The sound of the spirit is very close, so the king is the spirit king. The spirit, the witch, the monarch, the chief, the two into one, that is, the spirit king.

"How are you?" Wen Zhujun ignored the old woman lying on the ground, and at this time she was supporting Di Zi'an, Di Zi'an was a little out of strength, and what was even worse was that her temples began to tingle for a while, but she still endured the feeling of dizziness,

"Kill her, hurry up, or we'll all have to die when the Ba people come." Di Zi'an squeezed out a sentence with difficulty, and Wen Zhujun was stunned for a while.

Kill, kill?

Di Zi'an gritted his teeth, wanting to break free from Wen Zhujun's support and give the old woman the last blow, but as if he couldn't feel his feet, he wanted to take a step but almost fell to the ground, and finally Wen Zhujun held him up.

"Hurry up, kill her, and then I, there's a way. Wen Zhujun took a deep breath, gently lay the flute on the ground, walked to the white-clothed man with the mask, leaned down, and broke the dagger he was holding tightly.

It was so cold, when he touched the fingers of the man in white, he found that this person had completely turned into a block of ice, Wen Zhujun gritted his teeth and forcefully broke out the dagger that had been stuck to his hand. Then he cautiously approached the dying Wu Lan on the ground.

Walking in front of Wu Lan, Wu Lan seemed to feel something, and raised his head suddenly, making Wen Zhujun's frightened face pale.

The shriveled old face was completely cracked at this time, and dark red and almost jet-black blood flowed out of Wu Lan's eyes, not only the eyes, but also the nose and mouth. It looks as hideous as a demon.

"Kill her," Di Zi'an tried to get up several times on the side, but the pain in his head had made him completely unable to distinguish between southeast and northwest, Wen Zhujun finally gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger towards the old woman's neck as if he were completely self-defeating.

It didn't feel like it was piercing flesh and blood at all, it was like being stuck in wood, and there was no blood flowing out, Wen Zhujun let it go, and stabbed it a few more times with his eyes closed...... Eventually, as if something had been pierced, the sound of glass breaking came from Wu Lan's body.

The dying old woman finally stopped her last struggle, tilted her head, and stopped moving. Wen Zhujun looked at his hand holding the dagger in a daze, which was stained with jet-black liquid, as if he had suddenly come back to his senses, Wen Zhujun shook the dagger away violently and screamed.

"Alright, okay, stop screaming. Di Zi'an finally let himself stand up, listening to Wen Zhujun's scream, he felt his head hurt again, Wen Zhujun looked frightened, and he didn't know who killed who just now, Di Zi'an tried to take two steps, but his feet were weak and fell forward, fortunately Wen Zhujun reacted in time, so Di Zi'an fell into his arms again.

The face was once again buried in the softness of his chest, and Di Zi'an said that it was really soft and comfortable. Wen Zhujun was much more qualitative under the successive stimuli, but his pretty face was slightly red.

Not far away, the voice of the tribesmen shouting,

"Lord Wushou, the soldiers of the Qin people have already reached the foot of the mountain!"

Wen Zhujun's heart trembled, it was cold, the Ba people were coming, and they couldn't run away! Di Zi'an sighed faintly, and barely stood firm with the strength of Wen Zhujun's support, looking at Wen Zhujun's eyes.

"Take me to the Red Cave, and the rest is up to you. ”

Wen Zhujun was stunned, rely on me, don't, what can I do, I can't run away as soon as those Ba people come, and then Wen Zhujun saw Di Zi'an finish speaking, and plunged into his arms,

"You, what's wrong with you!" Wen Zhujun panicked, but found that the young man in his arms was not only horribly low in temperature, but also very light, and then looked closely, and found that Di Zi'an's exposed skin had cracks like broken ceramics.

Wen Zhujun gasped, can the human body crack like ceramics? This is going to die, right? Absolutely out of oil and the lamp is dry, right?

