Finally, a Jindan stage monk was willing to come and save him and others.

After Wang Cheng heard Yan Ying say this good news, he felt much more relaxed.

Although the lurking behind enemy lines was not long, the danger was no less than that of Qingyun Peak being besieged by the Huangshi Sect before.

Not to mention anything else, I just said that if the old white barbarian woman's goal was changed to him, Wang Cheng would probably be dead now!

After that incident, Wang Cheng was always thinking about leaving here and returning to the cultivator's own territory.

He would rather go back and set foot on the battlefield and fight with the demon barbarian coalition face to face.

At least at that time, he would have many fellow cultivators accompanying him, at least at that time he didn't have to worry that he would suddenly be surrounded by a large group of monsters when he woke up one day.

In any case, it will definitely be better than the current days of worrying all day.

"This is really good news. I really hope that Fellow Daoist Zheng can come back soon!"

Wang Cheng smiled out, showing a smile from the bottom of his heart.

Then he glanced at Qian Song on the bed without a trace, and said in his heart that this person is really lucky.

If a Jindan stage monk comes to help, the Samadhi True Fire mastered by the Jindan stage monk can easily remove the poison in his body.

So in the next few days, Yan Ying did not ask Wang Cheng to go out to find the spirit grass and demon insects. The few of them stayed at the cave mansion at the bottom of the lake and waited patiently for Zheng Lun to return.

After waiting like this for almost four days, Zheng Lun finally came back.

"How is it? Brother Zheng, tell me what Uncle Duanmu said? Which Uncle has arranged for us to pick us up?"

When Yan Ying waited for Zheng Lun to come back, she couldn't wait to pull him to ask about the details.

Wang Cheng and Xu Jinfeng also focused their attention on Zheng Lun and were looking forward to his answer.

Zheng Lun understood their feelings and immediately replied: "Uncle Duanmu said that the sect will arrange for Uncle Yi, who is also good at hiding, to lurk over in the next few days. As long as we arrive near Jinshi Ridge, three thousand miles away within five days, we will be able to contact Uncle Yi."

"Do you Jinshiling? I understand. Junior Brother Zheng, please have a good rest first. After you have a rest, we will set off immediately."

Yan Ying nodded thoughtfully and immediately made a decision on the spot.

Zheng Lun traveled back and forth for more than ten days, and was really tired. After a safe place to rest, he quickly lay down and fell asleep.

Even those who are cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage need a certain amount of sleep to relieve fatigue, which is difficult to replace when meditating.

After Zheng Lun rested for a day and recovered from his spirits, Wang Cheng and others took Qian Song, who was unconscious, and set off.

At this time, three days have passed since Qian Song took the second inhibitor. According to the effect of taking the inhibitor the previous time, the effect of this inhibitor should last for four days.

Wang Cheng and his friends only need to arrive at the meeting place within four days and meet with the Jindan stage monks of Longshan Academy who came to pick up the response, and their lives will be saved.

It would be easier to travel three thousand miles in four days, if it were in the area occupied by the cultivator.

But being behind enemy lines is a very test of luck.

If a person is unlucky and is seen through by the demon man, Wang Cheng and the others will be in an extremely dangerous situation.

So even though he was extremely worried about Qian Song's situation, Yan Ying and Zheng Lun did not lose their minds, and still maintained a cautious and cautious attitude and did not do anything randomly.

Fortunately, they were very lucky this time. After traveling for more than three days in a row, they successfully arrived near the "Golden Lion Ridge" mentioned by Zheng Lun.

This so-called "Golden Lion Ridge" was originally the territory of a third-level mid-grade monster [Golden Flame Lion]. Because it is close to the border area, Longshan Academy has long been explored about its territory.

Now this [Golden Flame Lion] has also participated in this war and is no longer in the territory. This is also the most direct reason why the Jindan stage monks of Longshan Academy determined the meeting place here.

