The Wolf King didn't expect the Corpse King to know so many secrets of the wolf clan, and he was extremely uncomfortable in his heart, but there was no way to absorb it, so he decided to retreat temporarily.

After the Wolf King retreated, the Corpse King looked at the sky, and then at the forest where Mo Yan was going in the distance, and suddenly sighed: "Alas, what am I here to do in this world? ”

Then, he walked towards a beautiful scenery, and a handsome young man in white held an iron fan and shook it slowly and then disappeared into the beauty.

After the Corpse King and the Prison Wolf King left, Mo Yan walked into the forest, and dozens of towering trees stood in front of him, and Mo Yan suddenly felt that he was much smaller.

When Mo Yan walked to the heart of the forest, the ghost doctor reminded him, "This is it." ”

Mo Yan looked around and asked, "Where did the medicine tripod come from?" ”

"Do it on the spot."

"Do it on the spot? Is there any mistake? "Mo Yan was so desperate when he heard the news that he dared to do it himself for a long time.

The ghost doctor said, "There is no mistake. ”

"There's nothing here, how?" Mo Yan looked around his forehead, except for countless towering trees and some rocks, there was nothing else, how to make a medicine tripod.

The ghost doctor replied, "Can you tell what kind of trees these are?" ”

Mo Yan looked at the thick tree, which could only be surrounded by two or three people, and responded, "I don't know! Don't sell it, tell me what you want me to do? ”

The ghost doctor replied, "That's the Golden Silk Nanmu!" ”

"Golden Silk Nanmu! This is the golden silk nanmu? Mo Yandu was shocked.

The ghost doctor continued: "Cut it down! ”

"What, chopped? So when do you have to cut it thick? Mo Yan asked.

The ghost doctor was not in a hurry, but just said to Mo Yan: "This is the last way to save Mo Qi, cut it or not, you can do it yourself!" ”

After speaking, the ghost doctor stopped making a sound, but Mo Yan suddenly pulled out the resignation.

Boom!

A sword roared from the forest, and then the inexplicable birds perched on the trees were startled and flew away.

"Boom!"

Mo Yan didn't have any more doubts, and directly slashed down with a sword, only to hear a metal collision, Mo Yan suddenly felt that his arm was numb.

But in order not to give up, Mo Yan's suffering is nothing, so he kept slashing the golden silk nanmu in front of him.

Even if it is like cutting on an iron tree, it will not flinch, and it will not take long for Mo Yan's tiger mouth to be broken and blood will flow, but Mo Yan still cuts as always, leaving no effort to cut, even if it is an hour, it is only a little bit of the outer skin of this tree, if it is not a good sword in his hand, if it is replaced by other ordinary blades, it will be scrapped a long time ago.

The ghost doctor saw Mo Yan's behavior in his eyes, which reminded him of his former self, and he was so persistent.

At that time, he was still ...... alone.

It was that battle that made the ghost doctor no longer human.

"After all these years, it seems that order has returned to the Nether, and we can finally take a good rest." A handsome young man in silver armor said.

An old man beside him who seemed to be a little older laughed and said, "This is all the credit of you, the god of war of Kunbu." ”

The young man glanced sideways and said, "Lu Kui, how can you be regarded as one of the thirty-six heavenly generals, pay attention to what you say." ”

"Yes, yes, next time, be sure to pay attention, be sure to pay attention." Lu Kui apologized again and again.

"Forget it, pay attention to yourself in the future, I still have to complete the task assigned by the God Emperor in the lower realm, so I won't talk to you more." The man's figure flashed, and he disappeared.

Lu Kui pinched his fingers and calculated, and an indescribable emotion surged up: "Alas, I didn't expect another twenty years to pass so quickly, it seems that the God Emperor is still worried about that matter." ”

……

In a remote mountain village, the air is crisp, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, which makes people have to sigh such a picture of paradise, and suddenly there is a lively sound of bamboo cannons in the village.

"Crackling, crackling......."

There is a lively and prosperous scene everywhere, every house is hung with newly bought red lanterns, and the festive Spring Festival couplets are pasted at the door of each house, although each family is some dilapidated wooden huts, but the kindness and harmony of this village can be seen from the smiles of the neighbors.

An aunt dressed in coarse cloth, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, walked to a small wooden house in the corner of the village with a smile on her face and knocked on the somewhat dilapidated door.

"Yingzi, Yingzi."

"Here we are." A young woman with a baby less than a year old in her arms heard a knock at the door.

"It's Aunt Zhang, who are you?" The young woman was also dressed in coarse linen clothes, and her appearance was not bad, but this kind of dress made her a little disproportionate.

"Yingzi, isn't it Chinese New Year's Eve today, no, I'll send you a little corn, you grind it into flour and make porridge for the child to drink." After speaking, Aunt Zhang stuffed the bamboo basket in her hand to Yingzi.

Yingzi was still holding the child in one hand, and she couldn't push it over at all, so she could only accept it embarrassedly, looked at the back of Aunt Zhang, who had turned away, and said a little sourly: "Aunt Zhang, thank you." ”

Turning around and walking into the house, a man's deep voice came out: "Yingzi, who is it?" ”

"It's Aunt Zhang from the south of the village who brought us corn."

"Oh, she sent us something again, and we will definitely have to repay them well in the future." The man is cutting some vegetarian dishes in his hands, preparing to make dumplings for the evening.

"Yes, for so many years, the people in the village have helped us a lot, so let's come to our house to eat dumplings together in the evening." Yingzi suggested.

In a small wooden house in the corner of the village, a few oil lamps were lit, and the dim light shone on the small wooden table, and several people were drinking and chatting.

A white-haired old man sitting at the top said: "Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone should be happy, and we will be better tomorrow." ”

"Yes, big brother, our tomorrow will definitely be better, I hope my father will bless the three of us." The middle-aged man sitting on the side raised the turbid wine in his hand and said.

"Second brother, we must go out in the future, and never stay in such a place to suffer again." The youngest in the third line said.

"Twenty years ago, my father risked his life to keep us at peace today for the sake of our three brothers, and if we don't know how to be satisfied, I'm afraid it will be like twenty years ago." The white-haired old man, as the eldest of the family, warned his two younger brothers like this.

Yingzi's husband was the second in line, and he was relatively calm, and listened to the boss's words in his heart, and said: "What the eldest brother said is right, you must be patient, you will always wait for that day." ”

"But when?" The third child was an impatient person, so he threw the dishes and chopsticks on the wooden table angrily and left angrily.

The white-haired old man shook his head helplessly and said, "The third child's temperament must be changed." ”

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, go get him back." Yingzi said like the second child while holding the baby.

"Uh-huh." The second child responded, and suddenly a loud thunder sounded, appearing without warning.

"Boom."

With a huge lightning bolt appearing in mid-air, the baby in Yingzi's arms was suddenly frightened and cried.

"It's a good day, if you say thunder, it will thunder." The second child was just about to go out.

"Uncle Guang, go and take a look, the third child of your family is dying."

He was killed by a thunderbolt, and when he woke up again, he came to Earth, and he was still a 'vegetative person'.

It can be seen that the dragon clan, the corpse clan, and the medicine clan are not from this world, is their appearance a coincidence, or everything is arranged.

They had no way of knowing .......

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