9000 years

Not long after receiving the news of Lingyi's death, the news of the death of a large number of demon soldiers came from the southern camp again. For a while, the whole demon world was panicked. , the flesh and flesh all over his body were festered, and the blood flowed continuously. He squatted down, trying to look at the wounds of the dead soldier, in order to find a solution. A little blood was accidentally stained on his fingertips. To the bottom of my heart, the blood was gone.

"Oops." Feng Luo immediately stood up, a dark purple aura exploded in the air, and all the demon soldiers stopped for a while, "Order, the corpses are burned on the spot, and no one is allowed to go near the blood-stained place. Once contaminated, immediately isolation."

Panic is like a plague, linked to illness and quickly spread throughout the demon world, flames ignited in the four directions, Feng Luo used spells to slow down the speed of blood flow, but still did not go far, the vision began to blur, simply his celestial power was pure and vigorous And less pollution, when entering the camp, people are still very clear.

Seeing that someone was wrong, Qiong Ji just got in front of him, Feng Luo swayed and fell into Qiong Ji's arms, his fingertips began to ooze blood, his skin began to fester visible to the naked eye, his forehead was covered with hot sweat, Qiong Ji only After panicking for a moment, he calmed down. He quickly released his spiritual power and tried to pull Feng Luo's blood. The blood penetrated further, but unfortunately soon, he found that no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the skin from rotting.

The blood energy left in Feng Luo's flesh seemed uncontrollable, and it quickly exerted its effect.

The fire not far away illuminated Qiong Ji's camp. Feng Luo's right hand was nearly half rotten. Qiong Ji suddenly leaned forward as if to pull Feng Luo's hand. Where did the strength come from, Qiong Ji was knocked to the ground with a "bang", "Don't, don't touch, don't touch."

Up to this moment, Qiong Ji still didn't quite understand the reason for this matter, needless to say the solution, the matter of Ling Yi's blood change was all guesswork, there was no evidence at all, and now it's getting worse, Qiong Ji is also at a loss what to do.

He looked at Feng Luo who was lying on the ground slightly twitching, his eyes darkened, and a ray of purple light fell on the man's arm, wrapping the man's entire right arm, and Qiong Ji picked him up. Feng Luo hugged him, hugged him when he was coquettishly lying on the bed, hugged him when he was in the shower, and hugged him anytime and anywhere if he didn't want to leave, and now he finally hugged him once.

"Where are you going?" Feng Luo was so hot that he couldn't bear it, and he was not used to being held in Qiong Ji's arms, his head was buried in his chest and he couldn't stop moving, Qiong Ji tightly hugged the person in his arms, not showing on his face, His eyes flickered, revealing his panic.

"It's okay, go find the antidote, and stop talking."

Qiong Ji went all the way to the Wan Yao Palace, where even afterimages were not visible, he hugged a big living person as if he was walking on flat ground, but he arrived in three quarters.

Qiongji stepped open the door of the palace, followed by a large number of immortal doctors, he put the person on the bed, hurriedly removed the barrier, asked the doctors behind him a few words, and hurried to the secret room behind the Wan Yao Palace.

Anxious to describe Qiong Ji at this time could not be more appropriate, his hands were shaking all the way, the moment he opened the stone door of the secret room, cold sweat slipped from his temples, he breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed to the Juyin Pavilion behind the secret room without stopping, stretching out his hand The moment the restraint was released, Qiong Ji felt her eye sockets wet.

What is hidden in the Juyin Pavilion is the forbidden medicine of the Yaozu. Cans of fairy medicines are placed on the stone platform in an orderly manner. He vaguely remembers seeing it somewhere. Dispelling Yuan Powder can heal any corruption. He has never seen such medicinal materials, so he can only look for one bottle after another in the dark secret room.

No, not this one, not yet, still not, no

Qiong Ji checked all the banned medicines, no, there was no medicine called Quyuan San at all, he forced himself to search carefully again, this time he even looked at the corners carefully, still No.

Qiong Ji's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the dusty medicine bottles. Suddenly, there was a "thump" sound behind him, as if something had fallen over.

"Who?" Only the elders of the monster tribe can enter the secret room. There are many restrictions and strict guards, so there is no possibility of anyone else.