At this time, after Wang Cheng and his friends arrived at the place, Yan Ying quickly contacted the Jindan monk who responded to them in a special way.

However, her expression of anticipation became gloomy after contacting her.

Then without waiting for Wang Cheng and others to ask, she whispered in a bad mood: "I'm having trouble now. Uncle Yi said something happened on the road. Now he will have to arrive here for at least one and a half days to meet us!"

"What? It will take another day and a half!"

Zheng Lun exclaimed in surprise and said loudly, "How could this happen? Why is Uncle Yi like this? How could he be like this? How could he be so unpunctual as a Jindan cultivator?"

"Junior Brother Zheng is careful!"

Yan Ying glared at Zheng Lun with a stern look and said in a serious tone: "Uncle Yi must have his reason. As juniors, all we have to do is obey."

After she said this, Zheng Lun realized the inappropriate words of his words just now. He didn't argue at the moment, but said with a frustrated expression: "What should I do with Senior Brother Qian? Can he survive for a day and a half?"

Yan Ying said calmly: "Junior Brother Qian, the inhibitor can take effect for one or a half days. We will feed him some spiritual medicine to replenish his vitality, which should last until Uncle Yi arrives!"

He said that, but in fact, Yan Ying himself was not sure.

Qian Song is now unconscious. Even if he is fed a magic pill, he cannot refine the medicinal power.

Moreover, if you rashly feed the spiritual medicine to replenish your vitality, it is likely to awaken the poison suppressed by the inhibitor in advance.

Therefore, this method can only wait until the inhibitor has passed and make a last try.

The day passed quickly, and the inhibitor effect in Qian Song's body also dissipated as scheduled.

Without the inhibitors to help suppress the Gu poison, Qian Song's already extremely weak vitality suddenly disappeared under the Gu poison.

Seeing this, Yan Ying and Zheng Lun could only use water to dissolve the elixir with water and pour it into potions for Qian Song.

Qian Song, who was poured with potion, had indeed recovered a lot of vitality at first.

But the good times didn't last long. Before Yan Ying and Zheng Lun, who had been paying attention to his situation, breath of vitality suddenly accelerated.

Seeing this scene, Yan Ying's face suddenly changed wildly, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "No, the devouring force of the poison has been strengthened!"

"What should I do then? What should I do?"

Zheng Lun's face was panicked and shouted what to do, and his mind was completely confused.

When Wang Cheng and Xu Jinfeng saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other, and then they quietly retreated to the inconspicuous corner of the wall with a tacit understanding, so as not to be angry at this time.

In the next half day, Qian Song's breath was rapidly weakening every quarter of an hour, and even his face was drying up and decaying, and his blood was passing away.

The poison prepared by the barbarian sorcerer is so terrifying that Wang Cheng and others have witnessed it with their own eyes today.

In this way, after more than half a day, when Qian Song's life breath was about to be exhausted, the Jindan stage monk who came to pick up Wang Cheng and others finally arrived at their hiding place.

This Jindan stage monk who came to pick them up was a middle-aged Confucian scholar in blue, named Yi Feifan, and his cultivation was as high as the middle-level Jindan stage.

This man found Wang Cheng and the others' hiding place. After he showed up, Zheng Lun was immediately regarded as the last savior. He hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down and begged: "Uncle Yi, you are finally here. Please save Senior Brother Qian. Senior Brother Qian was poisoned and his life was in danger. Now you can only save him!"

"Mr. Zheng, please get up. If I can save you, I will naturally not be able to save you."

Yi Feifan waved his hand and immediately walked to the bed to check Qian Song on the bed.

After checking this, he shook his head and sighed softly: "Oh, I'm late. Master Qian's entire body of energy has been swallowed by the poison, and only 10% remains to remain vital. In this case, even if I burned the poison in his body, I could only let him return to his mind and recover in an instant!"

"How could this happen? How could this happen? Uncle Yi, you are a Jindan stage cultivator, how could you connect..."

