"Lord Black Eyes" On the surface of the Black Sea, there was a mass of strange creatures suspended in darkness. Look at the formation, there were no less than ten thousand of them. And after these creatures appeared, they all bowed to Zi Yan and were extremely humble.
"As the envoy of Black Eyes, I order your demon soldiers to spread across the continent, use all means to find the whereabouts of other tokens, and control all forces at the same time to complete the glorious mission of our Lord's return." Zi Yan flapped her wings and floated in the air.
, Sen Leng's words resounded on the sea surface, and her pair of pure black pupils also swept over these demon soldiers one by one, and all the demon soldiers swept by her black pupils were trembling and obeying orders.
"I am willing to die for the Demon Lord." After a moment of silence, tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers replied loudly.
"Okay, let's disperse." Zi Yan responded coldly.
"Swish, swish, swish" upon hearing this, many demonic soldiers did not answer, and quickly summoned clouds of black mist, flying away in all directions...
Baal City, City Lord's Palace. Meeting Hall.
Du Feiyu was displayed in the middle of the hall like a corpse, with no trace of blood on his face. The faint breath that came and went at that time made people believe that he was a dying man. At this moment, there was a bloody hole as big as a fist on his chest.
, one can even see the broken organs clearly through the light, and such severe trauma was caused by Zi Yan's blow.
Let’s talk about that day, under Du Feiyu’s desperate obstruction, City Lord Mo Ke and others finally freed up their hands to besiege You###, seeing that the battle was likely to be won. But at the critical moment, Zi Yan, a soul-level powerhouse, was killed, changing everything with one blow.
The whole battle situation was affected. With her seemingly casual attack, everyone on the city wall could not completely escape, and was directly shocked by the terrifying energy and fainted. Jinghong and Gao Tianliuyun were no big deal.
However, Du Feiyu was still unconscious. Now ten days have passed, and Du Feiyu's condition is still hanging on the edge of life and death.
It makes people worried.
"City Lord Mo, does the living dead you mentioned really have the ability to bring people back to life?" Jinghong clenched her fists and asked in a cold voice.
"No, he is just a corpse." City Lord Mok smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Boom" Jinghong's face suddenly turned cold, and his breath fluctuated violently.
"What's the purpose of City Lord Mo? My brother is not dead yet, don't you want to be buried here? What? Do you dislike him occupying your land here?" Zhao Qingliu also had a pretty face, cold.
The voice scolded.
"Several friends have misunderstood. Little friend Feiyu made suggestions to find out the real culprit. Moreover, if little friend Feiyu hadn't taken action that day, several elders in my city lord's mansion might not have been able to escape their bad luck. I'm grateful before it's too late. How could this happen?
Such an ungrateful act." City Lord Mok quickly explained.
"It's just that in the past few days, we have called on famous doctors in the city, but they can't cure this little brother's injury. That's why I came up with this plan... Although the living dead man is just a corpse, his ability to examine injuries is amazing.
Qi Jue, let him come and take a look at our little brother's injury, and he may be able to give us some useful suggestions." After a pause, Lord Mok continued.
"Huh, there are a lot of strange people in Baal City." Zhao Qingliu snorted coldly, turned away and stopped talking.
"Okay then, let's take a look." Jinghong also slowly took a deep breath and said in a cold voice.
Regarding the emotions of the two of them, City Lord Mok could only shake his head and smile bitterly. In order to cure Du Feiyu's injuries these days, he could be said to have invited famous doctors, but Du Feiyu's injury was too serious, and those he invited were all helpless.
Then he returned. In desperation, he just remembered the strange flower of the living dead.
Do extraordinary things and treat extraordinary people! In this situation, the only alternative is to treat a dead horse as a living horse.
"Report to the Lord of the City, the living dead are here." In the awkward atmosphere, a guard suddenly came to report.
"Please come quickly," City Lord Mok quickly ordered.
"No need to invite me. I always trouble the old man to come and participate in your killings. The old man didn't dare not to come, so he came quickly." As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin-like figure of the living dead had already marched into the hall.
within.
"I'm being humble. I also admire your ability, so I invited you here just now." City Lord Mok did not argue with the living dead's taunt, and immediately led the latter to Du Feiyu's side.
"Hiss..." Seeing the horrific wounds on Du Feiyu's body, the originally careless face of the living dead was suddenly filled with horror.
"Please take a look at my brother's injuries and see if he can still be saved?" Jinghong urged.
Hearing this, the living dead walked around Du Feiyu a few times, stretched out his fingers to measure the depth and width of the injury, and his expression became strange.
"Tsk, tsk, most of the heart and lungs are damaged, the main meridians are broken, and life and death hang on a thin line. This kid's vitality is really tenacious."
