"The magical powers of the Plague Tribe!"

Once these four words are exported, they will sweep across the world like a plague.

On Mount Tai, there were endless exclamations of unevenness.

Among them, especially the son of a medical scientist, the voices are the most terrifying.

If the audience on the earth really gained the magical power of the Plague Division, even if the medical master is reborn, he will not be able to save him.

The Plague Tribe, along with the Thunder and Fire Dou Tribe, belongs to the Heavenly Court, but is actually an alternative.

Just looking at Mo Duyu, he is proficient in the three magical powers, thunder, fire, and fight. Why is Duqun the Plague Division?

The reason is very simple. The Plague Tribe is in the Heavenly Court and is not in a good relationship with these three Tribes, and the two sides have no contact.

According to legend, when the Plague Tribe was not conquered by the Heavenly Court, it held the seeds of plague that caused chaos in the three realms, and all of them were at the level of evil demons.

"The Plague Tribe is actually the Plague Tribe!"

The son of a famous artist looked at the scroll in his hand, and new content appeared on it, and he couldn't help but tremble.

This is really serious. The magical powers of the plague tribe are reappearing on earth, which is far more shocking than Mo Duyu's use of the three magical powers.

He knew that the functions of the Plague Department began to be in charge of "diseases and disasters". Once the world changes greatly, members of the Plague Department will descend to earth and walk in the world for plague. Often, a plague will cause millions of casualties and injuries.

Practitioners are naturally not afraid of ordinary plagues, but the abilities of the plague are not limited to mortals.

In order to conquer the Plague Division, there are many heavenly soldiers and generals who died. No matter how powerful the immortal arts are or how sharp the immortal arts are, they always die mysteriously and strangely in the face of the omnipresent magical powers of the Plague Division.

Even immortals can hardly resist the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, let alone mere mortal practitioners.

No one expected that the seemingly ordinary Wumen would have such a terrifying secret.

The magical powers of the Plague Department...

Suddenly someone thought that the miasma mass just flew out, and many people were fascinated by the light and the smell, and fainted on the ground.

"Oops!"

They also thought that if Wumen used the magical powers of the Plague Tribe just now, wouldn't these people be saved?

"Doctor, come and save me!"

"You and I have the deepest relationship. Let's see how I am?"

The person who fainted on the ground naturally could not ask for help. Those who said these words were just being carried by relying on their profound cultivation.

Originally, these people were quite content with their sanity, but now when they think about it, their faces have changed.

The son of a medical scientist instantly became anxious and he could deal with minor injuries and pains. Is this a magical power of the plague tribe?

...

On the ring!

Since Wumen used the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, Mo Duyu knew that the situation was over.

In his opinion, the meaning behind the magical powers of the Plague Tribe is far beyond the magical powers themselves.

Yes, the most concerned thing about Wumen is the Plague Department.

Is there any force in the Mi Cult behind Wumen who intervened?

If this is true, the trouble will be great, and the Peace Tribe will not sell the Taoist face.

In fact, Mo Duyu knew the gangster of the Plague Tribe very well. When the other party was in trouble, he would even pierce a hole in the Heavenly Court.

"Ahem!!"

Mo Duyu coughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. He sighed in his heart, if he hadn't been reincarnated as a mortal, his body would not have been so embarrassed.

Although the magical powers of the Plague Tribe are powerful, he was once an immortal and a general in the Heavenly Court, and he had some means to resist.

Unfortunately, he is now reincarnated, giving up many things, facing the magical powers of the Plague Tribe again, and becomes a lamb to be slaughtered.

"flutter!"

Mo Duyu coughed so hard that his heart stinged, and suddenly his face changed and he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Not good, this is a sign of internal bleeding.

It is obvious that the other party's magical powers of the plague have already infiltrated the lesions into the internal organs and allowed to continue, he will undoubtedly die.

This body took decades to cultivate, and it would be a pity to give up like this.

"Stop, what are your conditions, just say..."

Mo Duyu lasted for a long time, and at least he made up this sentence. During the period, he was extremely difficult and his face turned red.

Wumen, but his expression was strange, looking at Mo Duyu.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you said?"

Mo Duyu was angry. At this point, you still pretended to be ignorant. What's the point?

He has the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, and he already wishes that he is unusual. If he says there is no power behind you, who believes it?

Mo Duyu has already determined that there is someone from the plague tribe behind Wumen to support him, and he judged that the other party is planning to be the most.

"Wumen, you bully people too much. Even if you can win, you don't have to underestimate me so much!"

Mo Duyu coughed violently, and every time he coughed, he would spit out a large mouthful of blood on the ground, but he still insisted on speaking.

"Even if I lose, I want to know who I lose!"

"After saying that, whose person are you?"

Wumen shook his head helplessly, who is the one who is the descendant of the Mi Cult, what special identities can I have?

"I am a member of the Rice Cult!"

Mo Duyu became more angry when he saw that he was still pretending to be stupid.

"The magical powers of the plague tribe you clearly use!"

"Is there any problem with this?"

Wumen had no choice but to spread his hands, "I have been practicing the Wu family tradition since I was a child, and I have learned the magical powers of the Plague Tribe from it. The two are not contradictory!"

Mo Duyu was not willing to believe that the inheritance of the magical powers of the Plague Tribe has always been a secret passage, so how could he easily understand it?

What's more, the Wu family has long declined. The root system was cut off before the establishment of the Heavenly Court, and it has not been passed down to this day.

He had already talked through people around him and knew that the so-called Mi Cult is nothing more than a fool from the countryside. He obtained the incomplete witchcraft and was created by himself. How could it be related to the magical powers of the Plague Tribe?

There is something strange, there must be something strange.

The more Wumen denies it, the more Mo Duyu refuses to believe it.

"Okay, I thought you would be famous, but I would like to push you away and win. Now it won't be done!"

Mo Duyu was ruthless, his palm stood up, and pushed it out towards Wumen.

In the blink of an eye, the Fire Department Tianzhang, the Thunder Department’s Dharma, the Dou Department’s Divine Arts, and three rays of light burst out.

This is a way of hurting people by itself. Mo Duyu forced out the origin of the three magical powers, which made it more lethal and not affected by his own state.

As expected, three rays of lightning rays rushed to Wumen in an instant.

Wumen frowned slightly, suddenly coughed heavily, and his body bent into a cooked prawn-shaped shape, so difficult that it seemed to cough out his lungs.

The next moment, indigo patterns and words appeared on his arms, as clearly visible as a tattoo.

"The Plague Ministry's Transformation!"

Seeing these tattoos and words, Mo Duyu's voice changed. He was sure that the Wumen in front of him had definitely obtained the true inheritance of the Plague Tribe.

The Thunder Tribe’s Dharma, the Fire Tribe’s Heavenly Chapter, the Dou Tribe’s Divine Arts, and the Plague Tribe’s Change Text are the collective names of the origins of the four magical powers.

Only by obtaining the origin can one truly master the four magical powers, otherwise it will be towers in the air and reflections in the water.

Before the verbal Scripture had flown out, Mo Duyu's cough gradually worsened, and smoke rolled on his forehead. He couldn't stand firmly and fell backwards on the spot.

"Show mercy, we admit defeat!"

Before Mo Duyu fell into a coma, he saw the real man Benchu ​​coming quickly and snatching the loss before him.

Then, he fell heavily to the ground and fell asleep in a deep drowsy manner.

Before he fell into a coma, he could still hear the man Benchu ​​say, "The rice witchcraft is powerful, I admire it very much. You won this game!"

Then, waves of exclamations sounded from all directions.

"Sure enough, I still lost!"
Chapter completed!