"Lord Wutou, retreat with us to the Holy Mountain. In the distance, two strong men from Ba ran over, Wen Zhujun felt that he was going to die, his only backer had fallen, and he couldn't run away anyway.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the corpse of Wu Lan, who had died before, on the ground behind him, and he had changed his appearance at some point, and he had seen it in the mirror for more than 20 years.

Suddenly, seeing his body lying on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, Wen Zhujun's heart was shocked for a while, and he didn't even notice that the two strong men of the Ba people ran to his side.

"Lord Wutou, you're alright, we're late!" When the two strong men saw the corpses on the ground, they were shocked and said fiercely.

"Damn the Inhuman! How dare you do it against the Witch Head!"

Wen Zhujun couldn't help but look at his hands, I don't know when, it has become a shriveled and thin appearance, so it is, I have become that witch blue?

No, it should be an illusion! Wen Zhujun unconsciously touched himself, wanting to make sure that he was still controlling his body at this time, but how domineering the heart flow illusion was, in order to ensure that it would not be exposed, Di Zi'an completely overdrew the illusion performed by his body, which was woven by the mind, whether it was the look or feel, it was completely simulated by the woven illusion.

Although the touch made her quite uncomfortable, Wen Zhujun couldn't care about it so much, she coughed, and sure enough, it was a hoarse voice like dead wood rubbing.

"Let's go, let the tribesmen, the boy go at once. After hesitating for a while, he handed Di Zi'an to the strong man on the side, "Take him, remember, don't hurt him, this person is very important!"

"Yes, Witch Head!" Although I don't know why Wu Yi took a stranger to the Holy Mountain, there must be Wu Shou's own considerations, one of the two strong men carefully carried the flute on his shoulder, and the other carried Wen Zhujun......

Then he walked like a fly, Wen Zhujun was carried on his back and felt like a bumper car, he felt so, that Di Zi'an, Wen Zhujun thought a little worriedly.

Di Zi'an couldn't express his feelings anymore because he had already lost consciousness......

"Lord Wutou, the children have retreated to the Holy Mountain, and now the Divine Stone is stationed there, waiting for you to preside over the overall situation. The two big men galloped along the mountain road for a while, and finally met the Ba people who responded to the halfway up the mountain, and the old man of the Ba people, who had a relationship with each other before, said to Wen Zhujun respectfully with a snake cane.

What is that...... It's no wonder that Wen Zhujun doesn't know these things, after all, Wen Zhujun in the real world is just a pampered wealthy woman, and there are a lot of people doing similar research for her, but at this time, Wen Zhujun is deeply aware that many things ultimately rely only on herself!

"Very good," Wen Zhujun thought for a moment, "Let the children be prepared to guard against foreign enemies, let's go to the Red Cave now!" Wen Zhujun did not forget Di Zi'an's instructions to take him to the Red Cave, although it is unrealistic to expect Di Zi'an to recover his combat effectiveness in the current situation, but after all, it is Di Zi'an's request, so let's do it.

"Do you mean the ancestral acupoint?" said the old man of the Ba people suspiciously, Wen Zhujun was very calm on the surface, but he was panicked in his heart, forgetting that the Ba people called the red acupoint the ancestral acupoint...... But he still remained silent, "Yes, it's the ancestral cave, the Qin people are coming, I want to take him into the ancestral cave!"

"Do you want to?" the old man seemed to think of something, and his eyes widened, "Sword bearer? But how can you let an outsider be a sword bearer?"

What the hell is the sword-wielding man? Wen Zhujun kept his face without missing a trace, and said lightly, "I have my own considerations, I will set off immediately, the Qin people are coming!"

The old man seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

......

"Xiba Man has five surnames, and there is no king, and all the ghosts and gods are involved, but they throw swords in the stone cave. Wen Zhujun took Di Zi'an and followed a Ganba people along the mountain road to wind upward, until finally met the large army of the Ba people, the Ba troops were deployed in front of a huge stone cave, and the women, the elderly and children had naturally been sent to a deeper place, and here were strong men with weapons.

