it was already early winter, and as far as I could see, the surrounding woods were sparse, and I couldn't find any thick shade to hide in.He stood leaning against a tree, but when he heard a horse gallop past, he seemed to see him, slowed down the horse's hooves, and the rider on the horse shouted loudly: "Brother Ling, is that you?" Ling Haotian turned his head to look, but saw that the man was dressed in white and had a handsome face, but it was Shi Ting, the young master of Tianlong.Seeing clearly that it was him, Shi Ting was overjoyed and shouted: "Brother Ling, you are still alive, that's great, that's great!"Jumped off the horse, rushed forward to hold his hand, and said, "Are you all right?"Why is there blood all over his body?Are you hurt? Ling Haotian said: I suffered a slight injury, it's fine.Shi Ting said in surprise: "Quick, I'll take you to the city for treatment."Then he helped him onto the horse and galloped towards the city.