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Chapter 427 An Incurable Injury

Under the starry sky, the place where Shenwuzong camped was crowded and very lively.

This time the Shenwu Sect was full of elites. Not only were there a dozen elders leading the team, but also the supreme elders who had been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years and had long since stopped caring about the world were moved out.

Previously, the disciples of the Shenwu Sect were killed by Lu Chuan on Blue Star, and the puppet Penglai they supported was destroyed, but they have still tolerated it to this day.

Just to find a sufficient reason to invade Blue Star with force when reincarnation starts.

With this reason, Shenwu Sect gathered troops openly and openly.

In addition, he bribed monks from other star regions and promised benefits after occupying Blue Star.

After some operations, nearly two-thirds of the major repairmen joined the Shenwuzong camp.

There are also some monks who can't stand the Shenwu Sect and don't share the same trend. Of course, they can only watch with cold eyes. It is absolutely impossible to do anything.

"The notice has been sent out for more than three days. Has there been any reply from the Blue Star monk?"

In the Shenwuzong headquarters, in a luxurious flying palace, an old man with a dull expression sat on a high position.

Under the high seat, stood respectfully a dozen monks who were half-step into the imperial realm. These people were the strongest fighting force of the Shenwu Sect.

To be able to make so many half-step emperors be so respectful, there is only one person in the Shenwu Sect who has this status.

The Supreme Elder of Shenwuzong, Duanmu Daxue.

This person is very mysterious and has probably existed for as long as the history of the Shenwu Sect.

Some people speculate that the reason why Duanmu Daxue was able to live for such a long time was probably tied to the luck of the Shenwu Sect.

As long as Shenwuzong does not fall, Duanmu Daxue will not die.

In history, the Shenwu Sect experienced two crises of destruction. In the end, Duanmu Daxue came forward and forcibly saved the Shenwuzong.

It can be said that Duanmu Daxue is the Dinghai Shenzhen of Shenwu Sect.

This time Shenwu Sect actually invited Duanmu Daxue to take charge of the overall situation, which shows that it attaches great importance to reincarnation.

After hearing Duanmu Daxue's inquiry, someone quickly replied: "Back to my ancestors, I haven't received any reply from the Blue Star monk so far."

Three days ago, the Shenwu Sect sent a high-sounding surrender notice to all the major sects in Blue Star.

Shenwuzong believes that under such a disparity in strength, anyone who is not a fool should accept it.

But until today, after the deadline, I have not received even a word of reply from Blue Star.

Failure to reply would be a clear rejection of Shenwuzong's persuasion to surrender.

"Ancestor, what should we do next?"

Hearing the inquiry, Duanmu Daxue closed his eyes, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly became a little depressing.

"Since you don't know what is good and what is good, you can't blame me, Shenwuzong, for offending the emperor's former residence."

It took a long time before Duanmu Daxue opened his eyes and said something in an extremely indifferent tone.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!"

At this moment, a monk stumbled into the hall, shouting in terror.

"What kind of behavior are you doing?" someone yelled.

After being scolded, the monk was so frightened that he quickly knelt on the ground and bowed to the ground.

However, he seemed to be in great pain, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably as he knelt on the ground.

"Raise your head!" Duanmu Daxue frowned, feeling very dissatisfied, "Shenwu Sect is really inferior to every generation."

When the monk kneeling on the ground heard the order, he did not dare to respond at all and could only slowly raise his head.

"You...what's going on with your face?"

Everyone saw that there was a wide red mark on the monk's face, as if he had been slapped by something. It looked extremely funny.

"It hurts...it hurts!"

The monk trembled as he spoke.

"Yes, there was a madman who rushed into our camp with a small bench and smashed it at everyone he saw. Brother... this disciple's face was slapped by that madman."

"It hurts...it hurts!"

As he said this, the monk actually fell to the ground holding his head and rolling in pain.

"Why is it so painful? Could it be that it was injured by a strange treasure? But I have never heard of someone using a small bench as a magic weapon!" Someone frowned and hurriedly came forward to check.

"Jin Ming!" Duanmu Daxue shook his head and didn't pay much attention. He waved his hand gently: "Go out and have a look."

"Yes!" Under the high seat, a heroic man saluted and rushed out of the hall.

"It was not injured by the magic weapon." At this time, the person who checked the injury had the result, but the expression on his face was extremely wonderful.

"Back to my ancestors, this disciple is not seriously injured. He just suffered a very heavy impact, causing some cracks in his skull, which is why he is in such pain."

"It's not a serious problem?" Duanmu Daxue sneered: "Since it's not a serious problem, why not heal the injury yourself?"

After hearing this, everyone reacted.

An injury like this that does not hurt the vital part can be completely cured by the monk himself. He only needs to consume a pill.

"It...can't be cured. I have tried many methods, including life-saving elixirs, but I still have a splitting headache!"

"Ancestor, save me, it really... hurts so much!"

The monk howled heart-piercingly, and for those who didn't know, he thought his mother had died.

How could such a thing bother Duanmu Daxue? Everyone rushed forward to treat the monk who was crying out in pain.

However, everyone hurriedly stuffed a bunch of pills into his body and fed the unfortunate guy, but he was still crying out in pain.

Perhaps because they felt that they were humiliated in front of Duanmu Daxue and could not even heal a small physical injury, someone couldn't help but take out a golden elixir.

"I have a Phoenix Blood Pill here, it should be useful!"

As soon as the elixir was released, it actually caused a small area of ​​wind and thunder. At first glance, it looked like a top-notch treasure.

This is said to be the ultimate elixir that can save people even if the fire of life is not completely extinguished.

Everyone quickly grabbed the unfortunate guy's mouth and stuffed it in with the Phoenix Blood Pill owner's expression of pain on his face.

The moment the Phoenix Blood Pill was inserted, the unfortunate man finally became quiet, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could be happy, the unlucky guy hugged his head again, rolled on the ground and shouted.

Everyone was dumbfounded now. This was the first time in their lives that they had seen an injury that even the Phoenix Blood Pill could not repair.

Duanmu Daxue couldn't hold himself any longer when he saw this. He quickly got down from the high seat, pressed the unfortunate man's veins, and sent a stream of true energy into his body.

Everyone looked at Duanmu Daxue expectantly.

However, Duanmu Daxue's complexion became worse and worse, and in the end his brows were deeply furrowed.

His face was ugly, not because he had not found the reason why the disciple's injury could not be cured.

On the contrary, he found the reason why the injury could not be cured, and his face became so ugly.

Duanmu Daxue discovered a few traces of extremely hidden sword energy in the cracks in the unlucky guy's skull.

These sword energies are not offensive, they just stick to the wounds and prevent the medicine from healing them.

In other words, just plain disgusting.

The key point is that Duanmu Daxue is actually helpless with these sword energies.