Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The banquet was wrapped up by two people. Shen Mubai had three on her side. She had no time to separate. She could only throw a powerful pharmacopoeia at each other to protect her, and then began to fight with the three.

It's just that she moved some energy when she was up there, and Dantian, who had already been damaged before when she was dealing with the Firebeast, was again badly damaged. Although it appeared to be well loaded, the actual situation was only clear to herself.

So after a while, the wind has gone downwind.

The banquet over there sensed that, although he was also extremely difficult to deal with, he ignored the need to come over when he thought that the honor of the teacher would be hurt again.

The two monsters stuck him.

Besides, Shen Mubai's side, after falling down the wind, the spiritual energy in the Dantian field gradually faded away. She replenished it once with the spiritual stone in the storage bag, and the accumulation burst to kill one of them.

It's just that the monster can't see what class it is. It's difficult and powerful. Even if there are many white magic treasures in Shen Wood, there's no way to take them at once.

So when he couldn't help but spit a breath of blood in his throat, Shen Wood white neglected for a moment, the sword in his hand was blown away, the two monsters' blood red eyes stared straight at her, and the next moment pounced.

His body fell hard on the ground, his brain was a little unconscious, and Shen Wood White's body had reached the end of the crossbow. He could only try to avoid that blow, but half his body was still hurt, and his mouth was spitting blood again.

The banquet over there gave a groan, his arms were scraped off a large chunk of flesh, his eyes were red, a dangerous and dark smell erupted around him, causing the monsters to have a meal, and his subconscious retreated a few steps.

But in the next second, his body was cut from top to bottom by a bronze sword, all of it fleshly blurred.

The face of the banquet was stained with blood, walking step by step towards the woman who had passed out. His pupils were also a little dark in red, surrounded by dark fire, and the whole person was magical and unusually dangerous.

Hands touched the woman's side face, the banquet held each other up, low voice, “teacher honor. ”

At the bottom of the foot, like a piece of debris, the whole space collapses and turns into another scene again.

Dim and narrow space, reaching out without five fingers, gives a feeling of nitrogen, quiet as if to not perceive the passing of time, makes people fear.

A slightly invisible sigh rang with a hint of amazement and a hint of regret.

A little vigilance appeared in the eyes of the banquet, holding the person in his arms, his tone sincerely said, “Who? ”

“The Root of the Spirit, the capital of Heaven, which has been rarely encountered for thousands of years.” The voice sounds like it's gone, but it feels extremely uncomfortable.

Even if he didn't show up, that invisible pressure was breathless.

The banquet held the person in his arms tightly, with a cold tone, "What do you want to do? ”

The owner of the voice paused slightly, "Don't worry, I won't touch your master with half a sweat. ”

The vigilance in the eyes of the banquet has still not faded, the whole person is in a state of tension, paying close attention to the movement around him.

The voice was helpless, "If I wanted to hurt you, why would I talk so much nonsense to you? ”

The banquet does not speak.

The voice continued, "Do you know the Spirit Root? ”

The banquet had never heard of it, but just listened to the name, frowned slightly, "Senior has something to say. ”