"Then, is there any hope?" Upon hearing this, Jinghong and others felt a glimmer of hope.
"You won't die for a while, but it's even harder to save him." The living dead spread his hands and said, "Anyway, I can't save you."
"You..." Zhao Qingliu raised his eyebrows when he heard the slightly teasing words of the Living Dead. He was about to scold him but was stopped by Jinghong.
"I dare to ask you, old man, if you know anyone who can save my brother?"
"It's difficult, it's difficult." The living dead shook his head, stroking his short white beard, and pondered for a while before continuing: "However, since this little brother is still breathing a sigh of relief, maybe there is still a chance."
"As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell must untie it. If we can invite a strong person of the same level to come for treatment, it may be possible to cure it." The living dead blinked and watched the changes in the expressions of several people.
"Same level? Doesn't that mean we have to find soul-level experts to come for treatment? But in this fantasy alliance, where can we find soul-level experts?" Hearing this, Lord Mok also had a wry smile on his face. With his strength,
, can be regarded as a second-rate strong person in the Fantasy Alliance, but I have never heard of such a legendary strong person in the country. If I insist on saying that there is one, maybe it is only Zi Yan who injured Du Feiyu.
But, will Zi Yan come to save Du Feiyu? Obviously not.
"City Lord Mo, have you ever heard of a soul-level strongman somewhere?" After a moment of silence, Jinghong suddenly asked.
"No." Lord Mok smiled bitterly and shook his head. If a force like them could make friends with a powerful soul-level person, they would naturally make rapid progress. How could they live in this small Baal City?
"When I was young, I traveled across the mainland in order to learn the art of autopsy. In my opinion, in the Kingdom of the First Emperor, where martial arts became common, there might be soul-level warriors. Unfortunately, the journey was long and there were many dangers along the way..."
"Just tell me, yes or no?" Jinghong suddenly interrupted the living dead and asked directly.
"Oh? It should be possible." The living dead raised his head and glanced at Jinghong, then said.
"I want to go take a look, where are you?" Jinghong turned around fiercely, looked at Zhao Qingliu and the others and asked.
"I'll go." Zhao Qingliu curled his red lips and replied without any hesitation.
"Let's go too." Seeing Zhao Qingliu agree, Zhao Gao, Zhao Tian and Zhao Yun looked at each other for a while and nodded their heads.
"Okay, let's go seek Xiaoya's opinion." Seeing this, Jinghong nodded solemnly and said.
"Have you decided now?" City Lord Mok looked at Jinghong and asked with some surprise.
"Well, please ask City Lord Mo to take care of my brother for the time being. We will go find the soul cultivators and heal my brother's injuries." Jinghong clenched her fists tightly and said coldly: "As for...his unfinished mission,
We should complete it for him. If I encounter those behind the scenes during this period, I will kill them one by one to avenge my brother."
"Well, now that you have decided, I can't hold back too much. As for your brother's life, don't worry, as long as there is still one person alive in the City Lord's Mansion, I guarantee that he will not make any other mistakes." City Lord Mok paused, and then
He continued: "As far as we know, the First Emperor's Kingdom is far away from here, and there are many dangers in it. Moreover, even if you find a soul cultivator, it will be even more difficult to ask them to take action. Therefore, you must
Be careful.”
"No matter how difficult it is, I will find a soul cultivator to heal my brother's wounds. If it doesn't work in one year, it will take two years. If it doesn't work in two years, it will take ten years. One day... hmph, when the time comes, I will uproot them."
Hong's face was cold and stern, and he said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
"City Lord Mo should make arrangements for us to go to Huoling Mountain first." Zhao Qingliu suddenly interrupted.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away. In addition," upon seeing this, City Lord Mok hurriedly agreed. From Jinghong's courageous decision, he suddenly discovered that among these people, there seemed to be Du Feiyu's courage to fight and bravery.
, the shadow of a heart higher than the sky, and compared with them, my conservative ideas are indeed a bit old-fashioned.
"Am I really old?" Looking at the unyielding look of these young people in front of him, Lord Mok couldn't help but sigh in his heart...
Baal City is not far away from the First Emperor's Kingdom, and the strongest one among Jinghong and others is Zhao Qingliu. He is just a Qi Shura strongman. If he wants to successfully achieve his goal, he has to go through many hardships and hardships. And perhaps
Only these young people, who are not afraid of tigers at birth, can have such courage and time.
"Let's temporarily place this little brother in the Fire Spirit Mountain. Although it is more suitable for fire attribute cultivators to practice, the thunder attribute is a variation of the fire attribute. Maybe the abundant fire attribute energy there can be of some help to him."
Lord Mok said.
"Okay." After hearing this suggestion, Jinghong did not refuse. He nodded immediately, picked up Du Feiyu and walked out of the meeting hall...