Sang Jue knew that many wealthy families or second-generation cultivators would swallow the golden elixir of other cultivators in order to speed up their practice. This is something that people like her dare not even think about.

She couldn't help but shivered, standing there unmoved, watching the three demon cultivators absorb all the golden elixir resources present like wind sweeping away the remaining clouds.

Wuji is already a demon cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, and some golden elixirs are useless to him, so he grabbed a handful and handed them to Sang Jue: "Don't waste it, it's good not to absorb it yourself and use it to make a elixir-explosive weapon."

"Thank you, you need it even more." Sang Jue's expression was faint, neither angry nor sad, and pointed to a barrier deep in the building and said, "I'll go there to find someone."

"Taojing is noble." Hong Ling saw that Sang Jue was unmoved, so she said softly, and a handful of golden elixir in her hand turned into ashes.

The reason why demon cultivators are demon cultivators has nothing to do with whether they are kind-hearted, but have a different understanding of power. They are usually more crude and direct than Taoist cultivators.

Sang Jue turned around and walked towards the depths of the darkness, and along the way, he dealt with many villains. However, she could see that the leader who made this dark transaction was very careful, and he quickly retreated when he saw a strong enemy, leaving the car to protect his handsomeness, and was very cautious.

A flash of inspiration in her hand, and she sacrificed the spiritual sword, which would make it more comfortable to use the demons and eliminate demons.

The already skilled sword light differentiated illuminated the darkness and rescued the many monks tied up. Although they were already gray-haired and almost completely angry.

However, she searched for a long time but couldn't find where Di Rui was.

"Hong Ling, tell me carefully what the scene was." Sang Jue looked at Hong Ling who came in afterwards.

Although Hong Ling is a demon cultivator, she is a bloodthirsty demon cultivator who is open and murderous. When she saw the monk who was forced to suck his true energy and angry, she couldn't help but frown when she heard Sang Jue's questioning. She always felt that she seemed to be complaining, so she said, "Your disciple broke in when I was in seclusion. He was being hunted by a group of people. I followed him all the way to teach him a lesson. Then he said he was your disciple and asked me to help deliver the message. That's it."

Hong Ling said and looked around: "He seemed to be in a separate small house. I was a little soul at that time, but I didn't remember it very clearly because I was in a hurry to send a message."

Sang Jue thought to himself that this was not because he was in a hurry to send a message, but because he was in a hurry to design and mess with her.

"Ahem." Wuji cleared his throat and was a little embarrassed between two women who were once rivals of love. He reached out and turned into a huge black palm and slapped the floor. The sound of the shattering barrier was extremely crisp.

Some dust and green yellow smoke spread out, and the three demons were suspended in the air, watching the monks who had been sucked out of their anger and turned into dust and fell down on the floor.

"What a poisonous thought, I don't leave any evidence of the crime." Sang Jue thought that since she came in, she had no idea which force the culprit was.

In this way, she even more wondered how the monks from Di Rui, a small world, got involved with them, and were obviously treated differently.

The chains lie horizontally beside the blood pool, and the entanglement gradually floated in the air, like a huge spider web that trapped the prey tightly in the center, but the prey in the center had already been exhausted and could not squeeze out a trace of inspiration.

"Hiss..." Seeing the man trapped in the middle clearly, Sang Jue couldn't help but take a breath.

Not only her, but even Wuji and Hong Ling, who are demon cultivators, were a little amazed.

What was shocked was that this person was still alive after being tortured. What was sigh was that he was not only alive, but his spiritual consciousness was still awake.

"No, it was because of the medicine." Man Gu was once a monk from Wanpo Sect. He was very clear about some unusual methods and immediately said to Sang Jue, "He should have been used as a pill that can keep awake all the time. Therefore, although it was very painful, he could still hold on to a glimmer of life."

Sang Jue had cut off the chains at this time, moved his hands slightly, took out a medicine box, and gave the old old Di Rui, who was already covered in white hair, to save his soul and heart veins from collapsing. Then, vitality appeared in his hand, and gradually healed the bloody wound on his body.

During this period, the tortured man, covered in bruises, did not hum for half his life. The body, whose muscles were cut off, could not even spasm and tremble. The two broken eyeballs gradually became two black holes.

His whole head was bare and seemed to have been smoothed out, and his feet and hands were naturally...

Sang Jue is not a serious medical practitioner, she can only help him keep his soul alive, but the rest...

"Can you hear me speak correctly?" Sang Jue knew that his ears were not good, so he switched to voice transmission and found that his spirit had also been harmed by a poisonous curse. If it weren't for the protection of a little divine light in the center of Di Rui's soul, he would have been invaded long ago.

Sang Jue turned his head slightly, her eyes were a little wet. She still remembered that this person was a second-tier boy at the time, but she didn't expect that when she met again, she would look like this.

She couldn't help but feel a little upset. If she could come earlier, she might have caused him less suffering. In the future, she and Xingguan must cut the mess quickly.

"Master...Master..." A weak spiritual breath came.

"I understand, hold your breath and concentrate, don't be excited, wait for you to wake up before you can talk about it." Sang Jue didn't want to hear what he said in his last breath, so he raised his hand directly, and a warm light of inspiration brushed across his heavenly cover, causing him to sleep.

"If you are seriously injured, you should rest. Only when you are alive is infinite." Sang Jue stood up and looked at the three demon cultivators, "I want to take him back to Taixuan Immortal Sect for treatment immediately."

Wuji shook his head: "He has been tortured by various means, and his soul and body are on the verge of collapse. He cannot withstand the rapid teleportation of the formation, so he can only take it back step by step."

He also admired his tone in his tone. Such a young monk's perseverance was so firm. As long as he could survive this disaster, he would definitely be a hero.

Man Gu was a little curious: "Master, in theory, he should have died many times and is still alive..."

"What are you saying?" Wuji slapped over with a palm.

Hong Ling, who was standing beside her, was also a little confused and frowned slightly: "Sang Jue, isn't your disciple reincarnated? It's really troublesome."

When Sang Jue learned that he could not return to the sect quickly, he glanced at Hong Ling: "He is just an ordinary person, maybe he can survive because he is a divine cultivator."

She looked at Di Rui who was almost broken and suddenly thought of a good idea.

She remembered a cocoon therapy that Sun Baili used when treating her. At this time, she could just wrap Di Rui with life-suspending medicine, which was both safe and slowly treated.

She was free to move. She just happened to learn various miscellaneous studies not long ago, and she had a lot of materials on her body. After a while, she wrapped Di Rui into a round rice dumpling, and then stuffed it into a large jar with nourishing effects, leaving only her head outside.

Sang Jue clapped his hands, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to ask the three demons behind him who would like to send someone back to Taixuan Immortal Sect with her, but found that the three demons were actually looking at her with a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it just seems like we are bad people." Man Gu said and shut up. Their demon cultivators were not good people.

Hong Ling reached out and touched the cold jar and smiled: "I heard that when the ruthless palace concubines in the mortal world would put people in the jar when they eliminated their opponents."

Sang Jue snorted coldly: "They are harming people, but we are saving people. There are different causes and effects under the same appearance. Exploring the true nature of things is the way. If you don't want to follow me, go find him. I want to send someone back to the Eastern Daojing Continent."
Chapter completed!