The state of Chen Rusheng and the Ninth Master is obviously better than I imagined.

In terms of the extent of the injuries, compared to Fang Shiliang not long ago, they must be seriously injured.

But the strange thing is that the state they appear in is not comparable to Fang Shiliang.

It's not that they can recover on their own, it's mainly that the state they show after being exposed to evil qi is much more comfortable.

Even though I hadn't rescued them yet, they were both in a good state.

The yin qi in the body gathers but does not disperse, which is very similar to the mountain and river qi in Fang Shiliang's body, as if it is actively protecting their "heart veins".

"Old Shen, are they in the same situation as me?" Fang Shiliang squatted beside me and watched with great interest as I treated Chen Rusheng's injuries.

I have to say that the look on his face is extremely mocking, watching me treat my illness is as festive as watching the Spring Festival Gala.

If Chen Rusheng woke up, he would definitely not be able to see me at first glance, but he could only see Fang Shiliang's face full of smiling.

"A little more serious than you." I whispered, "But the poisonous gases that invade the flesh are all very similar, basically the same." ”

"How do I feel they're not as miserable as me?" Fang Shiliang muttered, it seemed that he was a little unbalanced, and his expression was extremely depressed: "It's more serious than me, it's not as uncomfortable as me, is God deliberately making things difficult for me or what?" ”

"Because you're alive." I laughed and said, "Their real body is close to the physical body, but it is only close to the physical body, not the real physical body, so from a certain point of view, they will be affected by those evil qi, and the symptoms will be much milder than yours." ”

Hearing me say this, Fang Shiliang nodded, looked at Chen Rusheng carefully, and asked me with some expectation: "Like them, are they difficult to treat?" ”

I saw the anticipation on his face and gave him an answer.

"Incurable."

The soul is different from the physical body, the true body of the immortal family is half soul and half flesh, and a mixture like this, the division of qi and the circulation route are more difficult to grasp than that of a living person.

But fortunately, I don't have to do it myself, and there are three-winged insects to help me go in and gnaw, so ......

"Thanks to the fact that the two of them are immortals!" Zhenjianghe stood on the side, and after witnessing the three-winged insect break through Chen Rusheng's true body and burrow into its neck, he expressed this emotion: "If I encounter this thing, I have to let such a big insect get in, then it is better to die." ”

Hearing this, Fang Shiliang's expression froze, as if he remembered some not very good memories, and his eyes were full of fear.

"That Gu seems to be changing."

Yuan Shaoweng said coldly, squatting next to Chen Rusheng, carefully observing the hole that was broken by the three-winged insect, his tone was surprised and confused, as if he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

"I've seen a lot of Gu worms, but none of them are like this." Yuan Shaoweng muttered; "Its own strength is not strong, and its foundation is not as thick as the Golden Silkworm Gu, but the energy contained in its body is more complex than I imagined!"

"It's relying on food qi to cultivate." Dong Lao Xian'er said, her eyes full of surprise: "This insect is devouring those foreign evil qi, and in the process, its own qi is getting stronger and stronger. ”

"Squeak!!"

The rat barked twice, he should have understood Dong Laoxian'er's words, and showed a disdainful look very humanely, leaned over and patted his stomach, squeaking non-stop.

"What does it say?" Dong Lao Xian'er asked me.

"Xiaopang is saying that it can also eat qi, and it can also rely on food qi to practice, no worse than the three-winged insect." I translated truthfully, then glanced at the rat and reminded it: "You can eat a limited amount of gas, its stomach is a bottomless pit, and when it comes to food, you really can't compare to it." ”

As soon as I said this, the rat suddenly became anxious, and jumped on my shoulder, squeaking and squeaking.

Everyone present could see that I was deliberately saying this to the rats.

This little fat man's brain is a bit of an axis, and sometimes it can't turn around, and if no one hits it, the next time it encounters a similar situation, it will go on without waiting for my consent.

These evil qi have no effect on the three-winged worm, but Xiaopang is different, the rat is not a three-winged insect after all, and eating qi is only a method for it to eat, not the most important means of cultivation.

The qi that it can eat into its stomach and the qi that can ensure that it is not affected by itself have certain limitations, and they are all common ones.