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However, there was silence behind him, and there was no more sound, Qiong Ji withdrew from Juyin Pavilion, knowing that he could not delay any longer, he had to go to other places to find the antidote, and this kind of illness could not be delayed for a moment.

Just as he stepped out of the pavilion door, he bumped into something at his feet. "Gulu Gulu" sounded like a porcelain bottle. Qiong Ji paused, and his heart suddenly felt a little relieved. The moment he picked it up, he smiled - Qu Yuan San.

Not daring to delay for a moment, he hurried out of the secret room holding the medicine bottle in his hand. The moment he stepped out, he saw that the door was full of people.

The clouds in the demon world, which has never seen the sun all year round, are pressing down as always. The medicine bottle in Qiong Ji's hand is inevitably exposed to the public. The people standing at the door have different expressions, and they all stare at the bottle in his hand with malicious intent. , standing at the front, the old man with a gray beard was the first to speak, his tone was regretful and strange, and there was some imperceptible pleasure when he listened carefully. Qiongji finally saw the faces of these people in front of him completely. , those people who like to sing a different tune no matter what they say?Really pick the time!

"Great Elder, the medicines stored in Juyin Pavilion of the Yaozu are all extremely evil, according to the calendar"

Qiong Ji was too lazy to talk nonsense with others, and stepped down the stone steps quickly, "Get out of the way."

Under Qiongji's coercion, most people gave way, but some people stubbornly stopped in place, neither giving way nor making a sound.

Choosing to make a fuss at such a juncture, isn't it sure that Feng Luo is not there, most of the cronies have been transferred to various places, is there no one by Qiong Ji's side?Heh, he smiled a little, really think that the Ten Thousand Demon Palace has changed its name and surname, and it's your turn to decide?

Overcast clouds rolled up above the head, and purple aura flashed like thunder in it. Qiong Ji held Qu Yuan San in one hand, and connected to the flashing nebula above with the other, "Say it again, get out of the way."

This time, some timid immortal officials hesitated for a moment to get out of the way, and there were three or five people standing in the middle of the road. The feet were no more than half an inch, a scorched black pit remained in place, some people dodged, some stood stubbornly in place, everyone realized later that Qiong Ji had really moved.

Someone stepped aside again, and there were only two or three diehards remaining, including the old man who tried to reason with Qiong Ji before.

Sometimes Qiong Ji couldn't figure it out, could it be that he was really so bad, that someone wanted to get him down all the time?Later he understood that the person who wants you to step down does not need a reason.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude." Qiong Ji had no intention of quarreling with others, a thunderbolt gathered at his fingertips, and just as he was about to let go, several long swords suddenly struck from behind. Qiong Ji dodged sideways and was caught by one of them The silver-white iron sword brushed against the arm, drawing a bloody mouth. The moment the blood was seen, the people who were forced to avoid Qiong Ji's pressure before seemed to suddenly gain aspirations, and all of them were ready to move.

Qiong Ji clenched the medicine bottle in his hand, stared at the clansmen facing each other with swords and swords with a gloomy face, and laughed up to the sky, it's a good job, since the face has been torn apart, then no one needs to be merciful.

An arrow crossbow appeared under the tumbling clouds. The moon-like bow and arrow exuded cold air across the air. It was the famous Qianyue crossbow. Rusty.

Someone below obviously showed fear, but at this point, there was no room to retreat. From the moment the sword was drawn, both sides were either dead or alive.

The moment the bow and arrow were released, countless swords came towards Qiong Ji like a shower. He held the bottle in his hand tightly, and while avoiding it, he also wanted to attract the thunder above his head. Thousands of spiritual powers gathered in the center, and the lightning flashed across the sky. Gradually someone fell down, the moonlight-like sharp blade of the Qianyue crossbow pierced the chest of the person, and soon dissipated as mist, Qiong Ji was also injured, just as he once again wanted to lure the god thunder to gather the few people in front of him When it was blasted through, a strong sword energy came from behind him, he dodged sideways, and a flying sword just happened to come from the other side, and his purple clothes were rolled up in the strong wind, just when he thought he was dodging the menacing attack again , with a click in his hand, the sharp blade smashed through the body of the bottle, and the broken tiles cut through Qiong Ji's palm, and the blood and powder were scattered in the wind together. A sharp sword flew from everywhere and pierced his shoulder.

