Chapter four hundred and ninety seventh: old medicine Zhi
After the discussion, the army set off. In comparison, the human army was farther from the jaws of the tiger, so the marching speed had to be faster, otherwise it would not be able to arrive on the scheduled date.
A deep valley, a tiger's mouth.
The cold wind is fierce and fierce. Wherever the wind blows, the sky is filled with sand and dust. Almost no vegetation can survive in the land soaring to the sky. The sound of the wind cuts through the rock walls on both sides. It is like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which makes people's hearts tremble.
The black mist is eerie. It is not an ordinary black mist, but a black mist unique to the Abyss Valley. It captivates the five senses and confuses the spiritual consciousness. It feels like you have arrived in a land of extreme night with no light at all. If you really want to enter the Abyss Valley from here, it will be better than other places.
There are many dangers.
Wu Yi took over the matter of organizing the gathering of the two armies from Saint Bilan, and led the front army to the jaws of the tiger. On the one hand, he wanted to find out whether the ghost master Shi Ming had any hidden agenda, and on the other hand, he wanted to deliver the antidote.
go.
Of course, Wu Yi was selfish in this and secretly planted the seeds of evil thoughts.
The front army led by Wu Yi, including his own personal guards and skirmishers drawn from other places, suffered huge damage that day due to the city lord of Anle City. Most of the soldiers in Yingkou were killed or injured, which was not enough to maintain the original team. This was a new battle.
After the formation, the team totaled 5,000 people.
Traveling long distances day and night, if Wu Yi came here alone, it would only take half an hour, but it was already three days later for these thousands of people to come here. They traveled more than a thousand miles and spent half a day recuperating dozens of miles away.
, set off to the station in the best condition.
The jaws of a tiger, when viewed from a high place, look like the upper and lower incisors of a tiger. The ones to the north are called the north teeth, and the ones to the south are called the south teeth. They are isolated here.
With the strong cold wind and tens of thousands of years of erosion, it should have been destroyed long ago. If it can still stand firm, there must be a mystery in it. If there were no important matters to deal with now, Wu Yi would definitely pay a visit.
To the north of Jianhu's mouth, where Beiya is located, when he climbed up and looked up, he could see traces of ghosts and spirits there. After Wu Yi set up the soldiers' station, he turned into a ray of light and wanted to reach Beiya.
The distance between the north and south teeth is only a few dozen miles, but the cold wind howls and penetrates strangely, and there is also a faint light and black mist. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your way and be annihilated.
Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness built an overpass. Although it could not be seen with the naked eye, he could sense the powerful fluctuations of spiritual consciousness in it. It could not be blown by the wind or stained by the fog. Wu Yi arrived steadily at the opposite side. The cold wind stirred up his hair, flying and dancing.
Show an elegant and free attitude.
The humans and ghosts on both sides were dazzled by the sight, and it was difficult to contain themselves. I felt more amazed at Wu Yi, and of course, there was also a hint of fear.
The ghosts and monsters had received the order from the ghost master Shi Ming and knew why Wu Yi was here. However, out of suspicion of the human race, they also had a look of caution on their faces, fearing that Wu Yi would make an attack.
Wu Yi took a look at these ghosts and ghosts. Many of them looked sluggish and their soul fire was dim. They did not dispel or suppress the poisonous mist arranged by the Lord of Anle City.
A strange spirit walked out from the opposite side. His whole body was khaki, his skin was wrinkled, he looked very old, and he had a hat made of fine leaves on his head. He was green, and his whole body was full of medicine. The fragrance was charming. It turned out to be the medicine Zhizhi.
It's really rare.
In the vast world where there are so many Taoist disciples, it is impossible to see this kind of rare spirit except in the cave where true Taoism is practiced.
As for this Yaozhi, its cultivation level is not weak, and it has already condensed a medicine elixir. It is also not weak among Jindan Zhenren, because it is a precious medicine in itself, and Yaozhi is hardly affected by the poisonous mist.
The effect of the antidote must not be hidden from this medicinal mushroom. Ghost Lord Shi Ming must have taken a fancy to this point when he asked the medicinal mushroom spirit to contact Wu Yi.
Yaozhi bowed to Wu Yi. Although his face was old, he was full of vigor and vitality. He was no different from a young man. He said respectfully: "Master, my Lord, you will give me precious medicine to relieve me."
Waiting for suffering."
"Indeed," Wu Yi took out a part of the blue water refined by Saint Bilan, and the jade bottle device was only the size of a fist, and contained only a few dozen drops of green water in it.
Because it contains the essence of the magic power of Saint Bilan, it has a miraculous effect in detoxifying and can suppress the poisonous mist. It cannot be measured in value.
When the ghost master Shi Ming left that day, he did not take Bishui away, but said that they would discuss it after they got together, and that's how things happened now.
Lao Yaozhi took the jar of clear water and opened the seal. The intoxicating fragrance filled the air. Just smelling it made people feel relaxed and refreshed.
After sniffing carefully for a few times, Lao Yaozhi stretched out a finger, dipped it in, and tasted it. Wu Yi was about to stop him, but was a step too late. Water flowed over Lao Yaozhi's body, and the fluttering vine whiskers
The growth spreads, and the branches and leaves become greener. With just a few drops, Lao Yaozhi's body becomes much bloated, like an old fat man.
The clear water is the essence of the magic power of Saint Bilan. It is so powerful that it cannot be enjoyed easily. That is to say, the old medicine has a strong foundation and can store this energy. Others will explode and die.
"Thank you so much for giving me this treasure. I am deeply grateful." Confirming that the clear water was effective, Old Yaozhi prostrated himself on the ground and saluted Wu Yi.
Although Bi Shui was not prepared by himself, it was okay to accept a gift on behalf of Saint Bilan. Wu Yi accepted the gift and said: "This thing is hot, don't be greedy, mix it with midnight water, mugwort or other warm substances."
Use the substance to bridge the medicinal properties, make it into a mist, and inhale it through the mouth and nose for better effects.”
Lao Yaozhi bowed again, and without further conversation, went down to refine the aerosol using this method. Wu Yiming also returned to Nanya, leaving a consciousness among them to place the seeds of evil thoughts.
When the ghosts and elves were waiting for the aerosol to be made, they had complicated moods. Desire arose in their hearts, but they were also worried about failure. Wu Yi did not need Wu Yi to deliberately influence them with the five yin and six thieves. The seeds of evil thoughts came naturally.
Lurk into the sea of consciousness, take root, sprout, and thrive.
The front army was unimpeded, and the rear army gradually arrived. There were densely packed camps in the north and south, blocking out the sky and the sun. It seemed that the momentum was extraordinary and the army was majestic.
But when I think about the fact that Ghost Lord Shi Ming and Saint Bilan gathered their troops together because they were afraid of being attacked by the Lord of Anle City, something strange inevitably arises in their hearts. Humans and ghosts are actually trapped here. In Anle,
It will be difficult to leave until the big hidden danger of the city lord is eliminated.
While Wu Yi and Bilan Saints were waiting for the rescue of several other Saints, several Saints in the cave of Master Ziqing on the Red Earth Plateau also had different views.
The war did not progress as everyone originally thought. No one expected that the mysterious Lord of Anle City would be so powerful. Should they continue to send reinforcements into the abyss, or should they return to avoid greater losses?