Wu Hui suddenly nodded, and continued to exert force with his feet, stepping deeply into the ground.
He took his feet back from the knee-deep pit. Before the man-demon could raise his head, the surrounding soil overturned like water, rolling and gathering in the pit.
"Condensation!"
Wu Hui moved his lips and spit out a word.
The thick stone and soil shook together. Not only it, but the entire ground was condensed into a complete piece. Under the sunlight, an extremely cold and hard metallic color flowed.
At this time, it couldn't even roar.
Bai Zhu stepped forward hesitantly and stepped on it lightly with his foot. It didn't feel like earth, but more like a piece of steel.
The ground becomes steel!
"The human demons in the Four Realms are unfortunately from the Gaoling Xu family." Wuhui frowned and rolled his eyes upward, "If it were another family, I could use the Diamond Temple to suppress him, but he is a son of a noble family."
"This idiot has never been effective, but at least he is from my generation."
Zuo Zhao on the side turned around. He waved slightly, and the long gun standing on the steel surface flew through the air. When it approached him, it turned into silver light and dissipated, slowly sinking into his body.
"You want it, but it's not easy."
The majestic fish-scale silver-armored man crossed his arms and smiled: "In Yunzhong County, there is an old King Kong who is about to die. In order to break the realm of life, he also voluntarily turned into a human demon like this idiot.
He was not secretive when he was eating people, and by chance, I caught him."
Zuo Zhao added meaningfully: "He comes from a small aristocratic family."
Wu Hui was sighing when his eyes suddenly lit up.
"What's the asking price?"
Wuhui Yinqing stepped forward and lowered his voice.
Zuo Zhao's smile became even brighter, and the corners of his lips moved slightly.
After he spoke, Wu Hui's expression suddenly changed. The two of them pulled back and forth several times, and finally ended with Wu Hui looking sad and nodding dejectedly.
Wuhui sighed bitterly in his heart, almost without love.
This price emptied half of his family fortune, so he had to go down the mountain diligently and ask the donors at the foot of the mountain to give more.
"Yunzhong is close to Zhongli."
Wu Xian, who had always lowered his eyebrows at the side, suddenly said: "Please escort my nephew back to Fengshan Temple, and take me to pay my respects to senior brother Wu Huai."
"What kind of escort do you want? Who dares to mess with my people from Vajra Temple?"
Wu Xian raised his eyebrows and mumbled twice, but still agreed to the hard work.
"Master nephew?" Zuo Zhaoqi asked, "How come I don't know?"
"He was born in Fenyin since childhood and became associated with my Buddha. It was only today that he entered the sect of my Vajra Temple."
"Red Dragon Heart Sutra? That's it." Zuo Zhao looked at it carefully and laughed dumbly:
"No wonder he doesn't know what a human devil is. Since he will be one of my generation sooner or later, it's better to tell him some things as soon as possible to avoid losing his dignity."
Wu Weiwei nodded slightly, seeming to agree with Zuo Zhao's words, and then gestured to the lost Wu Hui aside.
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On the steel surface, Bai Shu was quite curious about the human demon and was groping around it.
Its head was stepped into the ground by Wu Hui, and then sealed with a steel surface. The body penetrated by Zuo Zhao's silver gun, countless secret cultures shining with fine silver light were turned into chains, tightly binding the exposed body to the ground.
Tie up.
It is precisely because of this that Baizhu dares to act with confidence.
A few feet away, Bai Shu flicked a ray of true energy into its body.
As soon as the true energy left the body, it turned into a little red dragon that shook its head and tail. It burrowed into the human-demon skin for a long time, but still couldn't get out.
In the end, the cipher text chain took the initiative to open a hole for it, and the little dragon shrank and crawled in.
Bloody?!
Blood energy as strong as the vast ocean surged through the meridians, and before Bai Zhu could be shocked, the little dragon was easily dispersed.
"My nephew also likes studying things?" Wuhui came over scratching his butt, "I will give you a copy of "Pharmacological Notes" later. I compiled it myself. That book is expensive even in Ye."
He Shi Shiran kicked the human demon on the buttocks and breathed out sweet fragrance.
"When it comes to living corpses, humans and demons, we have to mention Ziwu."
Wuhui and Baizhu stood side by side. He raised his hand and pointed to the sky. At this moment, a bird of dawn hung high in the sky, and the clouds were illuminated golden.
The purple mist rises after sunset and does not completely dissipate until noon. At this moment, in the sky, if you search carefully, only the faintest hint of purple is left.
"Do you know when this fog came?"
"Half a year? A year?"
The original body was whipped to death by Zhao Xiu, and it was not long since he came to this world. In the original body's memory, this purple sky phenomenon seemed to have been in Fenyin City for half a year.
The original person has never left the city, so naturally he doesn't know whether the events in all places in Dazheng happened at the same time.
After Bai Zhu hesitated to speak, he looked at Wu Hui beside him.
"No."
Wu Hui shook his head, his tone indescribable. He met Bai Shu's gaze and spoke slowly:
"It's three years!"
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Three years ago, when the purple mist first appeared in the sky over Yedu, four of the people on duty at the Supervisory Office lost their heads.
The only person who survived was a descendant of the Yan family in Taizhou, and he was also the only one among the five who came from a noble family.
According to what he said while drinking, he and the four companions whose heads were beheaded never observed any signs before the purple mist appeared.
But the purple mist still happened, like all unprepared disasters.
Not only in Dazheng, but also in the northernmost Wei State and the neighboring Western Chu, purple mist gradually appeared.
In Yedu, the old eunuch Zheng, who had served for many years, and a group of nobles were prepared for the incident as soon as possible, but it was still too late.
Below the fourth realm, most of those who fail to achieve Vajra will be infected by the Purple Mist Demon.
There is no rule. A sick and frail old woman in her eighties was spared, but a Yang Fu in the prime of life in the third realm was accidentally hit.
Those infected by the purple mist demon have ugly faces, distorted bodies, and extremely strong vitality. Of course, they also begin to eat living creatures and are particularly sensitive to blood.
The most striking feature is the pair of Senbai moves.
This situation is no different from the living corpse created by the Immortality Pill during the reign of King Xi.
If he hadn't known that Changshengzi didn't have this ability and was already an immortal in the Sixth Realm, he wouldn't have been able to escape the blame even if he was far away in Ganshan.
Sun Wei, the Heavenly Official, called this kind of monster that was transformed after being dyed by the purple mist demon a living zombie.
Human immortals' Dharma reaches the sky, and they are also known as land gods. If they are just living corpses, they are naturally nothing to be afraid of.
Even Du Shaozhi and other important figures thought this was just a different kind of epidemic.
With the help of Supervisor Tiansi, Lao Tianguan used a talisman rain to spread across the north of the Yangtze River, completely dispelling the hidden dangers of the purple fog. Except for the three counties in the south of the Yangtze River, the purple fog has been regarded as an ordinary event in the north of the Yangtze River.
Celestial phenomena.
Du Shao went to Jiangnan for the sake of Lady Yinshan. As for the living corpse, he did not take it seriously.
These important figures in the Zheng Kingdom vaguely share the attitude of the entire Jiangbei region.
Living corpse?
It's just a disease caused by fibrosis.
In no war has more people died than this.
If that's all, of course it's fine.
The chaos of Ziwu has been suppressed by Fu Yu, and the living corpses are far less to be feared. Da Zheng is still Da Zheng.
It was only the human demons who followed him that really made Dazheng and the people of the world fall into disrepair.