The breath in his mouth was stagnant, and only Qu Yuan San floating around in the air was left in front of his eyes.

Regardless of whether it hurts or not, he struggled hard, and the blade of the sword that had slipped into the flesh fell off his shoulder, and the purple spiritual energy quickly entangled. He tightly grasped the little medicine powder left in his hand, and with a pinch of his fingers, a brand new white small The porcelain bottle appeared in the palm of the hand, and the spilled medicinal powder was entangled by the spiritual energy and refilled into the porcelain bottle, but there was not much left.

There was another sword, this time stabbing his waist, he didn't move, the pain was no longer obvious, he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he wanted to laugh and cry, he felt sad.

Qiong Ji glanced gloomyly at the person who was still staring at him at the moment, and a blood-red light in his palm was extremely dazzling. He raised his palm, and the blood on his body went up along with the spiritual energy, and gradually condensed into the shape of arrow feathers in the air. The moonlight intertwined with it, blending into a kind of poignant beauty like a bloody night, "You guys forced me to do this."

Others standing not far away staggered two steps, stammering and shouting, "Dark Blood Arrow"

The blood flowed upwards along the void, strands of warm blood stood alive, and the wind blew up.

The Qianyue crossbow can carry all things, the most powerful of which is the dark blood arrow made of the master's blood. The person who is shot by the arrow will bleed all over his body, and he will not die until the blood is exhausted. There is nothing to do when it comes, Qiong Ji has never sacrificed the blood arrows before, and he never thought that this first time the arrows were shot at his own clansmen.

Three arrows were fired together, and the blood-colored arrow feathers descended into the world like a divine soldier. The arrows hit the hearts of the people. Qiong Ji stood behind the arrows, his eyes were full of ferocious red. When the last bloody arrow was released, Qiong Ji collapsed up.

Finally, the purple sky thunder struck again, scorching the lingering people on the ground from the inside to the outside, and all the people blocking the way fell down, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the world for a while.He staggered and fell from the cloud. There was still powder left on the ground, and the fine powder was scattered everywhere. He bent his palm and collected it into the mouth of the bottle bit by bit.The wound was no longer bleeding, and the sixteen dark blood arrows almost consumed all the blood in his body.He stumbled to his feet, covered the deep bone-deep wound on his waist, and Teng Yunfei returned to the bedroom.

The doctor who was kneeling on the ground was helpless, Qiong Ji staggered and moved to the front of the bed, the people below did not dare to vent their anger, and naturally they did not dare to ask, so they had to watch carefully, they stared at Qiong Ji's back tremblingly, for fear of falling. The person in front of him also fell down in a second, and Qiong Ji handed the red porcelain bottle in his hand to the immortal doctor who was kneeling in front, and asked, "Do you have any clues?"

Everyone lowered their heads, the old fairy doctor moved forward a bit, and said in a dilemma: "I failed the elder's entrustment"

The person lying on the bed was soaked in a pool of blood, the rot had reached his arms, and he was completely passed out. Qiongji signaled to open the medicine, and the person respectfully removed the sealed cloth, and first leaned closer to smell it. He stretched out his hand to take some more, and after confirming several times, he finally handed back the medicine in his hand to Qiong Ji.

"Elder Qi, this medicine is not poisonous."

Qiong Ji cast a spell to cover his exposed skin, took the water prepared by the waiter, poured some powder in the medicine bottle, the medicine mixed with blood melted and revealed a faint pink color, he leaned over and approached the person, and put The water in the bowl was swallowed bit by bit.

Not long after taking it, the festering skin on Feng Luo's body stopped spreading, and soon, the bleeding also stopped. Qiong Ji sat by the bed, took the pills handed over by the immortal doctor, often breathed a sigh of relief, and swept across the hall The person in the middle, his eyes were fixed on the open door.

The balance that has been maintained for tens of thousands of years has finally been broken again today.

Just after dusk arrived, the hall was drowsy and the lights hadn't been turned on. The people on the bed suddenly moved. Qiong Ji was exhausted. Hearing the sound, he blinked vigorously before turning around. His eyes were a little red, as if he had been crying. Feng Luo's eyes were clouded, Qiong Ji stood up holding the bedside, and said with a smile, "Are you awake? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The next moment, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and the person on the bed asked defensively, "Who are you?"