"The magical powers of the Plague Tribe!"

In the Taoist camp, Mo Duyu, who responded the most violently to the sudden changes.

Everyone in the Hundred Schools of Medicine coughed shockingly and vomited blood continuously. Such symptoms are very familiar.

That's what he encountered on the Taishan Festival rooftop.

"Wumen!"

Mo Duyu stood up and bowed to a reincarnated immortal, "Please use your heavenly eyes to look around and see where that person is hiding?"

The reincarnated immortal nodded when he heard this, closed his eyes immediately, and then his forehead was squirming with blood and flesh, cracking to both sides, revealing the third "Sky Eye".

Seeing this, Dan Rong was so shocked that he was so angry that he also came to practice Erlang Shen.

"Dan Rong, just open the eyes of the sky, don't make a fuss!"

After Chen Chongxu's explanation, Dan Rong realized that this was the Taoist heavenly eye, not the unique talent of Erlang Shen.

The Taoist Heavenly Eye is extremely restricted. You must first close a pair of naked eyes that are in harmony with the spirit, so that you can use the three flowers of energy and spirit to open the Taoist Heavenly Eye.

"I see!"

But when the reincarnated immortal was tying his sword to the sky eyes, he shot out a few lights of light from his pupils.

The light of light was twisting and turns, surrounding him for a few weeks, and then suddenly scattered in all directions.

After a moment, one of the several lights returned.

"how?"

Mo Duyu's face was full of hope, and he asked the reincarnated immortal who closed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes.

"Not found!"

The reincarnated immortal shook his head, "Get nothing."

The Wumen is hidden very deeply. This descendant of the Wu family does not only know the magical powers of the Plague Tribe.

Mo Duyu frowned, and it was difficult to deal with this. If he could not find the Wumen, he would not be able to destroy the source of the magical powers of the Plague Tribe.

He rushed out rashly and could only be beaten by the opponent's spell, which was too uncomfortable.

The situation here is worse than the Taishan Festival rooftop. At that time, the two of them face each other, and there are still traces to follow.

However, the Wumen is hiding in the dark and is willing to use the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, which has simply developed the power of this magical power to the extreme.

"Trouble!"

Mo Duyu and the reincarnated immortals around him looked at each other one by one, sure that they could not attack rashly.

I couldn't find the Wumen for a moment, so I couldn't come forward for a moment.

"Immortal, we..."

Chen Chongxu asked tentatively, but was firmly stopped by the other party, "The situation has changed, so let's not move for the time being."

"Abide by the order!"

Chen Chongxu returned to Dan Rong and rolled his eyes at him. He thought that no one knew, you were still afraid of the magical powers of the Plague Tribe.

This magical power is indeed unsolvable, unless you kill Wumen himself.

Last time on Mount Tai, Taoism used jade dragons to absorb the harm of the magical powers of the plague tribe, but that was only a shocking use.

There are more than tens of millions of Taoists, but there is only one jade dragon match, so who should I use it for?

If you really want to crack the magical powers of the Plague Division, you must first find Wumen himself and then attack.

"Yuan Ming's side..."

Someone suggested that if Yuan Ming also died of plague, wouldn’t all his previous efforts be wasted?

"I have brought the jade dragon with me, and I can save you even if you are dying."

Dan Rong and Chen Chongxu suddenly realized that no wonder, this treasure was specially used to save Yuan Ming.

At this moment, what about Yuan Ming?

"Ahem!!"

Yuan Ming coughed violently, and the three sword immortals on the opposite side looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

However, as Yuan Ming's cough became more and more serious, they began to find something was wrong.

"I'm sick?"

"It doesn't look like it. The sword immortal is like a real person. Once you achieve it, you will be invincible with cold and cold. How can you get the wind and cold?"

"Then his condition is that he was hurting his lungs when he practiced the White Tiger Lung Metal?"

"No way, Fang Dou is a famous scholar at least. Can he teach his disciples like this?

Besides, if you think that if your lungs are damaged, the more severe the cough, the more flush your face will be. This is a sign that Jin Wang is rushing to the heart.

Yuan Ming's face was sick and his cough was weak, which was a sign of serious illness."

"Brother Qingcheng, I admire your exquisite art of Qihuang!"

The three sword immortals muttered and found that Yuan Ming was stopped in place, without taking the opportunity to attack, nor turning around and running away.

The answer is very obvious. The analysis just now is correct. Yuan Ming is seriously ill.

"hehe!"

"Yuan Ming, you have great ambitions, why don't you take good care of your body? How can you compete for dominance with such a sick body?"

The White Emperor Sword Immortal shook his head. The person who was competing for the Emperor of Heaven was actually seriously ill. He didn't know what the Hundred Schools thought, and placed his hope on the sick cat who could die at any time.

Yuan Ming didn't refute, but he couldn't stop coughing, and became more and more intense.

At first, I coughed up droplets, but in the end, the droplets turned pink and were already covered with blood.

"What's wrong!"

Ling Xiao Sword Immortal pointed at Yuan Ming, "Although I don't understand medical skills, how can such a disease be worsened in the world during the period of time?"

Qingcheng Sword Immortal analyzed it carefully and then said, "Maybe the special candidate for the Emperor of Heaven, the study progresses rapidly in the last battle, the illness worsens quickly, and the good and bad ones come together, all of them will be fast."

“How is it possible?”

The White Emperor Sword Immortal shook his head, "I see that he looks like... the magical power of the Plague Tribe."

"What?"

The other two sword immortals were shocked when they heard this name.

"The magical powers of the Plague Tribe, isn't that the masterpiece of the Wuwu Sect of the Mi Cult?"

Similarly, they came to the stage after leaving Wumen. They only heard about the record and did not see it with their own eyes.

However, you can only know how powerful this person is from the rumors.

As long as your physical body is mortal, you cannot escape the magical powers of the Plague Division. No matter how high your cultivation level or how deep your realm is, once you hit it, you will be far from death.

"Qingcheng, look, how do we look?"

Qingcheng Jianxian nodded, took out a bronze mirror first, carefully checked the blood color of the eyelids, the color of the tongue coating, etc., and then nodded slightly.

"Yeah, no problem!"

Then, he looked at Baidi and Ling Xiao and looked at the two sword immortals.

Qingcheng Sword Immortal was so slow, but he was so anxious that his two companions were too anxious, "Hurry up!"

"It's already very soon!"

After a moment, Qingcheng Sword Immortal concluded, "We are all fine and we are very healthy!"

"Then he..."

The White Emperor Sword Immortal pointed at Yuan Ming, but saw that the white air on Yuan Ming's head was steaming, and he was already burning, but the coughing had not stopped and he kept coughing out a large clot from the corner of his mouth.

Look at it, I can do my funeral without waiting until dark.

"Only he was caught."

Qingcheng Sword Immortal was in her heart and pointed at Yuan Ming, "You and I are fine."

"No, Fang Dou once had kindness to the Wumen. On Mount Tai, Wumen once said in person, why did he attack Yuan Ming today?"

Lingxiao Sword Immortal was puzzled.

"If Yuan Ming was still a disciple of Fang Dou, there would definitely be no immediate happening, but don't forget that Fang Dou personally expelled Yuan Ming on Mount Tai."

"Yuan Ming is just a scum who was expelled from the sect and has disobeyed Fang Dou. If you were the Wumen, would you attack him?"

It seems quite reasonable.

"And I suspect that Wumen should be the work of the court and famous scholars."

"Um?"

"Why are we the only one who is fine, but Yuan Ming has something to do?"

"Wumen has no friendship with us, why should we help you and me and deal with Yuan Ming?"
Chapter completed!