Zheng Lun was shocked and looked at Yi Feifan with disappointment, wanting to say something.

But at this moment, Yan Ying suddenly raised his hand and fell, and a knife slashed at the back of his neck, knocking him out on the spot.

After knocking Zheng Lun out of this way, Yan Ying slowly placed his body on the ground, and then bowed to Yi Feifan with an apology and said: "Junior Brother Zheng has a very good relationship with Junior Brother Qian. He can't stand Junior Brother Qian's situation, so he has lost his composure. Please don't be as good as his experience!"

"It's okay, I can understand Junior Brother Zheng's mood. I do have a responsibility for this matter. If I hadn't been delayed for a day on the road, maybe Mr. Qian would have been able to save him."

Yi Feifan did not have the airs of a Jindan stage monk at all. He forgived Zheng Lun peacefully and did not hide his own responsibilities.

As he said this, Yan Ying had nothing to say.

When Yi Feifan saw that she didn't say anything, he immediately took the initiative to say, "I will help Mr. Qian destroy the poison in his body first, at least give him a chance to leave his last words."

Then Wang Cheng saw with his own eyes the legendary power of Samadhi True Fire.

Yi Feifan pinched his hands and pointed at Qian Song, and a red flame the size of a palm turned into a slender fire snake and drilled into Qian Song's mouth.

Under Yi Feifan's control, this slender fire snake did not hurt Qian Song himself at all, but only refined the poison that was causing trouble in his body.

A faint sound of sharp insects sounded from Qian Song's body, and then a ball of black smoke drifted out of his mouth and nose. It was the waste gas produced by the poison of the poison being burned by the Samadhi True Fire.

Then, with Yi Feifan's control, the slender fire snake transformed from the red flames drilled out of Qian Song's mouth, and returned to a ball of red flame and was taken into his body.

It was at this moment that Qian Song, who had been in a coma for more than half a month, suddenly opened his eyes in a low moan and returned to his senses.

He recovered from his sanity and hadn't figured out what had happened yet. Yi Feifan looked at him in a low tone and reminded: "Mr. Qian, you only have half a quarter of an hour to leave your last words. If you have anything you want to say, hurry up and tell me to Mr. Yan!"

Hearing this, Qian Song suddenly felt a sudden sensation and soon remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

He remembered that he was captured by the old white barbarian woman, and was tortured by the other party, planted a poison and forced him to tell him about his accomplices' whereabouts and situations.

As a disciple of Longshan Academy, of course, he would not surrender to the barbarians, so he swears to death. In the end, he was swallowed up by the poison of the poison, and his soul was also attacked and fell into a coma.

Although he was not clear about what happened later, he almost understood when he saw his current physical condition and thought of the words of Mr. Yi next to him.

"Sister Yan, I regret it so much. I regret that I am not up to my heart and cannot even hold on to the loneliness. I even regret that I did not listen to Fellow Dao Wang's advice and was determined to go out for adventure and explore!"

"I know that I have fallen to this situation today, and I have been asking for it. No one is wrong. I just hope that Senior Sister Yan, you can return to the sect safely and not be buried in a wild and foreign land like me!"

"In addition, after I die, I hope that Senior Sister Yan, you can ask Senior Brother Zheng to send my ashes back to Qian's house and hand over my relics to my seventh sister, telling her to practice well in the future and successfully build the foundation as soon as possible, and not to be as arrogant and impetuous as me!"

"There is another thing, I was captured. I hope that Senior Sister Yan and Uncle Yi will not promote it. Just say that I was dead in the battle with the barbarian sorcerer. This is my last request!"

The so-called death of a person is good at speaking.

Qian Song, who had been domineering and arrogant, finally realized after experiencing this great change in life and death, after learning that his remaining life was less than half a quarter of an hour.

He didn't even ask Yan Ying if he had helped him with revenge, but he just regretted his own faults and finished his request.
To be continued...