The black qi on Wu Xian's body slowly dissipated, and he sat at the head of Shui Yanxi's bed, thinking quickly in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw Shui Motian looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze. Those eyes seemed to be insightful of the world, and his heart was shocked.

The witch doctor hurriedly leaned down, prostrate on the ground and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, the young master, he is fine, and it is estimated that he will wake up soon." Just ......"

Shui Motian looked at him with a complicated expression, and Wu Xian crawled to the ground and said loudly: "Your Excellency, there is something in your subordinates, I don't know whether to talk about it or not." ”

Shui Motian glanced at Shui Yanxi, who was sleeping quietly on the bed, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?" Let's hear about it. ”

Wu Xian said: "Your Excellency, your subordinates can only temporarily control the young master's head disease, but not cure it. The head is the most important part of the human body, and if not treated properly, the slightest carelessness can lead to mental disorders...... The subordinates heard that Shushan Xianmen Medicine is proficient in acupuncture therapy, which can break the meridian bones, and even regenerate dead bones, and can also open up the seven meridians and eight veins of people. ”

Shui Motian didn't answer, he pondered for a long time with his hands behind his back, and finally just sighed, and asked Youyou: "Wu Xian, how long has our Wu family been in the West Immortal Gate?" ”

Wu Xian replied respectfully: "Tell Your Excellency, although your subordinates are only in their twenties, the Wu family has been serving the Western Immortal Sect for five hundred years. ”

Shui Motian's sharp eyes looked at him as if he knew everything, and he was terrified.

After a long time, Shui Motian said leisurely: "The deity still remembers that when the deity was only a hundred years old, the ancestor I saw for the first time recommended himself to come to my Xianmen as a witch doctor...... In the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed, and the descendants of the witch family have been generation after generation, although the generations are not the same, for some reason, the deity always feels as if it is the same person, is this the mystery of witchcraft? ”

Wu Xian looked at the ink sky carefully, but his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Since his primordial god was reincarnated as a descendant of the witch family, since he was reincarnated as the first generation of the human race, every generation of the witch family has been the same primordial god who dominates the flesh of those witch doctors. He thinks that it is too difficult for the human body to cultivate the art of immortality, so at the end of each life, he will take the technique of snatching away the descendants of the witchcraft and easily seize the other party's primordial god, so as to achieve the goal of making the primordial god immortal.

His primordial god originally belonged to the demon race, and the original primordial god cultivation was powerful, although it was only a remnant of the primordial god, but it was convenient and fast for him, and the operation was simple, which saved him a lot of trouble in cultivation, after all, there are still many differences between the cultivation of the demon race and the human race.

Shui Motian continued: "In the future, I will be responsible for following Yan'er to protect him." After a period of time, the deity would repair the book to the Feng master of the Shushan Xianmen, begging him to promise to let the medicine gate treat Yan'er. ”

Wu Xian was ecstatic in his heart, bowed down and replied, "Yes, my subordinates will go and prepare." ”

After Wu Xian went down, Shui Motian came to Shui Yanxi's bedside, stretched out his hand and touched his handsome face lovingly, covered him with a quilt, and stood at the head of the bed for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

Shui Motian slowly walked out of Shui Yanxi's room, came to his study, and closed the door.

He has lived for more than 600 years, with a group of wives and concubines, but he only has such a precious son in his life.

Shui Yanxi has been smart and clever since he was a child, and he has a great talent for cultivating immortals, and Shui Motian has devoted himself to cultivating him and has placed infinite hopes on him. At a young age, Shui Yanxi had already cultivated to the twelfth heaven of the Supreme Immortal Realm, revealing an extremely high talent for cultivating immortals, and he did not disappoint.

Ink Heaven sat at his desk, quietly contemplating. he

I can't help but think of the year when Shui Yanxi was sick.

Thirteen years ago, Shui Motian took Shui Yanxi, who was only eight years old, to inspect the rudder of the West Immortal Gate in the east, and when he passed through Chang'an Town, he happened to coincide with the Vulcan Festival in Chang'an Town.

That night, Shui Motian took the eight-year-old Shui Yanxi to watch the lantern and had a lot of fun with him. Later, Shui Yanxi was too tired from playing and fell asleep on his shoulder, so he personally sent his son back to the guest room of the inn to rest, and instructed the five elders to take good care of him. He continued to take the eldest elder and the second elder to watch the fireworks by the Ruohe River.

According to the Fifth Elder, that night, Shui Yanxi had nightmares and slept very unsteadily, and Shui Motian only thought that the children were too excited to play, and did not take it to heart.

A few days later, Shui Motian found that a faint red vertical line had grown on Shui Yanxi's forehead, and he was puzzled, and he checked it with immortal power several times, but found no abnormality.

Unexpectedly, half a year later, the red vertical lines on Shui Yanxi's forehead became more and more vivid, like a birthmark firmly growing in the flesh, and could no longer be removed, after which Shui Yanxi began to have a head attack.

In the first ten years, it was only an occasional seizure, and in the past two years, it has been repeated several times a year, and in recent months it has even progressed to once a month. Every time he had a head attack, Shui Yanxi was in pain, and it was difficult to sleep and eat, which broke his heart.

Shui Motian invited countless famous doctors to come to treat his son, but the doctors all said that he had a wind disease, and he could only treat it conservatively but could not cure it.

He looked at his son, who was getting thinner and thinner, anxious and worried. It wasn't until half a year ago that when he visited his son's Shenting Cave again, he found that in Shui Yanxi's Shenting Cave, there was a nine-tailed young man's phantom, looming above his son's Yuanshen, he was shocked and worried, and then he realized that his son was suffering from a head disease, because he was invaded by the powerful Yuanshen and wanted to be taken away.

