"Oh, what does the old man of the Northern Darkness refer to?" Fu Er didn't seem to know, he walked out of the thick fog, and his expression could even be described as confused.

The Northern Underworld Daoist didn't answer, he just brought two people here Actually, this is the problem, the plague in the city is too serious, it seems to be typhoid fever, but it is more serious than typhoid fever, even if the monk's body is washed by the aura mana, there are still heavy casualties.

The number of dead monks continues to grow.

So no matter what, it must be impossible to give Fu Er a chance to get some plague back.

Fu Er's expression was very serious: "What does it mean that the old-timers only brought two people here?"

The Northern Underworld Daoist smiled: "Actually, it doesn't mean anything, if my Terran monk's skills are not as good as others, and I lose you two games in a row, then let it be two more days, if it is two wins, it is naturally easy to say, but if one wins and one loses, ......" The Northern Underworld Daoist looked at Fu Er: "Fu Daoyou knows 'shogi', you and I are the commanders of both sides, and there will definitely be a battle." ”

There was a murderous aura in the words of the Northern Underworld, and the aura of slaughter actually affected the surrounding celestial phenomena from the words of the Northern Underworld, and the wind was a little cold.

"The predecessors of the Northern Darkness should know about the opening seniors breaking into the sea of clouds outside the moon leaves. Fu Er asked knowingly.

The Northern Underworld Daoist said: "So I'm still wondering, there is Zhang Kai, not to mention the clouds that are about to rain, and even the old man's hands are about to fall off a layer of skin." The Northern Underworld Daoist usually giggles, but when his eyes narrowed, Fu Er felt as if he was being targeted by a terrible demon beast - or the Northern Underworld Daoist in front of him reminded him of the Demon Ancestor's eyes.

The Northern Underworld Daoist said word by word: "So you just won a little bit of the luck of the Moon Leaf State, and you used it all to spread the rain on the clouds?"

Fu Er smiled and said, "If we win, the second luck will be enough to make this cloud rain—the plague in the city has killed a lot of people." ”

The plague, along with rain, would contaminate all nearby water sources that could be used by monks.

The lifelong monk is helping to treat the sick in the Chengdong Medical Center, and there are also some disciples and monks of the Great Gate Sect who have cultivated highly, Xia Yubing is also wearing a white cloth, and is helping a monk to pour medicine into his mouth.

"It shouldn't be. Ji Gu sighed, the situation of several monks who should have been in stable condition yesterday took a turn for the worse, and at this time they coughed violently, as if they were relying on mana to take a breath, otherwise the lobes of the lungs in the chest would cough out.

"There's something worse to come. "All his life, the monk has always had a little divine thought that he is concerned about things outside the city, and he already knows it when he hears Fu Er's words.

"How many monks have died now?" asked the monk suddenly.

"Yesterday there were seven out of twenty, and today there are three out of eighty. Ji Gu didn't raise his head, and he boiled the medicine seriously.

"Yesterday's corpse—" The lifelong monk asked.

"It's already burning. Ji Gu didn't raise his head: "But if I were a demon ancestor, I would definitely add countless ways to affect the fire around here, after all, the white cloth we used, as well as the monks who died today, have not been burned yet, if it is a heavy rain that pollutes the water source, it will be difficult for us in the future." ”

He's like

I had already expected it.

"The strategy of attacking the heart is really terrifying, the monsters in Tsukiha Prefecture are much smarter than we imagined. He kept one eye closed, and there was a little light in the closed eye.

The person who also has a slight aura in the corner of his eye is a person from the Northern Underworld.

The first Heluo was the first to take the stage.

Ji Gu is like being in the scene, this is to observe the whole battle through the eyes of the Northern Underworld Daoist, because on the monk's side, only he is the most proficient in all kinds of strange beasts, if he can see the nature of the star, it will be helpful to deal with his unknown ability.

Ji Gu said softly: "It's better to be sparse than blocked, it's better to do the opposite, this time we are just to try, in order to be able to find out what kind of monster the other party is, then we found the first Heluo and Pan Zhengqing." ”

In addition to the swordsmanship, the most powerful thing in the first Heluo is the escape technique, if you want to escape, there is still a certain chance.

Pan Zhengqing is in a high position, well-informed, quick to react, and has countless magic weapons by his side.

To put it bluntly, they are all first-class life-saving hands.

Kigu's grasp of the battlefield is meticulous: "And they will definitely attack." ”

Fu Er patted Tianxing: "Now is not the time to face off with the Northern Underworld." ”

The phrase is simple, you must win.

Tianxing walked up to the earth platform: "Oh, you seem to be a senior disciple of the old predecessors of the Northern Underworld?" He looked at the first Heluo and sighed: "Could it be that I want to kill all the apprentices of the monks who return to the void?"

Instead, the Northern Underworld Daoist said with a smile: "There are many old men and apprentices, but there are very few who can survive until now, so in fact, you can give it a try." ”

After the time of the three incense sticks, half of his body was torn off, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to escape to the edge of the earth platform, during which Tianxing appeared and disappeared like a ghost many times, but no one could see his traces.

It's like it's supposed to be here and there, from one place to another.

Even in the eyes of the Northern Underworld Dao people, it seemed that he was teleporting.

"It's weird. "The Northern Underworld Dao people didn't seem to have seen their disciples die tragically, because before the first He Luo came, he already knew that if he couldn't crack the Heavenly Star Spell, he would definitely die.

