Liu Zhao lay quietly in the mountains and rivers of her hometown, and the wind of her hometown gently blew her pale cheeks. She was like a snooze little girl, no matter how hard Hu Jiu tried, he couldn't wake her up from her sweet dream.

The emaciated body has lost its former delicate curves, she is like a glass doll that shatters at the touch of a button, her wrists are so thin that they seem to be broken with a little force, and under the pale skin, the blue tendons and meridians are clear.

In addition to feeding her the Juluo Pill, Hu Jiu racked his brains and couldn't think of any way to help Liu Zhao dispel the ghost qi in his body. Finally, he sat down beside her in a dejected manner, looked at Liu Zhao's bony cheeks with regret, and wept silently.

hugged the weak and boneless body tightly, took her cold hand, put it to her mouth and kissed it lightly, hoping to warm Liu Zhao's cold body with her own body temperature.

In the silence, Hu Jiu suddenly found that among the nine-colored beads that were clinging to Liu Zhao's wrist, there seemed to be a stream of white liquid, silently seeping into her elbow, the acupoint closest to her wrist.

He watched in amazement as the milky white liquid slowly flowed down the acupuncture points into the dilapidated meridians, and where it passed, the white emulsion turned into gas, repairing the places that had been eroded by the ghost qi.

The liquid was little by little, slowly and continuously. The nine-colored beads are like glass, and they are like high-purity tourmalines, transparent and moist. The white liquid in it seemed to be inexhaustible, carefully and slowly advancing, flowing towards her self-closing dantian.

Liu Zhao's dantian was protected by a large cloud of cyan gas for some reason. In this gas, there was the aura formed by the white emulsion, as well as the transparent and pure chaotic qi, and there were some wisps of demonic qi that he was familiar with, in his own demon pill.

These three auras were filled with a large cluster of cyan light, wrapping the dantian that was filled with dark blue pool water layer by layer. Resisted the invasion of the overflowing ghost energy in the meridians. Liu Zhao's dantian is actually intact!

With this cognition, Hu Jiu looked up at the blue sky above his head, and suddenly felt like he had escaped death! If the monk's dantian is not injured, then her chance of survival is more than fifty percent! There is also the repair of the milky aura in the beads, and the recovery of Liu Zhao's body is only a matter of time!

Like a traveler on a long journey in the desert, he suddenly found a verdant oasis, and his mind suddenly went blank with great joy!

After being stunned for a long time, Hu Jiu once again checked the white liquid as thin as a gossamer in Liu Zhao's meridians, and the dantian wrapped in layers of cyan mist. In the gray eyes, the joy of hope gradually rose.

Hu Jiu just breathed a sigh of relief, and then his thick eyebrows wrinkled together! He couldn't find Liu Zhao's Yuan Shen!

In that underground world, Hu Jiu clearly found out the primordial god she was about to eliminate! But he fed so many Gathering Pills into it, how could he make up for her primordial spirit? Is it to make up for it?

No, Liu Zhao's serene demeanor is not a sign of the dissipation of the Yuan Shen at all? Could it be that she hid her original spirit somewhere?

Hu Jiu remembered Liu Zhao's mysterious space, and suddenly felt relieved. It must have been the Juluo Pill that worked, and the gradually recovered Yuan Shen was in the instinct of self-protection and hid in the Roselle space by himself!

Hu Jiu, who had figured out this, finally put his mind at ease. He simply settled in Zhaohui Valley and waited wholeheartedly for Liu Zhao to regain consciousness on his own.

He had to check Liu Zhao's meridians every day, observing the milky white liquid slowly but surely dissipating the thick ghost qi and repairing the meridians.

Seeing that the meridians in Liu Zhao's whole body were recovering inch by inch, Hu Jiu was both happy and anxious. Happily, that magical nine-colored bead has such an amazing effect, the urgency is that this day only recovers an inch of speed, when will Liu Zhao wake up?

Unlike the quiet Tianyi Secret Realm, the Huaxia Cultivation Realm was full of gunsmoke at this time, and the righteous path monks of the five major sects had launched a desperate battle with the invading ghost monks!

First, a few days after Hu Jiu left, Mu Xin and Hai Chao murderously rushed into the headquarters of the Sun Worship Cult.

I don't know if it's because their luck is too good, or if the ghost cultivators have done too many evil things, and they should have had this retribution a long time ago. After Chen Hong came back from the trip to the lava under the volcano, his cultivation was seriously damaged.

He had just been promoted to ghost marshal, and his realm had not yet stabilized, but he had to interrupt his cultivation due to the earthquake caused by the so-called Zhaotian Goddess. Because of a battle with Liu Zhao, his vitality was damaged, and the next thrilling and abnormal underground trip made his ghost pill almost burst out.

When Mu Xin and Hai Chao entered the Sun Worship Temple, Chen Hong could only hide in the corner, become a turtle with a shrunken head, and let them chop melons and vegetables to stay in the temple, and those ghost generals who were not high in cultivation were killed one by one!

After Mu Xin couldn't find Chen Hong, he reluctantly threw the talisman made by Ma Xiaotian into the temple that had just been built.

In the thunder and fire, the temple collapsed again. And the maid at the bottom of the volcano lay motionless in the golden coffin, the thumb-sized ghost baby fragile and panting.

As for those ghost cultivators who infiltrated Huaxia, their fate was not much better.

The elite ghost generals of more than 100 people led by Chen Hong were all wiped out by Dahua and Xiaoqing in that battle where the monks of Tianyi Sect fought to the death, and there were no corpses left.

The other ghost cultivators who were sent to pollute the water in the waters of the Yellow River were strangled by the Chinese monks with the same hatred!

Because of the large amount of protective shields made of sandalwood that Liu Zhao provided to restrain the ghost mist, the Huaxia monks finally gained the upper hand in the battle with the ghost cultivators. The devils and ghosts who tried to destroy the waters of the Yellow River were almost slaughtered by the monks of the Five Great Sects, and only a few small fish and shrimp sneaked back to the headquarters of the Sun Worship Sect, which had become a ruin.

After this battle, only the Tianyi Sect in the Huaxia Cultivation Realm suffered a heavy blow, but the other sects quickly improved their respective strengths in the battle, especially the Sword Qi Sect and the Wuchan Temple got the greatest benefits.

Because, these two sects have always been the leaders of the Chinese cultivation world, and they have a large number of ancient cultivation classics. Thanks to Liu Zhao's help, these classics were translated into modern languages and continued to be passed on. As a result, the cultivation of the monks of these two sects has advanced by leaps and bounds, and dozens of people have succeeded in building the foundation one after another!

And Liu Zhao, who has helped Huaxia a lot, has been cultivating in Tianyi because of the betrayal of Alocasia, and his life and death are still uncertain.

This situation not only made the four surviving monks of Tianyi Sect feel heartbroken, but also made the Ten Thousand Beast Sect, who were also favored by Liu Zhao, extremely ashamed.

On the contrary, in the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, there are not many ghost cultivators in the R country now, and the top brands there, Mai Mi and Chen Hong, are all huddled in their respective ghost dens, and they have lost their former arrogance.

Without the ghost cultivators hiding in the corners and doing the shady evil deeds that could not be seen, the land of China finally cleared a lot, and the ferocious spirit that was once everywhere gradually dissipated. Of course, ordinary mortals do not know about the invisible war, and people live an ordinary life in peace and contentment in a peaceful and prosperous world. (To be continued.) )