"Walk in his kingdom, and hear his voice, his blessings are all-bound, his wisdom is all-knowing, his eyes are all-bound, he calls upon his name, evil retreats of itself, he writes his scriptures, the power of God goes on forever, he whispers his words, and the power of the holy powers is awe-inspiring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

A white rock altar stood in the center of the tent, and the majestic holy power flowed on the altar with a slight crack in the wind and frost, and it seemed that thousands of people could be heard shouting:

"May my prayers be heard in your heaven......"

"Praise be unto my God, mercy for ever!"

"Evil to the earth, glory to my God."

Above the altar lay the unconscious Peng Weinan, surrounded by seven long-maned ascetic priests in plain hooded cloaks, who gathered around Peng Weinan, singing chants and using Iola's divine power to fight the plague.

The power of the god of mercy turned into holy light, gently enveloping the patient, and every moment there was divine power as a good medicine into Peng Weinan's body, gradually, the blue and black color on the face of the high school student gradually faded, and the painful expression became soothing, and the treatment seemed to really work.

The sound of the chant gradually faded, and the warm glow slowly dissipated, and after the last prayer, the dim military tent returned to calm, only the altar under Peng Weinan was still faintly glowing.

The ascetic priests turned around, folded their hands between their sleeves, hid their faces under their hoods, and said nothing.

Lin Qing, who was standing on the sidelines and watching, narrowed his eyes with a dark light, and the eyes of the underworld had already seen clearly what the priests were going to say, but he still waited quietly for the priest's announcement.

"We have done our best," said the ascetic priest on the far left, his voice old and hoarse, and his figure a little clumsy, "but still we can't cure the plague from this child." ”

"He's too weak," another voice rang out, a young male with a deep rock accent, "the plague has taken control of everything it wants. ”

"Terminally ill." The priest standing on the far right summed up, his voice lifeless and lifeless.

Although he had known the result for a long time, Lin Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Peng Weinan did not have the strong physique that the imperial soldiers had been tempered thousands of, nor did he have the one-star quality that Ye Fenjie had obtained from the card, as a newcomer, he was not at all sporadic in the evaluation of the main god, and the plague directly entered Peng Weinan's blood through the wound of his index finger, and even the wound passed through his mouth, and the poison of the plague had spread to the whole body.

Through the eyes of the underworld, Lin Qing could already see the black epidemic qi swimming around in Peng Weinan's body, wreaking havoc.

Seeing that Lin Qing was silent and did not respond, the taller priest in the middle slowly spoke, this is a female priest, her voice is a little mature and hoarse, but with a strange charm: "This plague is very cunning and quite dangerous, it completely occupies this child's body, and here it fights against Aeola's divine power, it is vicious, ferocious, and even has a simple but evil wisdom, which is beyond Aeola's power, only Rashand's priests can fight against it." ”

"The plague is destroying his body, and Iola's divine power can only heal the wounds as much as possible, but it will bring him more pain," the youngest priest of the ascetic priests finally spoke, his voice was young and immature, sounding similar to Peng Weinan's age, "This smells the same as the voodoo of the goblin shaman, and his body cannot accept the fierce struggle between the divine power and the voodoo plague, even the mildest divine power...... We can only delay his life. ”

"Deferred death penalty." Again, a deep voice summed it up.

Wow. The tent was lifted, the scorching sunlight shredded the darkness of the tent like a sword, and the head was full of shredded silver hair, and the captain of the Lion Legion, Fernseus, walked into the tent, followed by a short, stocky figure, and an old man in a tattered robe, pedantic glasses, and a messy white hair.

"So this plague is hard to cure?" As soon as he entered, Fernseus opened his mouth to ask questions, and his vigorous momentum was condensed in the commander, and he never delayed in dealing with major matters.