Wen Zhujun guessed, but now that he is smart, he knows that he can't ask questions, so he commanded the strong man to walk into the stone cave with Di Zi'an on his back, and the other Ba people consciously made way for Wen Zhujun to open a passage, and the old man of the Ba people followed behind Wen Zhujun with a snake cane.

Walking into the cave, the view is wide, and the stone wall is lit by torches, until you go deep into the cave, and you come to two stone pillars standing side by side, one exuding a deep cold, and the other is as warm as if you are close to the furnace.

Yin-Yang Stone!

Wen Zhujun crossed the two strange stone pillars and looked further inside, and on the innermost side, there were three deep stone caves.

One of them is as red as blood, the other is as black as ink, and there is a stone cave in these two caves, but it has to be further inside, and there is no way to go, if there is still a road to the two red and black holes, then the innermost stone cave is on the opposite side of the fault.

Wen Zhujun looked at the stone cave that seemed to be rippling with blood, and those stone walls seemed to be soaked in blood, but for Wen Zhujun, who had received a higher education, he naturally knew that this was not blood, but copper mine.

"You guys go out, you come with me" Wen Zhujun commanded, and said to the strong man with Di Zi'an on his back, the old man hesitated for a moment, and finally retreated, Wen Zhujun let the strong man carry Di Zi'an on his back and walked into the red cave with him.

As soon as he entered the red hole, an unpleasant pungent smell came to his face, and the cave ground was puffed with a whole layer of red powder, all the way to it was similar powder, Wen Zhujun thought about it, it should be mercury sulfide, these things are highly poisonous, as the deeper into the inside, the smell became more and more serious, Wen Zhujun felt dizzy, until finally, he saw a smooth ground like a mirror, the red dust around him seemed to be embedded in the ground, and a broken stone sword was inserted into the ground, as if something was sealed in dust.

"You can also quit!" Wen Zhujun commanded with his own discomfort, and the strong man lightly put the flute down, and then retreated obediently. As soon as the strong man left his sight, Wen Zhujun hurriedly picked up Di Zi'an, "Quick, it's already here!

Di Zi'an's eyelids moved, struggling to open his eyes, the illusion that had been maintained was consuming his spirit all the time, at this time he could be said to be running out of oil, but at this time, a large amount of mercury vapor in the air was inhaled into his body, making him difficult to regain consciousness.

"You, you go out too, next, stay here, you can't bear it. Di Zi'an opened his mouth with difficulty, as if every word would consume his little strength, Wen Zhujun supported him worriedly, if he didn't support himself, he was afraid that this young man wouldn't even be able to stand up, Wen Zhujun thought so, but Di Zi'an suddenly broke free of her arms, pounced on the broken stone sword, pressed it on the hilt, and propped himself up with the hilt.

"Let's go out," Di Zi'an turned his head to look at Wen Zhujun, and Wen Zhujun found that the weak young man opened his eyes at this time, and those eyes emitted a silvery-white brilliance like iron, and then, countless silver-white flames drilled out from the pores of the young man's body, and the violent temperature made Wen Zhujun unconsciously retreat,

"Wait for me. Di Zi'an said lightly, the mercury in his body had already burned, turning into the last strength, Di Zi'an violently pulled out the stone sword on the ground.

Then the whole red cave shook, the surrounding powder burned, and the silver-white steam filled it, and in a blink of an eye, the entire red cave was steamed, Wen Zhujun could only retreat outside the cave, touched his nose, and found that there was already red blood, mercury vapor, which was highly toxic to people.

Di Zi'an held and pulled out the stone sword, sucked the mercury vapor into the body, and then transformed the alchemy matrix into a silver-white flame, melting the surrounding mercury sulfide, converting more mercury vapor, and so on, slowly, the body gradually filled......