Looking at the innocent child, Bai Wujian sighed.

After all, Soyun is benevolent, and in addition to being competitive, he is also benevolent. Seeing such a tragic situation, he naturally couldn't bear it and felt great compassion.

“…… Good. I'll show him, and you can call the other people in the village who have this disease, and find a clean room for my brother to rest in. Bai Wujian made a decision, and his tone was unmistakably commanding.

When the woman heard that her child had been saved, she burst into tears. She nodded her head in agreement, and ran out of the house with the joy of hope to inform the village elders.

Standing at the door, looking at the woman's crazy back, Bai Wuqian sighed deeply.

Moments later, in a deserted cowshed at the entrance of the village, many villagers lined up.

Leaning on the warm and smoked hay and bluestone mortar behind him, Bai Wujian carefully diagnosed them one by one. Although there is no way to cure the damage caused by the blood mist, according to pharmacology, it can at least help them continue their lives.

Bai Wuqian also had research on blood mist before, but unfortunately he had little gain. This time, he was able to understand the pathology in detail, and combined with his previous experience, he gradually found the way.

"Turn around." He commanded the patient sitting on the stone bench in front of him, his eyes meticulous.

By diagnosing these patients, he found that the common denominator of the patients was the abnormal aging of the body and internal organs. Although there is no specific point of destruction, if it is placed on the frail elderly and children, their own fragility exacerbates the arrival of death.

Thinking about his own experience, it is no wonder that he feels tightness in his chest and shortness of breath and weakness in his limbs.

"......I see," he muttered in a low voice, his eyes blurring.

The long queue behind the villagers was bustling, all praising Bai Wu's supernatural powers and benevolence. But at this time, Bai Wujian turned a deaf ear, if it was in normal times, he might not know how excited he was.

The sky was hazy, and layers of clouds had accumulated beyond the blood mist. The humidity is wafting, and it looks like it's going to rain again.

…………

The nether heavens are shrouded in a bloody mist, and death follows like a shadow, and trembling dominates the earth.

And in the hidden and deep cave of the heavens, within the long scroll of animal skin, the behemoth throne, the dark figure has disappeared.

Outside the cave, there is only a bleak cold wind and snow, filled with snow and wolf smoke, covered with layers of dead grass, and unchanged.

One side of the sky, the end of the pillar of heaven, the nine places are separated from the mother hill, and the low hills and ravines are shaped like worship, outlining the shape of natural convergence.

Out of the clouds, the distant sky is the top of the auspicious clouds with golden radiance. The nine places are far away from the mother hill to the west of the rumored Yitian Sumen, although the two are not connected, but they are far away, as if the universe is in full swing.

And on the top of the distant hills, the wind hunts. One person looks at it alone, as if he is a hegemon outside the world.

Heaven and earth, shrunk into two small dots in his pupils. Pointing to the palm of his hand, Qiankun seemed to be under control, contained in his dark and hairy palm.

Behind him, the suppressed black light jumped from time to time. Like a black python devouring the sky and the earth, it is spitting out letters in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The cloud ridges are arranged, and the golden glow of the distant sky is already quite dim. The Ghost Roaring Abyss stood here for a long time, gazing at the clouds gathering and dispersing, as if life was changeable and fragile.

There was no turning back for him. Since leaving the cave where he had imprisoned himself for countless years, from that bitter cold place, he could not look back.

“…… Eight hundred years. Finally, it's time to begin. ”

His voice was hoarse, but there was a vigorous and mournful tremor.

Looking at the direction of the Nine Lands from the Mother Plateau, it was the road to the end that was close at hand. The blood mist was his first gift, accompanied by the blood curtain of the eternal night and the bones and death.

The last time he saw it with his own eyes, it was his relatives of the same clan who died.

The same curtain of blood obscured the sky and the sun, and it seemed to be stained with blood in front of his eyes, dripping down the broken bones everywhere and moistening into the soil.

The thunder still rolled in his ears, carrying the deepest anger of the elves.

Yes, he's back.

"I have accumulated eight hundred years of blood debts, and now I want the human race to pay for them one by one."

His teeth were almost grinding, and he opened the black and red aura, suddenly shattering the hills, flying sand and rocks in an instant, and his figure dissipated into the collapsing mountain rocks.

The wrath of the elves has returned, with the bloodiest debt of extermination nearly a thousand years ago.

…………

Thunder and lightning flashed, and blood rained away. The sky was darker than it had ever been, and it was drowsy in a chaotic cloud of blood and black clouds.

The wind swept and suddenly blew open the door of the Qiongtian Temple. In an instant, a sharp white light was noisy, and the distant sky seemed to be divided.

Torrential rain poured down on the floor, and the floor was covered in dark red water. The information paper on Jue Tongjun's desk was blown up, and everything was so caught off guard.

"Your Excellency!" A few guards came running from the back hall, all with their guns in their hands, though they didn't know what was going to happen.

Jue Tongjun was lying on the ground picking up the falling papers, his face was a little gloomy. Seeing this, the guards stepped forward to help, and quickly retrieved the information.

Jue Tongjun patted the dust on it, folded it a few times and handed it to a guard, asking him to keep it urgently.

The guards left in response, and Jue Tongjun turned to look at the vision outside the door, his face cloudy.

Such a situation...... Everything came so suddenly.

Suddenly, I only heard the wind outside sweeping the floor, and there was a sound of "bang-la-la" bricks and tiles in the direction of the roof. It seems that the strong wind lifted the glazed tiles on the roof, and this time it seems that it is really not optimistic.

"My lord, what's wrong?" He Nanshan ran quickly from his pharmacy, still holding a medicine scale in his hand.

Seeing that everyone looked nervous, Jue Tongjun tried his best to stay calm, and shouted to everyone behind him: "Don't panic, everyone, deal with it carefully." ”

However, this sentence actually does not help them much. Speaking of which, even he had not heard the slightest information before, and the current vision of heaven and earth was obviously ...... Something bad is coming.

Thick clouds rolled rapidly in the sky, and the black pressure seemed to be a dark tide. The blood mist visibly writhes like soup oil with a haze that makes people feel their stomachs churning and nausea.

And after the Qiongtian Palace, the heavenly pillars that were enveloped by the peaks were also dull for the first time, and the holy qi was obscured.

The mountain rain was long, spreading and dripping with blood. The hurricane brewed in the mountain stream, making a rapid and eerie roar, sometimes like a baby crying, sometimes like a tiger cutting its throat.

The creatures of Fang Yuan were silent, as if they had all turned into a hell of bones. The wind and rain are sad, all to meet the evil spirit of resentment from a long time ago.

The rain and fog are shaking, and a pair of footsteps come again in the world, walking and walking, as if walking alone in the world.

Suddenly, an oily yellow paper umbrella came and gently covered the top of his head.

Then came the same familiar pace, treading through the muddy road. He reached out and grabbed the paper umbrella that floated first, and walked to the side of the shadow lord.