After traveling through time, my blood became a panacea

Chapter 360: Fight, Choose

"Amitabha, Ghost Doctor and Ghost Demon, this young donor has agreed to accompany me to Wansheng Temple. I hope you two will not obstruct me!" said the tall monk in a deep voice.

“Baldy, the two of us are determined to win. If you are unwilling to do so, then you can fight with my two brothers first!” The Ghost Doctor, the most mysterious and most respected person in the Netherworld Cult, was not polite at all in the face of the Sky Realm Supreme of the Wansheng Temple.

"Huh? Why are you still here? Do you want to die? Get out!" The ghost doctor suddenly turned around and shouted at Taoist Cang Yun who was not far away.

"Yes, yes, I'll leave now, bye!" Yan Tianlin recovered from his shock, immediately apologized, and then turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

On one side was a high monk from the Wansheng Temple who was in the Sky Realm, and on the other side, one of them was in the late Daoist Sovereign realm, and the other one was also in the Sky Realm as expected. This level of conflict and confrontation was definitely not something that a mere newly promoted Daoist Sovereign like him could get involved in.

But he just couldn't understand why it was just a Dao Fruit, how could it attract the fight of the Sky Realm Supreme?

Could it be that his realm was too low and he had not seen the other shocking secrets hidden in Daoguo? But it was too late to say anything now, Daoguo had nothing to do with him now.

The annoying person was driven away, and the ghost doctor turned his gaze back to the monk, waiting for his decision. Should he hand over the person, or be forced to hand over the person after a fierce battle?

"Amitabha! Two donors, now that the catastrophe is approaching, a war between you and me will only be internal consumption and will be disadvantageous to both sides. How about you and I each take a step back and let this young donor decide who to follow?" said the monk of Wansheng Temple.

"Monk, you are very calculating, but now I have the advantage, why should I agree to your conditions?" The ghost doctor snorted coldly.

"Amitabha, I believe that even if I cannot defeat you two together, I will have no problem holding out for a while. When I summon other Buddhist disciples here, are you two really sure you can take the person away?" said the monk of Wansheng Temple neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The ghost doctor's expression suddenly changed, and his face became a little gloomy, but in the end, he did not continue to be aggressive.

"Young donor, are you willing to return to the ancient temple with me, or go with those two people?" Seeing that the two people opposite seemed to be willing to compromise, the monk said to Xu Feng in a gentle tone.

"This..." Xu Feng looked back and forth between the two parties. The monk was obviously a righteous cultivator, and the two black-robed men were surrounded by black energy, and they were not good people at first glance. In addition, it was the monk who helped him to remove the shackles imposed by Yan Tianlin on them, so he should choose to follow the monk without hesitation.

However, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although he doesn't understand what is so special about him that is worthy of the covetousness of the Sky Realm powerhouses who look down on the entire continent, at least now, both parties seem to have no ill will towards him.

"Three seniors, I have an unwelcome request." After saying that, he quietly looked at the three of them. Seeing that they did not show obvious displeasure, he continued with a stiff face: "I have a close relative, but now only a remnant soul is left, and there is little hope of survival!"

"And tonight I have obtained a dream glaze fruit that can repair soul damage. If any senior can help me save my loved ones, I will do whatever you ask!" Xu Feng took out the remaining soul from his body and bowed deeply towards the three people.

The three people had different expressions after hearing Xu Feng's words. The monk from Wansheng Temple twitched his eyelids, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he lowered his head silently, while the ghost doctor from the Netherworld Sect laughed out loud after being slightly stunned.

"Monk, you have nothing to say now! Haha..." The ghost doctor laughed wildly and wantonly, stirring up the surrounding situation and making it boil!

"Amitabha!" The monk of Wansheng Temple sighed deeply. He had never thought that Xu Feng would have such a request. He took a few steps back and gave up the fight unwillingly.

The ghost doctor moved his fingers slightly, and a ball of light containing a wisp of Shen Yunshuang's residual soul fell into his hands. He released his spiritual sense and carefully sensed the state of the residual soul.

"Senior, are you sure?" Xu Feng looked at him nervously.

"It's not a big problem, two or three months will be enough!" The ghost doctor's words were powerful. In terms of strength, he might not be the best among the Daojun cultivators, but in terms of saving lives, the Sky Realm cultivators were not as effective as him! Especially for some difficult problems.

"Thank you very much, senior. I will never forget your kindness!" Xu Feng was overjoyed.

The ghost doctor nodded at him. Then, he sent a message to the monk not far away: "Monk, without this person, your Wansheng Temple and Zhongyin Temple still have other backups. I have accepted this key person in the Netherworld Sect. I owe you a favor!"

The monk from Wansheng Temple was silent for a moment, and only whispered one sentence to the ghost doctor, which made his face change slightly.

Then, he took out a golden round bead from his arms, shook it gently, and the round bead emitted a faint light and floated towards Xu Feng.

"Heavenly relics!" the ghost doctor cried out in horror!