Chapter 22: You still have to have dreams, and you’ll be damned if you don’t.

Chapter 22: You still have to have dreams, and you’ll be damned if you don’t.

"Sun Bai, run away!"

Dongfang Qingyue, who recalled the Qingyue Divine Sword, shouted to Ning Ye beside her.

After saying that, she, who had been severely injured, burst out with great strength again, like a flashback, and attacked the old monk who had transformed into a monster with her sword.

However, because Ning Ye was afraid of being tricked, he didn't tell her her real name. Therefore, it took Ning Ye a while to realize that this "Sun Bai" was meant for herself.

He glanced at Dongfang Qingyue, who was clearly at a disadvantage. Even as a sword-wielding elder, she couldn't deal with this perverted old bald donkey, let alone himself. She only stayed to provide food for the old bald donkey.

It is better to die one person than to die two people. This is the simplest mathematical principle.

And if he didn't escape at this time, wouldn't he be living up to her efforts and making her desperate efforts meaningless?

After figuring this out, or finding a reason to comfort herself, Ning Ye immediately turned around and ran away as fast as she could without looking back, leaving behind a trail of smoke and dust.

"boom!"

After only holding on for less than a minute, Dongfang Qingyue was knocked out. She was covered in bruises and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Holding the sword, she stood up unsteadily and used the forbidden technique again to burn the spiritual blood in her body in exchange for temporary strength. She attacked the old monk again, hoping to delay Ning Ye's escape.

But this kind of behavior is obviously a drop in the bucket.

Dongfang Qingyue's body was knocked out again. The old monk who transformed into a monster seemed to enjoy the dominant feeling of cat and mouse and did not immediately take her life.

"Although the spiritual blood of the Dongfang family is very extraordinary, with your current body, how many times can you use the blood-burning technique? When the blood is exhausted, you will die, so why bother to fight so hard."

The old monk continued to joke: "But there is something that I am very puzzled about. Could it be that the boy named Sun Bai is your lover, girl, so that you are so desperate to protect him?"

Dongfang Qingyue, who was covered in blood, stood up with difficulty with her sword on the ground.

"I, Dongfang Qingyue, since I am the sword-wielding elder of the Dao Alliance, I have the responsibility to protect the younger disciples in the alliance! Moreover, this person was also coerced by me to come here, and I harmed him. If you want to harm him , then step over my body first!"

The blood-burning technique is used again!

The old monk finally got tired of it. When he defeated her for the third time, he directly cast a spell to block her movements, preventing her from using the forbidden technique.

After all, if the blood burns like this, turning into a mummy will not taste good. He is looking forward to the taste of the Dongfang family's spiritual blood.

"Aren't you very concerned about that kid's safety? Then I will go out now and bring his body back."

The old monk said to Dongfang Qingyue, who was on the ground and was restricted from all actions, unable to move or speak.

However, before the old monk could take action, Ning Ye, who had escaped earlier, fell into a trap and ran back.

Looking at Dongfang Qingyue whose clothes were stained with blood on the ground, Ning Ye shook her head helplessly and explained:

"I was on the way to escape just now. After thinking about it carefully, I still felt that it was very uncomfortable to do this, so I came back."

"I'm a grown man running away, but I'm leaving you a weak one... Well, I'm wrong, you're not weak at all. Anyway, I left you, a girl, alone in the hands of this perverted old bald ass, and I felt like I wasn't. A man. Even if I am lucky enough to survive today, I will never have the face to face the world again."

"I'm sorry to let you down for all your hard work! But although I don't know much about Taoism, I do have brute strength and some fighting ability. I will meet this perverted old bald donkey when I come back. After all, we still have to have dreams. , what if I live in hell!"

Ning Ye himself was very helpless. He also wanted to escape, completely forget about this incident, and live a good life in the future. However, his annoying conscience and the man's fragile self-esteem did not allow him to do this.

"It's very good that you can come back and die on your own, so as to save the poor monk a lot of hard work. In this case, I will treat you as an appetizer before enjoying the Dongfang family's dinner."

"Old bald donkey, suffer death!"

Ning Ye roared with great momentum, but the main purpose of these words was to embolden herself.

Although his physical fitness has increased like a rocket during this period of time, and he can break granite with one punch, he still has no chance of winning against this perverted old bald donkey.

But it has reached this point, and there is no point in thinking about it anymore. The only option is to fight to the death!

Either beat this old bald donkey to death or be beaten to death by this old bald donkey. There is no third option!

Ning Ye gathered all her strength, clenched her iron fist, and swung her strongest blow at the old monk.

The old monk did not dodge and let the punch hit him.

The fists and flesh collided, making a muffled sound.

The old monk lowered his head and looked at the bleeding wound on his waist, looking a little stunned. It seemed that he did not expect that the boy with low spiritual power in front of him could actually break through his own defense after demonization and hurt his powerful body.

Previously, when he heard this kid say that he had brute strength, the old monk completely scorned him, but now he had to admit that the other person's brute strength was indeed very powerful.

Although this wound did not pose any threat to him at all and could be restored to normal in a moment, the old monk still felt extremely angry.

He accepted that two fingers were cut off today. After all, the opponent was holding the supreme Taoist weapon, the Qingyue Divine Sword. But even this inconspicuous kid in front of him could hurt himself. It was a great humiliation. It was like he was mocking the body of Dacheng Vajra that he had cultivated. It was a joke.

In anger, the old monk decided to take action, preparing to end this cat-and-mouse game.

As the price for irritating himself, the old monk decided not to let Ning Ye die peacefully and vowed to crush him to ashes.

He stretched out his demonized arm as thick as a wooden stake, grabbed Ning Ye's left shoulder, and restrained his movements to prevent him from escaping. Then, the black magic eyes between his eyebrows slowly opened, preparing to use black flames to refine Ning Ye alive.

Faced with a desperate situation again, even though he had already had the experience of the rat demon, this kind of thing is really not something that can be gotten used to.

Ning Ye could already feel the hot and terrifying aura brewing in the old bald donkey's third eye, and she would be familiar with it when the black flame came out.

The mutant rat demon died inexplicably at the last moment last time. Will a miracle happen this time? Ning Ye, who couldn't stand the scorching heat and was sweating profusely, prayed anxiously for another miracle to come.

But the reason why a miracle is a miracle is that it cannot be replicated. If it can happen repeatedly, can it still be called a miracle?

The answer is naturally no!

However, this is not a miracle, it has happened again now!