Old man, no, he should be called the new Five Town Mountain God.

Unlike the former mountain god, he was the mountain god of Wuzhen Mountain who was directly enthroned. He was not worshipped by people and would not die because there was no incense.

It's strange that he was originally a member of the Plague Division, one of the eight major departments in the Heavenly Court.

In ancient times, this plague tribe was short of fat, and the incense of tributes was always only more or less. There was even a special "sending the plague god" activity, so I greeted them with tribute.

Although the name is not very nice, the whole department is so fat that the righteous gods in other departments are so envious.

But for some reason, in the blink of an eye, people generally pay more attention to safety and hygiene, and their plague gods suddenly became less popular.

No matter how serious the disease is, it will be discovered immediately and the cause will be found.

An existence called "medical science" made the entire Beast's status plummet in an instant.

They worked hard to create an epidemic that could kill tens of millions of people. As a result, they were cracked and killed two people after they infected thousands of people.

One of them was the airman who had been betting on the wrong ball, and the other was the elderly who had already reached their limit.

If this is spread, how can their plague tribe have any face in the future?

In the past, I had a performance of hundreds of thousands or millions, but now it is difficult to achieve performance of tens of thousands!

No matter how contagious or mortality is, the plague with a high mortality rate will be blocked by the existence of "medical science". No matter how much effort the gods of their plague tribe have put in to spread and expand.

But they are always strangled in the cradle by sterile protective clothing, masks, and medical staff.

Their power can only inspire a small piece of plague and will be extinguished by people soon, which makes them feel very unfulfilled.

But they had no choice but to do anything, they had done their best.

As long as the plague within the range that humans can withstand will be quickly cracked and made antibodies by them. What a great feat?

But even if they are unwilling to give up, they dare not throw away the lesions that can kill gods.

That's not a joke. If he really put it on, it would become a world-destroying plague and even Jesus could not save it.

The entire plague tribe is in a tepid situation where the big plague is not dared to release it, and it is meaningless to release it. Its status in the Heavenly Court has also become a small transparent one.

They were also happy that no one was concerned about it, and hid in the plague tribe and ate and waited for death.

But I don’t know what happened a few days ago. Lu Yue, the boss of the Plague Ministry, went out for a meeting, and his face was dark when he came back.

This big guy is usually dressed as a Taoist, wearing a bright red robe, with a blue face like Avatar, and his hair is red, making him look like a non-mainstream.

How could such a big blue face turn black? God knows what he has experienced?

It is logical that I have become accustomed to being criticized for attending a conference, and I have long since died of dead pigs and no longer afraid of boiling water.

Why are there still times when you are so angry?

Just as the old man was thinking, he was caught by Lu Yue.

Old man, you just like fishing, right?

Get out of here and go to the world to catch fish!

Before the old man could react, he was kicked away by his boss and demoted him to a small mountain god.

Although he was demoted, the old man didn't care at all.

Anyway, the people are just treating them by just waiting for death. Where can they make a difference?

The air in the lower realm is much better than the air in the plague tribe, and you can also see some normal people who look pleasing to the eye. When they meet good looks, they will be very pleasing to the eye.

What's like the plague?

Let’s first talk about the boss of their plague tribe, Avatar with a whole fire-haired hair, and Wuwu Xuanxuan didn’t know what he was busy with all day long.

Let’s talk about the guy named Zhou Xin. He is the messenger of the Eastern Plague. His face is green and his mouth is full of fangs. He looks like he is poisoned. He looks like he hates gods and ghosts.

But that's true. Can it be the same as if you were poisoned if you were there to study plague every day?

The Vermilion Department is not without a few people with normal appearance, but they are all big men. What are you looking good about? Don’t you feel uncomfortable?

Although his status has declined, the old man is still happy to be able to lie down and watch the beauty in the world.

"Ahem, know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles."

The old man decided to start research with the pilgrims of Dripping Water Temple. After all, these people will be the people in his future mountain temples, so we must prepare earlier.

It's definitely not because of the girls' big white legs!

...

Drip water view backyard.

Cheng Fan came over and saw how Dawei and Lu Xiner discussed it, and confirmed the final ownership of the jade pendant.

But when they told the final belonging of the jade pendant, Cheng Fan's face showed a hint of laughter and cry.

Pointing to the tip of his nose, he said, "Let me keep it? What do you think?"

Dawei said frankly: "I don't believe in her, and she doesn't believe in me. We both believe in the subject matter. So it's perfect for the subject matter to be kept."

Lu Xiner nodded, and at this time the two of them became the same front.

Seeing that Cheng Fan was still hesitant, he said with a big smile:

"Sir, the jade pendant is of no use to me, so I can only use it for collection. Put it in my place to eat ash, so let it be put in your place, so it will be more convenient for her to see it." www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

Lu Xiner also hugged Cheng Fan's arm and nodded obediently.

Cheng Fan pulled out his arm without a trace, turned his wrist with his holding the jade pendant, and the jade pendant disappeared.

"Okay, then come and find me when you want to see it. Dawei, it's getting late, so you can go back too."

"Okay!"

Cheng Fan said to Lu Xiner again, "I have something to do when I go to find Mingzhen to play."

Hearing this, Lu Xiner immediately pouted her mouth and twisted her body reluctantly. Cheng Fan's body disappeared in a flash, making her stomp her feet in anger.

When Cheng Fan appeared again, he was already in an open space in the back mountain.

The open space is not big or small, seven or eight meters square, with two cushions, a square table and a pot of spiritual tea.

This is the place where Cheng Fan found for Xie Yuxiao Pang to practice, it is simple and simple.

It is naturally not useful to meditate and practice, but when practicing fighting skills, you need such a slightly larger place.

Xu Huan also practiced kendo here.

There are few trees nearby, not because they are not growing well here, but because the trunks are cut off by her flying sword.

Over time, this place became an almost fixed open space.

Now Xu Huan has mastered the flying sword well, and can control the strength and even transform the sword energy into silk. Naturally, he will not be able to use this venue and become Xie Pangpang's territory.

At this moment, he was in the form of Bai Wuchang. An impermanent rope was swung around, dancing and dancing, but he threw it out but failed to hit the target.

Cheng Fan shook his head secretly when he saw it.

His magic power is low and he has no spiritual consciousness, so he cannot lock in his target. He can only use this impermanent rope based on his own strength.

It’s just an ordinary obedient ghost. What should I do if I meet a fierce spirit alone? Can’t I escape in the desert?

At this moment, Xie Pangpang's aura increased.

Hum? Breakthrough?
Chapter completed!