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The leader and general of the kobold tribe enter the Horn of Illusion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han's eyes were like torches, and he couldn't see through the situation of the corner of the illusion.

This took him by surprise.

This shows that there is great power in the Black Tower, and the realm is still above him.

However, with Han Qi's knowledge, he couldn't see any demonic aura in this black tower. On the contrary, the closer you get to the Black Tower, the more majestic the blood qi overflows.

Thinking of the kobold's blood pool, Han Qi understood why the kobold would capture the fungus man here.

It is to use the blood of the fungus to make a blood pool.

Blood, which is the essence of life of living beings, contains powerful energy. Many ancient gods even relied entirely on bloodlines to inherit divine arts. For example, the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan, which used to be the most powerful in the Three Realms.

What kind of magical inheritance is contained in the blood of the fungus people, or is the blood of the fungus people purer than the blood of other races?

He was bloodthirsty, and he didn't feel anything special about the fungus's blood.

However, Han Qi knew that his cultivation was shallow, and the purity of the blood that he couldn't smell didn't mean that there was no ancient inheritance secret in this blood.

Han walked on his knees to the corner of the illusion.

The scenery in front is still the same, and I can't see anything unusual, but this is just an appearance, as long as you enter, you will have a fantasy.

Hanqi couldn't see the kobold leader and the two generals, and he saw a small door under the black charcoal. The little door was open, as if beckoning to him.

Han Qi was about to enter the corner of the illusion, but he saw the torrent of blood gushing out of the small door, rumbling out of the small door.

Han Qi shook his head, blinked his eyes, and all the illusions of blood rushing disappeared, and the small door was still the same, looking through the small door, it was dark inside.

Han Ji hesitated, he entered the corner of the illusion, and it was likely that he would be trapped inside.

Black charcoal mystery, illusion this kind of magic is often strong when it is strong, if there is a great power in it staring at the Han Zhu and seeing through the essence of the Han Zhu, he estimates that he will not be the opponent of this great power.

This power has no demonic energy, no immortal energy, no ghost energy, no evil energy, no righteousness, no divine energy, no murderous energy, judging by the insight of Han Qi, it is not a demon or a monster, nor a fairy Taoist, but a majesty of blood like a mountain.

Han Qi knew that his master Tang Sanzang was from the Wu Clan, and the Wu Clan had a secret technique, which was to cultivate by sucking other people's blood and qi.

To go in or not to go?

Han Zhu decided to enter the corner of the illusion.

He slowly stood up and walked into the corner of the illusion.

The sun is shining in front of you, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and it is a good season for spring and March. 梼東 was in the middle of a garden. The garden is full of flowers, with peach trees in front of you, looking up, blue sky and white clouds. At the end of the peach grove is a majestic palace. There is palace music floating out of the palace.

Knowing that this was an illusion, he slowly walked along the gravel path of the garden.

There was laughter in front, and there were beautiful palace maids picking flowers and chasing and fighting. They passed by Hanji, ignoring him.

Han Qi continued to walk, and a majestic woman's voice shouted: "Cai'e, Feng'er, the princess has pain in her ears, and she needs flowers as medicine, you are making such a fuss, I tell the princess, I don't want to peel you alive." ”

The carefree smiling faces of the frolicking little palace maids suddenly stiffened, and they stuck out their tongues at each other, not daring to make any more trouble, and began to pick all kinds of flowers in earnest.

The baskets of flowers were quickly picked, and the ladies lined up and entered the side entrance of the palace in front. Han Qi also followed these palace maids forward and entered the back garden of the palace.

The palace is luxurious, carved beams and paintings, but Han Qi is the son of the Northern Emperor, and he has seen the exquisiteness of the heavenly palace, and he is not confused by the royal luxury. He was calm and comfortable, and followed the palace maids who picked flowers into the princess's Baihua Palace.

In the Hundred Flowers Palace, the ministers stood respectfully, and the princess was lying on the flower couch, her brows furrowed. There is a doctor who is taking the pulse of the princess.

On the high chair in the center, sat the majestic emperor, not very tall, but his eyes were like lightning.

The palace maids poured the flowers into a stone nest, and seven or eight medicine boys used wooden pestles to mash the flowers in the stone nest. The more mashed the flowers, the more intense the floral fragrance becomes.

Han Qi stood in the midst of these people, keeping his sanity sober, watching the medicine boy pound the medicine, and listening to the princess's low moans of pain. A group of ministers trembled and did not dare to raise their heads.

After pounding the medicine, a medicine boy scooped up the flower pulp with a wooden spoon and put it on the white gauze, and the flower juice dripped through the gauze into a turquoise jade bowl.

The flower juice dripped a small half bowl, and the imperial doctor took the jade bowl and put a slender rolled medicine cloth into the jade bowl to absorb the flower juice. After only a short while, the small half bowl of flower juice was absorbed by the medicine cloth roll.

Han Qi walked over, sniffed on the big nostrils on the medicated cloth roll, and a floral fragrance mixed into a medicinal fragrance, which smelled particularly comfortable.

Han Qi controlled himself not to be confused, fortunately, everything was fine, he could know very clearly who he was, why he was here, what was this place, and what he saw.

The imperial doctor took the medicine cloth that had soaked up the flower juice and ordered the medicine boy to roast it on the stove. After roasting half a column of incense over a slight fire, the medicinal cloth roll became dry, but the floral fragrance and the medicinal fragrance were combined because of the baking, and a strange aroma shocked Han Qi's spirit.

The imperial physician took the scroll of medicinal cloth as thin as a bamboo stick and presented it to the king, and said, "Your Majesty, the medicinal cloth is rolled up, please take a look at it." ”

The king snorted coldly: "This is the last time, if you still can't succeed, I will cut off your head." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" said the Imperial Doctor, who did not dare to look up, trembling.

Looking at it this way, the method of making this thin medicinal cloth roll has also gone through many failures to make it what it is now.

The imperial physician held the scroll of medicine cloth, as if holding a crystal that would shatter at any time, he cautiously walked to the princess's flower, knelt down, and said, "Princess, the slave is going to treat the princess's ear disease." ”

The two palace maids helped the dying princess up, the princess tilted her head, and the palace maid lifted the princess's long hair, revealing the pinna as white as jade.

The imperial physician half-knelt, gently placed the strange aromatic medicine cloth roll next to the princess's ear, and then twisted it with his hand and rotated it gently, and the medicine cloth roll slowly burrowed into the princess's ear.

The king's ministers, the palace maids, the medicine boys, the imperial doctors, and the Han Zhu all watched all this intently. The imperial doctor kept slowly twisting the medicine roll, and the long medicine roll was like a smart little weight, burrowing into the princess's ears.

The Imperial Doctor's hand finally stopped, still holding the other end of the medicine scroll in his hand.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the medicine roll in the imperial doctor's hand with trepidation. Han Qi was also watching from the side, but he didn't understand why this could cure the princess's ear disease.

After a long while, the Imperial Doctor remained as it was. The king's face was already displeased, and he was a little anxious.

Han Qi wondered in his heart, what are these people waiting for? The imperial doctor can cure the princess's ear disease by twisting this medicine roll into the hole of the princess's ear? Han Qi disagreed.

Suddenly, the medicine in the imperial doctor's hand moved, as if something had bitten the medicine roll and was pulling it in hard.

(To be continued.) )