For example, the evil qi that invaded Chen Rusheng's body this time was not something that the rat could digest casually.

If it eats a belly of evil gas stupidly, there may be a big problem!

"Xiao Shen, the people of the old sect seem to be aiming at the northeast, what's going on, have you thought about it?" Dong Lao Xian'er asked, and coldly handed me a cigarette, his expression was very sincere, and he had a kind of asking for advice.

I hurriedly raised my hands to take the cigarette and said in a proper manner, "Maybe it's because of me." ”

"Yes, you're a point of concentrated fire, but is there any other purpose for the Old Church besides you?" Dong Lao Xian'er asked quietly: "I heard that they have started to play low-key in other places, and they seem to have done a lot of great things in our high-profile three eastern provinces." ”

"They seem to be looking for something." Zhenjianghe nodded, as if he also knew some inside stories, and chatted with us with a gossipy face: "Listening to my friends, those sub-cultists seem to be looking for some magic weapons, and it seems that they are still ours." ”

Song Butian glanced at me quietly, I didn't say anything, and shrugged my shoulders.

Seeing me like this, his expression became a little contradictory, as if he didn't know whether to say it or not.

The old sect is looking for something, this news is only one-sided, and the real situation should be that Qiao Xiangu is looking for something.

What she is looking for is also Song Butian's goal.

Witch prayer drum.

If this artifact belonged to another sect, then Song Butian would definitely not intentionally conceal it, but this thing is the treasure of the Chuma family and shamanism.......

Not to mention whether Zhenjianghe and Dong Lao Xian'er will think about it, they just take the magic weapon away with their heads stuffy, and take this treasure belonging to the shamanism of the Chuma family across the Shanhaiguan, and it is not good to say it.

A gentleman took away something that didn't belong to his own sect, and he couldn't use it, if he said it, who wouldn't say that Song Butian had plucked his feathers?

If the reputation of the Song family is stinked because of this incident, Song Butian will not regret it even if he dies.

What he wants to do most in his life is nothing else, which is to revitalize the Song family and bring the dead Song family back to life.

So, when it comes to this, he is really a bit contradictory.

Say it, appear to be atmospheric, and don't say it....... Sooner or later, they'll find out!

"The Old Sect is looking for a magic weapon." Song Butian whispered: "That magic weapon is still the treasure of your Ma family's shaman's family. ”

Hearing Song Butian say this, Zhenjianghe and Dong Lao Xian'er immediately became interested, and the expressions on their faces were full of curiosity, but there was no greed in the eyes of ordinary people.

"In our two families, there are a lot of magic weapons that can be called treasures, which one are you talking about?" Dong Lao Xian'er asked with interest.

"yes!" Zhenjianghe smiled: "I didn't know that there were such good things in the three eastern provinces!" ”

"That magic weapon is a drum." Song Butian sighed: "Wuzi praying for the heavenly drum, have you two heard of it?" ”

After getting this answer, Zhenjianghe and Dong Lao Xian'er's eyes immediately widened, and they shouted in unison: "It's that thing?!! That drum shouldn't be known! Where did they get their news?!! ”

To be honest, after hearing the words "Wuzi praying for the heavenly drum", the expressions of these two old men were not as excited as I imagined, but there was a kind of ....... Incomprehensible horror?

Not only did I notice this, but Song Butian also noticed it, so he couldn't help but ask curiously: "You also know that thing?" ”

"Yes, it's not a general know." Dong Lao Xian'er said, frowned, and glanced at Zhenjianghe: "That was twenty years ago, right?" Just when we are fighting with people in Changbai Mountain! ”

Zhenjianghe sighed and said, yes.

"I don't know what you've heard about that magic weapon, but as an elder, I have one more word, which can be regarded as a ....... to persuade you" Dong Lao Xian'er said, as if she had guessed Song Butian's thoughts, stared at him directly, and said: "That magic weapon, even if it falls into our hands, we have to dispose of it immediately, and we must not keep it." ”

"What??" Song Butian was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Dong Lao Xian'er to say this: "Why??" ”

Dong Lao Xian'er smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"The Wuzi Prayer Drum is not a magic weapon, it is an evil weapon."

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