Although Zi Xiu had confidence in the stealth pill that the eldest master had personally refined, he still hurriedly urged the "cloud mist cloak" given by Long Lin to protect his whole body. Despite this, those two powerful eyes swept over them, and he still felt that his internal organs were like a pile of ripe melons falling from a copper hammer, and they were falling apart with a pop... He resisted the urge to vomit blood and clinged to Kunlun Nu.

Although Kunlun Nu's realm is not high, his body is extremely strong, and he doesn't feel that these two coercions hurt him much, but he just stares at each other, and secretly resolves that even if he makes the old man unhappy, he must kill this old thing that exterminates humanity.

Hu Wangcai only cares about the so-called witch doctor, who is sacred, and actually has the ability to remove the demon god's corpse poison.

The yellow belt retracted his gaze suspiciously, as if he didn't want to delay here for too long, and snorted, and rolled up his dark sleeves, like a cloud of black smoke, in the direction of the Wuji Mountain Range.

After he left, Hu Wangcai stuffed a pill into Zixiu's mouth, allowing him to recover for a while, feeling that the breath in his body was flowing again, and then he and Kunlun Nu continued to fly with him.

Approaching the imperial city, the population is gradually becoming denser, and the corpse qi is getting thicker and thicker. Not only human corpses, but also dead birds, beasts, livestock and poultry can be seen everywhere, and there is no scene of wild dogs holding human bones and crows pecking at people's intestines.

There were three or five crematoriums every few miles in the open space of the wilderness, apparently all of them were improvised and rather sloppy; burning the sick corpses with fire to eliminate the source of the disease was a way to deal with the plague, but it was obvious that because there were so many dead people that there were no people in charge of the incineration, or no one dared to risk death to do it, and the burners were scattered around the burners, which were mixed with the rotting corpses to be burned, which was shocking and disgusting.

The walls of a large number of imperial cities revealed majestic and heavy silhouettes in the gloomy haze.

Outside the city there are large tents of various sizes, new and old and dilapidated. Zi Xiu's pupils glowed with a faint purple light, and he looked at it fixedly and said, "Most of these people are still alive, and there is a woman in white who is rescuing." Sure enough, a woman wearing a white cloth dress and a white veil came out of a tent with her head bowed.

"Lao Zi, what does this woman look like?" Hu Wangcai asked, his curiosity arousing.

"Strange, I can't see through her veil. Zi Xiu muttered, trying to breathe and star, the purple light in his eyes flickered long and short, flickering bright and dark, and the pillar of light could even rotate left and right, which surprised Kunlunnu. It was the first time he had seen Zixiu's special magic ability.

"Isn't it?" Hu Wangcai was a little incredulous, "This woman is obviously a mortal. ”

"It's hard to say, don't you see that the eldest master is a mortal?" Zi Xiu retorted.

The woman seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised her face to the sky, and looked at them, so that they could clearly see her eyebrows, as if she was still a little young and half of her pale face was confused and tired, and the tips of her eyebrows may have two thin vertical lines due to the long-term tightening of her cheeks; She raised her face and froze the three invisibles.

Suddenly, her originally clear pupils crossed a large dark cloud, and there was a murderous electric light in the dark cloud, so sharp that it seemed to immediately tear through the thin veil on her face that was constantly fluctuating with the wind.

More than a dozen green-belted Xuanyi monks flew towards her with long swords in their hands, and the tip of the sword let out a terrible roar that pierced the void.

"Do it!" Hu Wangcai snorted and waved his palm to throw out his "waterfront sunset umbrella". This umbrella has been improved many times by Cui Rutie, and it is far from being comparable to that year.

The small umbrella rushed to the tip of the monks' swords in the air a few times, and suddenly opened, allowing them to plunge into a large poignant sunset maple forest, in the beautiful lake and mountains, small bridges, orchid boats, weeping willows, falling maples, green skirts, red crisp hands, golden step shaking, nine-song corridors... In the winding light and shadow, the beautiful woman is picturesque, emotional, and the clothes are in the wind, if far and near, but the tired woman in white is gone, and the stench tent behind her is missing.

Stunned, they slowly approached each other with their swords in their hands, looking around in horror.

A monk picked up a piece of fallen maple in confusion, and found that it was not an illusion, with red mesophyll, pale yellow veins, brown and black insect eyes... It's all clear, more distinct than his palm prints.