But this kind of death is necessary, and First Heluo also understands it, so he walks very chicly, and when he comes to power, he is also very chic.

When he died, he smiled very chicly.

He seemed to be asking, "Master, and Ji Gu Daoyou, do you see clearly?"

Without waiting for the Northern Underworld Daoist to ask Ji Gu if he had gained anything, the second female demon cultivator in Yezhou also ascended the earth platform.

Pan Zhengqing also came to the stage: "Yaguan Pan Zhengqing, concede." "Pan Zhengqing uses a sword, and it is very good, Pan Zhengqing's Heavenly Destiny Realm is extremely complete, and he can only break through and return to the void, although he is blocked in the cliff, but the realm cultivation is still there.

He held the sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword rushed down, quite a master.

Pan Zhengqing originally wanted to wait for the woman opposite to show her weapon, so she said, "Girl, use a sword below." ”

The woman did not answer.

Pan Zhengqing said again: "Although it may not win."

Wu, but it's time to attack. He said this, his feet were agile, his body was fluttering, and the sword was handed out, and the sword was pointed at the woman.

Ji Gu's attention was not on the woman, but on Fu Er, Fu Er's eyes were closed, and the black fog in front of him did not dissipate. Tianxing stood very hidden, and it was easy to hide in a place behind Fu Er.

He's waiting for what to block, what to defend against.

As the only monk who had fought with Fu Er, Ji Gu naturally knew how terrifying those black mist bugs were.

So what is it that can keep him focused on coping?

Ji Gu suddenly shouted without warning: "Seniors of the Northern Underworld, protect yourself, Pan Zhengqing-" Before his words fell, the Northern Underworld Daoist only had time to roll up the sleeves of his robe in front of him, and Pan Zhengqing's sword was just about to touch the woman's body.

The woman suddenly screamed: "Ahhh Hoarseness, her entire body exploded, in her exquisite, seemingly petite body, there were countless bone spurs, its penetrating power was so strong, it was simply terrifying, without warning, the sleeves of the Northern Underworld Dao people were pierced with a big hole, but after all, there was a warning from Ji Gu, his body turned, and the pace of his feet accelerated, which was dazzling, and in between the moments, he avoided countless bone spurs, his body was like water, and no matter how sharp the bone spurs were, they would pass through the water.

But Pan Zhengqing was not so lucky, Ji Gu's voice was connected to Pan Zhengqing's mana through the Northern Underworld Daoist, and the three of them could communicate through divine thoughts, although he heard Ji Gu's first sentence, he knew that the situation was wrong.

So he instantly unfolded the triple high-rank talisman magic weapon, and then pinched the trick and launched the two layers of magic robes on his body, the talisman magic weapon was really powerful, bounced off a lot of bone spurs that hit this magic weapon on the side, but was pierced by a bone spur in the middle, and flew out of the earth platform, the chest of the body was penetrated, and the other bone spur pierced his stomach, at this time Pan Zhengqing was already dying.

"Hush. Pan Zhengqing didn't know if he was sighing or being angry.

The Northern Underworld Daoist had already rushed over to observe his injuries, but they heard his sigh and looked at Pan Zhengqing.

The Northern Underworld seemed to be waiting for his last words.

Pan Zhengqing smiled bitterly: "If Tang Qian is here, will everything be different?"

This question was very painful, because Tang Qian, to a certain extent, was forced off the cliff step by step by him, Pan Zhengqing.

The Northern Underworld Daoist looked at Pan Zhengqing who was dying, and couldn't bear to say what he thought, so he had to say: "You exist in Yaguan, maybe it's a little better, if Tang Qian comes here, he may not be able to defeat him." ”

When Pan Zhengqing heard this, he seemed to let go of some things in his heart, and said softly: "The predecessors of the Northern Darkness...... I still have one more thing ......"

Just as Pan Zhengqing was speaking, it began to rain.

The rain is not heavy, but it is dripping and dense, and it seems to be raining for a long time.

"Today, we won. Fu Er turned around, his body was surrounded by bone spurs, and a wall of black mist in front of him ate all the bone spurs that were stabbing at him.

The stars followed

Behind Fu Er, there were three of them when they came, but there were only two of them when they returned.

Because the third person, the woman, was standing in the middle of the platform, the cloth on her face had also exploded, and the clothes on her body had been pierced by bone spurs, and her body had disappeared, leaving only a spine, although she was opening her mouth to gasp, but even the lobes of her lungs had exploded, how could she breathe?

This is just a skeleton that is temporarily alive, maybe what kind of puffer fish was born before death?

It doesn't matter anymore, she's just a dead soldier who can only be used once in Yueye Prefecture.

The Northern Underworld Daoist rarely uses his own hands to do things, usually where the mana is, anything can be done, but he is using his hands to restrain the two corpses at this time, the female demon cultivator is still with her mouth open, her tenacious vitality allows her to still live, but she can't live long, it only adds to the pain.

The Northern Underworld people didn't want to end her life, because he suddenly wanted to see this monster suffer, if Fu Er was so guilty here, he might laugh three times, this kind of thought is not very gentlemanly, and they are all a little like demons, but the Northern Underworld people really think so.

"Senior Beiming, see you in two days-do you know how many people will survive in the city after two days?" Fu Er's voice was bright, he was rarely so happy, but he had really helped Yueye Prefecture drag on for five days, three days before, counting the two days that were coming.

So he said provocatively: "It's worth pondering!"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "A Sword Paints the Sky" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~