1113: C1113 Mortals Protect Immortals

C1113 Mortals Protect Immortals

It was said that one plan couldn't be used twice, but Yang Hsingchen used it a second time. He sealed his divine power once again, and once again dived into the sea with old ruffian. He scuttled from the bottom of the sea into the palace, and then continued to walk towards the depths of the palace with the footsteps of ordinary people.

He walked into a room and stole a piece of clothing from the palace guards. He even wore a hat. This way, he lowered his head slightly, whether intentionally or not. In this dark night, it was hard to tell who he was.

In Herselaf's room, Hayla Rayleigh looked at Herselaf in horror. She cried out involuntarily, "Oh, my God, what did this detestable eastern man do to you? How did he make your world fall so badly?! Not only could his lost arm not grow back, but his immortal essence had also disappeared by two-thirds. You have also become so old. What kind of martial arts is this?"

Herselaf said with a dejected and furious expression," Who knows!? At that time, I felt like I was being sucked in by a huge vortex. I struggled with all my might. However, there was still nothing I could do. If it wasn't for the fact that his martial arts had suddenly disappeared, I would have been sucked into his black and white hole long ago. "

Hutton scratched his head in fear," That's amazing. If we don't get rid of this kid, we won't be able to survive here. "

The red-haired old woman spread her hands, "But how do we get rid of him? That old dragon is very slippery, it runs so fast that it can kill us. You and I won't be able to catch up to him even if we put our lives on the line."

Hutton thought for a moment and suddenly said, "That's right, why does he want to be our enemy?"

Herselaf snorted, "Dear Mr. Hutton, don't you know that it was the three of us who sensed their existence and wanted to eliminate them?"

Hutton nodded. "What I mean is that we should not make him our enemy for the time being. Let's talk to him first and see if there are any requests. After that, let's pretend to agree to his request, and then take advantage of the time when he has let down his guard. We'll eliminate him in one fell swoop."

Herselaf pointed out with a ferocious face, "Yes, yes! Not only do I want to kill him, I also want to eat his Immortal Pill to make up for my lost power!"

Helen Riley also nodded her head, "That's fine. We'll trick him first. As long as he gets close to us... With our power, we can totally catch him off guard. We can't let him use his strange skills. As long as we kill this gigolo, that old dragon won't be a problem anymore."

The three of them unanimously agreed that this was a good plan. Thus, they immediately wrote a few words on a big piece of paper. The general meaning was that they would no longer be enemies with Yang Hsingchen, and they could sit down and talk.

After writing it, Helen Riley looked at Hutton and asked, "Where should we stick this paper?"

Hutton thought for a moment and said, "Give it to me. The palace house I live in is the tallest, so stick it to the corner of the house. I believe that as long as he comes, he will see it."

Helen Riley nodded and handed the big piece of paper to Hutton. She stood up and yawned, "Oh my, it is late. I need to go back and sleep for a while. This damn brat from the east would definitely not come tonight. Herselaf, you should also have a good rest. Regarding the loss of Immortal Yuan... Don't put it in your heart. You can still cultivate it slowly."

Of course, Herselaf knew that this was just a casual word of comfort from Helen Riley. It wasn't like he didn't know about it. It was easier said than done to recover the lost Immortal Yuan. It wasn't like the Immortal Strength had been consumed. If the Immortal Strength had been used up... As long as he rested for a while or cultivated for a while, he would be able to recover it very quickly.

This Immortal Yuan energy was a Yuan Shen! This was something that he had slowly cultivated over hundreds of millions of years. If he lost this thing, it would really be even harder to recover it.

He would either have to continuously cultivate with Immortal Pills to replenish his energy, or he would have to cultivate for over a hundred million years. However, he was already so old. Would he still be able to live for that long?

Herselaf walked into another room gloomily, got on the bed, and fell asleep with his head facing the ceiling.

The reason why head was head first was a habit that was developed by ordinary people. When ordinary people were angry or in a bad mood, they habitually slept with their faces facing the wall. Herselaf, the big shot of the Immortal World, was the same.

As soon as he fell asleep, he heard the footsteps of two people walking towards him. One of them said to another person, "Ai, I really don't know what this Hutton Great Immortal is thinking. They are all Immortals, and they want us to protect Great Immortal Herselaf. We are all mortals. If that ugly brat from the east comes over... Can we withstand it?"

Another slightly hoarse voice said. " Brother, stop complaining. Didn't you hear what Immortal Hutton said? As long as we find that brat from the east, we'll call him out loudly. It's none of our business. Don't tell me you don't even know how to shout? "

" I... I'm just saying it! " The previous one said.

"Alright, alright. Stop quarreling. Didn't you see that Great Immortal Herselaf has fallen asleep? The two of us will stand by his bed and protect him. Perhaps he will give us a huge benefit once he is touched tomorrow! "

Herselaf, who was lying on the bed with his face facing forward, heard Hutton's words. It turned out that Hutton had sent someone to protect him.

He was touched and helpless at the same time.

What touched him was that Hutton was truly worthy of being his good friend. After losing his Immortal Strength, he didn't dislike him, but sent someone to protect him.

What made him feel helpless was that he was a mighty figure amongst Immortals. It was really shameful to say it out loud. Fuck, all of this was caused by that brat from the east. Don't let me see him, see if I won't tear him apart when I see him!

Just as Herselaf thought of this, a voice that made his divine soul tremble rang in his ears, "Great Immortal Herselaf, how are you?"

Herselaf's body trembled violently. Just as he was about to slam into the wall again, he suddenly found a strong gust of wind sucking over. This time, it wasn't sucking his other parts, but his head.

Herselaf was shocked and angry. Just like before, he opened his mouth and cried out loudly, but all the sounds were swallowed by the black and white hole in Yang Hsingchen's hand.1

He wanted to struggle, but his body couldn't control itself. With a swoosh, he flew up, and his head was sucked into the black and white hole.

A big boss was a big boss. Although his head was gone, his limbs were still struggling. Unfortunately, it was useless. With a poof, most of his body was sucked into the black and white hole. As his upper body disappeared, the immortal pill in his body was sucked into the black and white small hole with a swoosh.

Once the Immortal Pill left his body, the lower half of his body no longer moved. He became a corpse and was instantly sucked into the black and white small hole.

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