Coming to the water wall of the Tianshu City Palace again, Ji Yu asked Tianshu how to save Qinghuo. After a while, Tianshu replied that there was no way.

Ji Xiao asked again if Qinghuo's injury was deliberately designed, but Tianshu did not respond.

didn't respond, which was equivalent to telling Ji Xiao the answer.

Ji Xiao exchanged the corpse of the Wind Volcanic Forest for a bounty, and of course the most important treasure was the painting. This painting is a blank painting, and it cannot be said to be completely blank, there is a slight ink mark in the painting, as if it was accidentally spilled on it, and it is easy to ignore if you don't pay attention.

The color of the painting looks new, but it is difficult to judge the newness of the artifacts in the cultivation world by their condition.

Ji Xiao played for a while, and then did not hesitate to pay the book coin, and asked Tianshu about the origin and purpose of the painting.

"This is a relic of the painting saint Li Xianzhi, which can be used to trap people. The Book of Heaven gives an explanation.

Ji Xiao continued to ask if the painting had any other effect.

But he only got the name of the painting, which was "White Bone Rulai".

The four words of mere and bland, the impact on Ji Xiao is by no means imaginable to outsiders.

He has always been like a water, but the meaning of "white bones" to him is different. He never imagined that he would hear the name again in an unfamiliar mountain world.

He asked Tianshu about the "White Bone Rulai", and Tianshu only knew that the painting saint Li Xianzhi encountered a strange incident in his later years, and since then he has decided to paint a Buddha called White Bone Rulai, but he can't always put pen to paper.

The ink marks on the painting are the only strokes that Li Xianzhi left before his death, exhausted his mental strength, and later generations collected his relics, and did not find the special features of this painting, but only in accordance with the last wish of the painting saint, this painting is called White Bone Rulai.

Because the painting was not completed, no one knew what the white bones that Li Xianzhi wanted to draw looked like.

But why Qinghuo was interested in this painting, Ji Xiao is unknown.

Because it involves Bai Gu Rulai, Ji Xiao's attention to this painting has risen to another level, but he can only learn more information when Qinghuo wakes up.

The reason for Qinghuo's coma was that he was hit by a special toxin and curse, and Tianshu had no way to solve it, but Ji Xiao still had a more risky way. This was also a method he was reluctant to try, but now it seemed that there was no other choice, after all, he did not know how long Qinghuo would last.

That method is a secret technique recorded in the Heavenly Demon Sutra - blood exchange and rebirth!

Ji Xiao's blood is obviously not afraid of that kind of toxin, he can exchange his blood for Qinghuo, and he should be able to expel the toxin, but he has never used this method, and there is a certain risk, when he casts it, he must not be disturbed.

If Qinghuo is really designed, they will definitely have trouble next.

And the toxin is expelled, so it may not be able to dissolve the curse of Qinghuo as well.

Ji Xiao felt that things were tricky.

He didn't get discouraged because of this, but kept thinking about various risks in his mind.

Out of the palace of the Book of Heaven, Ji Yu asked Wusheng, "Wusheng, can I trust you?"

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

"I'm talking about trust that entrusts life and death to you. Ji Xiao said softly.

In fact, they haven't known each other for a long time, and even Ji Yu doesn't know the origin and past of Wusheng, but now he wants to entrust life and death to Wusheng.

This is undoubtedly reckless and irrational, and it is difficult for any demon, god, or qi refiner to muster up the courage to do so.

But Ji Xiao's actions are always a little unreasonable.

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

His answer didn't change, not even his tone.

Ji Xiao smiled and said, "From now on, we are very close friends. ”

Wusheng said: "Didn't it before?"

Ji Xiao said: "I didn't get close to me before. ”

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In the deep mountain forest, there is a cave covered by miasma, there are many qi refiners in the cave, and there are also many poisonous insects and ghosts, or a bloody hand sticks out from the mountain wall, or a ghost face floats in the cave, and even the lamps in the cave are sparkling ghost fire.

Those Qi Refiners were obviously accustomed to it, and they didn't think that the environment in the cave was eerie and terrifying.

The deepest part of the cave is a wide hall, and a stone door opens on the mountain wall in the middle, and a middle-aged king dressed in a black Jiao pattern costume walks out of it, and the qi refiners in the hall bow to him, only a woman in a silk cloth with a face five points similar to Qinghuo stands.

"Youlan has seen the Black Bone Ghost King. The woman in the tie clothes bowed to the middle-aged king.

The middle-aged king nodded to her, and by the way, he raised his hand and asked the qi refiners below to get up.

He sat on the throne high in the center, looking down on the people in the hall.

The green ghost fire illuminates his white and flawless appearance, and at the same time, he exudes the majesty of controlling the power of life and death, as if anyone in front of him cannot live or die.

The middle-aged king said to the first-in-command woman, "Lord of Youlan Valley, I have already done what you requested, and I sacrificed four Deadpools for this, and your promise should be fulfilled." ”

The woman in the silk cloth said without humility: "I want to see her soul with my own eyes." ”

The middle-aged king said: "You can't trust me, when she is completely poisoned, her soul will naturally come into my hands." ”

The clothed woman said, "If I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I won't hand over what you want from the ghost king." ”

The middle-aged king said lightly: "Soon I will let you see her soul." ”

When he said this, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Mirror Demon, you go and bring this person back. ”

As soon as he pointed in his hand, a round light appeared, and inside was the image of Qinghuo. Everyone in the hall suddenly felt the sky spinning, as if the earth's gravitational pull on them had disappeared.

A mirror appeared out of thin air with a strange laugh, and in the blink of an eye, it was outside the cave.

The woman in the silk cloth froze her mind and asked, "What happened?"

The middle-aged king said: "Someone is removing poison for her." ”

The woman in the silk was startled and said, "Can anyone really crack your poison?"

The middle-aged king said, "I also want to know who that person will be?"

His poison has always been solved only by himself, so this accident surprised him too.

"If that person can cure your poison, your mirror demon can bring her back?" said the clothed woman in a deep voice.

The middle-aged king sneered: "I don't need you to do things." ”

The woman in the silk cloth said with an angry face: "Don't forget, there are people above me." ”

The middle-aged king said: "But this is not the Demon Realm, and the people above you can't control me." ”

The woman in the silk cloth listened to his words and had to suppress her anger.

If he is in the Demon Realm, the Black Bone Ghost King is indeed nothing, but in the Mountain Realm, he is indeed a strong man. Wait for her to control the power of the clan, and then come to look good for this black bone ghost king.

The hatred in her heart is like a poisonous snake, and the woman in the silk cloth has already thought about it, and when she successfully takes power, she will use hundreds of means to deal with the black bone ghost king.

The Black Bone Ghost King looked at the clothed woman with disdain, if it weren't for the face of the person above her, this woman would have been eaten by him to the point that there was no bone residue left.