Everyone thought that Master Thousand-Faced Spirit was gone, and the refugees' enthusiasm to survive and beg for help just now was like deflated balloons, and they all hung their heads. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Using the Suppression Hydraulic Pressure to control the cold plague can only protect those who are not infected with the cold plague and prevent the cold plague from worsening again, but those who have been infected with the cold plague can still only wait for death, and the Thousand Faced Spirit Master has no intention of rescuing them at all.

When the atmosphere was extremely dull and negative, Feng Zitong's ethereal voice suddenly came from the depths of the sky, from far and near: "With the power of this palace alone, there is no way to solve the cold epidemic in the entire Middle Realm, and after the cold epidemic in all countries is suppressed, someone will remove it for you." ”

The news is like a lifesaver, so that people who were negative a second ago are full of hope again at this moment.

"Great, don't die!"

"Finally saved, finally alive!"

"Hahaha......."

"Thank you, Master Thousand Faces!"

"Thank you, Master Thousand Faces!"

"Thank you, Master Thousand Faces!"

Cheers and thanks came one after another, and the city outside the mirror was lively again.

High in the sky, the national teacher, who had never moved from beginning to end, stared thoughtfully in the direction that Feng Zitong was far away: "Black wind, keep up with them." ”

Black Wind nodded: "Yes, master!"

When the words fell, the black shadow flashed, and the black wind disappeared.

Thousand-Faced Spirit Master..... Hehe.....

The little thing also likes to refine medicinal liquids to heal people, which is exactly the same as the method of this thousand-faced spirit master, and the relationship between the two is really not ordinary.

With no excitement to see, he turned around and headed in the direction of the national city.

The majestic posture, the aura of the world, he is like a god, walking step by step in the vast sky, every step forward, will leave a transparent air flow, will continue to surround the clouds to tear up.

Afar.......

"Palace Master," Shangyi whispered to Feng Zitong, who was contemplative in front of him, "There is a tail." ”

Feng Zitong retracted his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth coldly rose with a shallow arc: "Ming, get rid of him!"

Mingying Lingpeng received the order, raised his head and let out a long roar, and the snow-white wings were violently incited, setting off a violent wind in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

The pupils of the black wind hidden in the shadows shrank sharply, and he was shocked.

The Thousand-Faced Spirit Master's Singing Eagle Lingpeng is actually a mutated flying spirit beast with space magic!

In the Middle Realm, a high-level beast is already hard to find, let alone a mutated spirit beast with special abilities.

What is the origin of this woman, in her place, it seems that these things that are rare in the Middle Realm have become ubiquitous.

Although Hei Feng was stunned, he quickly calmed down, after all, these rare things can be seen everywhere in the place where he lives.

After thinking about it, the figure flashed, and he chased Feng Zitong and them.

Thousands of kilometers away, a violent wind blew in the originally calm sky, forming a large wind tunnel with destruction, and then, a huge flying spirit beast flew out of the wind tunnel.

The long hair of Feng Zitong and Shang Xie flew in the wind, and the two of them were as steady as Mount Tai and were not affected by the wind at all.

Feng Zitong stretched out her hand, and the black ring on her ring finger emitted a strange and beautiful light, and then a golden light flew out from behind her.

The behemoth, which had only appeared for less than a minute, disappeared again in the beautiful blue and white canopy~ Invisible and heading towards the destination.

In order to avoid the tracking of the black wind, Feng Zitong used the Thousand Faces Cover to prop up the soul concealment enchantment, and she could feel the powerful pressure emanating from the black wind.

Although they used spatial magic to escape, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not be tracked down by him, and it was a good choice to use a thousand faces to hide.

Sure enough, as soon as they left with their front feet, the black wind followed the trajectory, but cut off the breath of the Ming Eagle Lingpeng where the wind tunnel appeared.

Hei Feng frowned, knowing that he had lost someone, and a defiant sneer rose on his stiff and sharp face.

At present, the people who can escape under the tracking of his black wind are no one else except the master and the two Venerables Mu Mo, and now there is another Thousand-Faced Spirit Master, and she really can't be underestimated.

Compared with Heifeng's busyness, Feng Zitong's side is much more leisurely.

"Naru. ”

She squatted down, then sat down on the snow-white fluff on the neck of Mingying Lingpeng, raised her hand and gently followed its hair, and said softly, "Go back to the Spirit Master Palace." ”

Mingying Lingpeng groaned softly in response, and his body flipped to change the direction of his flight, flying towards the Mirror Barren Forest.