Chapter 7550: King Wu 9
"So it is." Leng Xuan's heart sank, his eyes locked on the door immediately. Immediately, his mind moved, and the Chiwu Sword immediately called out and flew towards the gate. However, to his surprise, when the Chiwu Sword was about to land on the gate, it seemed to be blocked by something in the air and could not advance. Seeing this, Leng Xuan withdrew the Chiwu Sword and set the target on the roof instead. However, the result was the same as before.
"Fellow Daoist Leng, you are still wasting your time in persuading you, so hurry up and find a way to save your friend."
Hearing Jia Wei's gloating voice, Leng Xuan gritted his teeth. "Brother He, hold on." When he finished speaking, he put one hand on He Zhichun's shoulder, and the True Qi in his body was continuously input into the other's body, helping him resist the pressure. After a while, with his assistance, He Zhichun's complexion finally improved, and the blood was stopped.
He Zhichun's injury is no longer a serious problem, but Leng Xuan's brows have never been stretched. The current situation is not only dangerous, but difficult. First, he couldn't escape from this room. I don't know what's weird about this room, but it actually cut him off from the outside world.
This means that if he can't escape, he will be trapped here forever. And those people outside, even if Long Lingzi knew where he was, he couldn't help him. Because in this small world, no one can come in except himself.
"What should I do?" He lowered his head, thinking about countermeasures secretly. At this moment, there was a sudden slight fluctuation in his mind. "This is..." Leng Xuan's eyes lit up, and he almost forgot that although he and He Zhichun were imprisoned, Leng Er was still in Yanwu City and was not caught by the people of Wuwangfu.
"No, it's too risky." After thinking about it, Leng Xuan denied the thoughts that popped up in his mind. He originally wanted Leng Er to save him. However, with the strength of Leng Er, at most, he can compete with the powerhouses in the Mahayana period. And in this King Wu mansion, let's not talk about King Wu, even there are more than ten people at the venerable level, and Leng Er is not an opponent at all. If Leng Er came in rashly, it would cut off his only hope. "Looks like I just have to wait for my chance."
In the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed. With Leng Xuan's help, He Zhichun's body was in good condition, and there was no more bleeding.
"Brother Leng, have you thought of a way to get out?" He Zhichun asked. Leng Xuan shook his head lightly. He studied for a day, but he didn't find any flaws in this room. Not only that, but he couldn't even explain the mysterious power generated in this room. In this way, after five days, Jia Wei's voice finally sounded outside the house: "Fellow Daoist Leng, King Wu wants to see you." Hearing this, Leng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he left the room, he would have a way. Ran away.
"Fellow Daoist Leng, let your friend come out first." As Jia Wei's voice fell, the door of the house was pushed open. He Zhichun looked at Leng Xuan with some hesitation.
"Go, don't worry." Leng Xuan gave him a reassuring look, the latter nodded, then turned and left the room. Shortly after He Zhichun left, Leng Xuan followed him out of the house. Outside the house, Jia Wei was waiting for him with several subordinates. "Fellow Daoist, please come here."