Suddenly, he screamed bitterly, and the maple leaf was like a boiling magma, instantly melting his palm and quickly spreading to the whole arm; a companion who was still conscious hurriedly swung his sword and cut off his arm, but the terrible melt still snorted and smoked towards his shoulder and neck; another person practiced the water system exercises, opened his mouth and sprayed a lot of water at him, only to see the screaming monk's body convulse violently several times, and fall to the ground in an uproar, turning into a pile of soggy sobering ashes... They didn't know that these maple leaves were all made of fire crystal, how could they be extinguished by ordinary water?

The two frightened surviving monks were terrified, and they stepped back in anticipation, and suddenly two green green vines the thickness of children's arms poured out from the ground, tying them up into a pair of large meat dumplings. Hu Wangcai shook his umbrella and sent them into the small world.

Seeing Zi Xiu staring at this umbrella with great admiration, Hu Wangcai couldn't help but be proud, and praised himself very stinkyly: "This is tailor-made for me by Lao Cui, which is completely in line with your brother and me's suave temperament and shape... Everything must be said appropriately, and this kind of elegant magic weapon should be carried by an old man like Lao Kun, which is inevitably laughable and generous, and it is extremely discordant..."

Although Kunlun Nu didn't know what it meant to be suave, he was very disdainful of his boasting: "I don't want this kind of girly thing to give me for nothing! I'm the number one hero of the Zuokul Division!"

"Don't mention your Zuokul tribe-- aren't all the people of your tribe dead?" Hu Wangcai hated others the most and laughed at him for being girly, and the evil bird who killed a thousand knives even gave him a heinous nickname: Hu Niangniang.

Kunlun Nu's eyes flashed with terrible anger, which startled Hu Wangcai. Zi Xiu hurriedly persuaded: "Brother Hu, don't say a word... Kunlun is a hero, it goes without saying. ”

Kunlun Nu and Hu Wangcai snorted at the same time, and that's it.

The woman in white paused slightly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and continued to walk into another tent with her head down.

Hu Wangcai and the three quietly landed from the sky and followed her into the tent.

As soon as he was stunned, a mixed and complicated stench came to his face, and he saw that it was full of dying patients, about twenty or thirty people, with different clothes and accessories, ranging from fat and thin, and all of them were left with a breath of residual air. Hu Wangcai was invisible behind him, and they were all curious to see how she could be treated. I saw that she was empty-handed, and she didn't carry a medicine box on her back, and she was alone, I don't know how hard it would take to take care of so many dying people?

The woman in white squatted down, untied the placket of a middle-aged man's clothes, and looked at it, her right palm was slightly bent, covering his middle acupoint, and a light and pure white light like moonlight escaped from her palm, as if slowly seeping into the other party's skin... The gray-black dead aura on the middle-aged man's face was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was slightly flushed. He let out a low breath and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Holy Maiden..."

The pupils of Kunlun Nu's eyes suddenly contracted: Seeing more and more light! He saw with his own eyes the white "clouds" that Long Lin pulled out of his body, the same form, the same breath. Could it be that this woman in white is... Emma's heart was beating wildly, and in his ears it was like a god beating a giant drum, thump... Boom... Boom...

But the woman in front of her was as pale and weak as a leaf in the autumn frost, giving people a poignant impression for no reason, which seemed to be completely inconsistent with the memory of Emma's fiery temperament left to him.

The saint gave the same relief to everyone in the tent, but the white light was infused in different parts, some on the chest, some on the back, some on the top of the head, under the armpits, on the arches of the feet, behind the ears... Even in hidden areas. It's hard for her to be calm and calm, with no disgust or fear in her eyes, just focusing on treatment. When the three of them saw it, they couldn't help but praise her for her compassion and worthy of the name of a saint.

Hu Wangcai saw that she had a beautiful figure and elegant manners, although he couldn't see the whole face, he already decided that she had the posture of a heavenly man, and he couldn't help but be excited. There are a lot of beauties in the small world, but except for Yi Xinliu, who has no charm and only knows how to work, no one pretends to be a color to him, and even Su Ningxin, who is unlucky, can't help but pull off a braid (whip) and beat him to a rotten sheep's head; Forget it... He couldn't help but spread the word to Kunlun Nu and Zixiu: "If you are kind, you are beautiful, this girl must be beautiful!"

"Don't beat her up!" Kunlun Nu shouted at him.

Hu Wang's wealth knotted, "It's your business! You brute, are you begging for a beating?"

Kunlun Nu said unceremoniously: "The eldest master said, as long as I practice Chiye Gong well, even the head of the demon god can be cut off, do you think I can't cut off your dog's head?"

Hu Wangcai was so angry that he was sifting chaff all over his body, his handsome white face was as red as a shrimp in the boiling water, and he screamed sharply after a while, "I'm a fox!"