Shui Motian tried all kinds of methods, but he couldn't expel the nine-tailed fox primordial god hidden in his son's body.

Because, the nine-tailed fox's primordial spirit has deeply completed most of the fusion with Shui Yanxi's primordial spirit, if it is forcibly expelled, Shui Yanxi will be crazy and stupid at best, and he will be killed at worst, and he will not be able to do that hand no matter what!

Shui Motian took out a letter from the desk, which was sent by the head of the Xianmen Feng of Shushan a few days ago.

He unfolded it and read it again, and the general meaning of the letter was: At present, there are many natural disasters and man-made disasters in the world, and the enchantment of the ancient gods under the Kunlun void cloth has been broken, and I am afraid that some demons will come out to bring disaster to the world. Legend has it that the demons were expelled to the Wild Quicksand, and the entrance to the Wild Quicksand is in the polar region of the Western Wilderness. If there is any change, be sure to ask the West Immortal Gate to help protect the peace of the world.

After pondering for a moment, he got up and searched in the study for a long time, pulling out a wooden box from a dark compartment. The box was old and covered with dust.

Ink Heaven opened the box, took out an extremely ancient bamboo slip book from it, and spread it out in front of him.

Due to the age of the bamboo slips, the handwriting has been a little blurred, and the color of the bamboo slips is also yellow and dark, exuding a musty smell.

The ink sky gently wiped off the dust on the bamboo slips, revealing several ancient words on the homepage of the bamboo slips, "Ancient Mythology".

Ink Heaven opened the bamboo slips and read them carefully, reading and reading, his expression became more and more solemn.

The bamboo slip reads:

The Protoss rules over all the races of the world, the human race, the demon race, the demon race, and all things in the world.

.......

The demon god Xuanyuan is ruthless, and he is a thousand-year-old nine-tailed white fox in Qingqiu Mountain.

......

Xuanyuan is ruthless and profound, and he was elected as the emperor of the demon race, ruling the demon clan for tens of thousands of years.

……

Because of the indiscriminate killing of innocents, the demons were intercepted and killed by the joint efforts of the Protoss and the immortal cultivators, and the remnants were driven to the wild quicksand of the Western Wilderness and Arctic Regions, and they were permanently sealed there.

……

There is a void black hole barrier between the human world and the wild quicksand, and the demons can no longer return to the human world, leaving them to fend for themselves in the wild quicksand.

......

Xuanyuan Ruthless was also killed, and Xuanyuan's ruthless Yuan Shen was sealed in Shennong Ding by Emperor Fuxi, a descendant of the Protoss.

......

The nine-tailed white fox has nine lives, as long as there is a soul still alive, it can be poured into the mortal body and reborn and reborn, if the seizure is successful, it can be combined with its original god, and the nine-tailed fox will also be destroyed.

.....

The expression on Ink Tian's face changed, as if he was engaged in an extremely complex ideological struggle.

What he can be sure of is that the nine-tailed fox who wants to give up Shui Yanxi is definitely not an ordinary person, it must be a powerful existence such as a demon or a demon.

He tried countless methods, but he couldn't expel the Primordial God. If the Shushan Immortal Sect can come forward for acupuncture treatment, I wonder if it can be separated and expelled through the method of dredging the meridians?

Shui Motian was stunned for a long time before he sighed: That's it, no matter what the final result is, Shui Yanxi is still his only son in the end.

In the end, he will become himself, or become the Demon King and Demon Emperor, or become a combination of him and the demon, and it depends on his creation!

What did the world become in the end, and what did it have to do with his ink painting?

He had lived for more than 600 years, and his days were numbered. But he only has such a precious son in his life, as long as he can save his life, he can't care about it.

It's just that this world has been peaceful for a long time, it will be together for a long time, it will be divided for a long time, it should come, let it come, he would rather let the people of the world bury his son than sacrifice his son to save the world, this is his selfish heart as a father.

Wu Xian returned to his room, recalling the message he received from Zhu Yan a few days ago, and his mood suddenly became excited.

He took out a small paper talisman, drew on it with a stroke of his pen, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and after the paper talisman burned, it turned into a cloud of green smoke and drifted into the air.

Zhu Yan's panicked face suddenly appeared in the green smoke, and Zhu Yan hurriedly shouted: "Wu Xian, I am being chased and killed by the people of Shushan Xianmen, fleeing to Lanjun City, save me quickly, save me quickly!" ”

The green smoke disappeared in an instant, Wu Xian's face changed sharply, his heart was pounding, he walked back and forth in the house in a hurry, and finally settled down.

Wu Xian took out another paper talisman and quickly wrote on it: "Your Excellency has not yet succeeded in seizing the wilderness, quickly go to the wild quicksand, contact the three protectors of the Jade Brocade, open the barrier of the wild quicksand as soon as possible, and release the demons." ”

The paper charm turned into a cloud of green smoke and dissipated into the air. In the green smoke, but seeing Zhu Yan nodded, the broken furnace quickly turned a corner in the sky above Lanjun City, and quickly galloped towards the desert and polar wilderness quicksand, disappearing into the sky above Lanjun City.

Feng Chengcheng led everyone to wait at the gate of Lanjun City for a long time, only to see the little commander leading a man in black wrapped in a black cloak towards this side.

The man in black was wrapped in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as Gu Tan, and the whole person was full of mystery, and the man in black was obviously stunned when he saw the bright moon in the crowd, and immediately returned to normal.

Mingyue was looked at by the man in black with that kind of surprised eyes, and she felt quite uneasy, this ancient Lanjun city was full of mysterious atmosphere. She thought to herself, wondering what strange things would happen to them here? Is the fierce beast Zhu Yan hiding in this Lan County City?