"Yes, although with the quality of an imperial soldier, he can be baptized and healed, but it will consume a lot of energy from the priest," the old ascetic priest bowed slightly, answering the commander's question, "and the plague is not a rigid and stubborn disease. ”

"What plague is not a plague, let me try!" The dwarf who had a relationship with Lin Qing shouted loudly, and he trotted all the way to the altar that was almost as tall as him, took off a hanging necklace from his neck, and held the necklace close to Peng Weinan's body.

"Lin, thank you for discovering the plague in time," Fernseus took advantage of the dwarf's actions and came to Lin Qing's side to thank him.

"This is my duty, Legion Commander, and you are not the only one looking forward to victory for humans and dwarves in this war." Lin Qing greeted Fernseus, but his eyes looked in the direction of the dwarf without a trace.

The pendant in the dwarf's hand seems to be carved from the rock, he holds the stone pendant, and his mouth is chanting the language of the mountain dwarf, which can almost hear the ancient language of the long river of time, the slow rhythm is like the pulse of the earth, blowing the low wind of the mountains, walking with the rhythm, the stone pendant also emits a yellow-brown shimmer.

A thick and rich breath full of vitality slowly flowed out from the light of the pendant, and the most primitive and simple vitality from Mother Earth was instilled into Peng Weinan's body, his somewhat pale face began to become ruddy, and his breathing became steady, but Peng Weinan still did not wake up.

The inky black plague qi was still raging and wandering in his body, and in Lin Qing's eyes, Peng Weinan's breath was still full of filthy plague, and the plague was like a maggot on the tarsal bones absorbing his vitality between his breaths.

The dwarves failed.

"This is a great rune spell inherited by the mountain dwarves, although the hill dwarves can also use rune spells, but the more effective big rune spells can only be mastered by the mountain dwarves." Fernsius introduced Lin Qing from the east on the side, and the solemnity in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"It's really amazing," Lin Qing nodded and praised, this great rune spell really had the thick and long divine intent of the earth line spell, "but it seems to be ......"

"Looks like he's failed." Fernseus picked up.

"Damn, what's going on, what the hell is this plague!" The dwarf muttered, put away the necklace in a gray manner, and returned to Fernseus, his face full of seriousness, "Old Fern, this time you have a hard stubble!" ”

The ascetic priests were still lined up to the side, not saying a word, and Fernseus sighed, turned to the old man behind him, and said, "Master Brigton, please. ”

"I'll take a look first, I'll take a look first," the raunchy old man nodded, grabbed his messy hair, and walked over to Peng Weinan's side with a chattering look, he took out a small dagger, and neatly cut off Peng Weinan's healed right index finger, and took the bloody wound into his mouth.

Lin Qing raised his eyebrows, he had never seen this way of curing the plague.

"Phew," the old man spitted out a mouthful of blood and smacked his lips, "I need a green turtledove, it's a fresh green turtle dove!" The more the merrier...... In this way, it was possible to delay the time and wait for the arrival of the priests of Rashand. ”

"As for this child...... the old man glanced at Peng Weinan who was unconscious, then turned his gaze to Lin Qing, and the other people in the military tent also looked at the Xuanpao Daoist on the side.

In another tent, three newcomers waited anxiously, their captain and his teammates infected with the plague disappeared, and more than ten minutes ago they had been in close contact with the plague-infected teammates, and the newcomers even thought that they had been infected with the terrible plague.

An abrupt prompt sounded, and the faces of the three newcomers turned pale:

"Peng Weinan, a member of the Lin Qing team, is dead!"

PS: A few minutes late, there is more today

In addition, it is stated that the author and the digital frenzy, the author of the infinite underworld is really not the same person, the introduction is inspired by the lyrics on the water side, and the latter part refers to the preface of Afang Gongfu and Tengwang Pavilion, the first two sentences are pressed with rhyme, the title of the book originally thought of the infinite underworld, but the "of" is too earthy, so it became the current title of the book...... It's really not the author's pot!

Thank you Micheal.he, Xu Mengtianya, and Yu Huajiao for the reward!