Chapter 1770: Settlement of Accounts When Abraham was asking questions, Luke and others had already flown out and stood behind Abraham.
"Master Wuxin."
Luke said hello to Su Han.
Su Han smiled and nodded, then looked at Abraham and told him what had just happened, including the fact that the plague was dropped on the small village.
Everyone was a little stunned after hearing this.
Is there an alien race that is less than three hundred miles away from the Holy City of Jialan and has dropped a plague on the Jialan Protoss?
"I'll go take a look."
Yiman said in a deep voice.
The next moment, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
More than ten breaths later, Iman returned to the crowd again.
"It is indeed as Taoist Master Wu Xin said."
Iman nodded gloomily.
"You said the person who came here has a pair of sharp horns, right?
The skin is dark yellow and brownish?”
Abraham looked at Su Han and asked.
Everyone's eyes moved slightly.
This appearance is very similar to the familiars from the Abyss of Despair, but there are also some aliens who look like this, so it is impossible to determine whether they are familiars.
"The person you are talking about is probably a familiar from the Abyss of Despair, but I'm very strange.
What kind of familiar would be so bold as to come to a place three hundred miles away from Jialan Holy City and drop a plague.
And what is his purpose?"
Abraham frowned slightly.
"Father, it is possible that he was testing some kind of plague, but he never thought that Taoist Wu Xin would happen to pass by here.
In addition to being far superior to his peers in skills, Taoist Wu Xin is also a rare fire doctor."
Luke said.
Tinder doctor?
Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Su Han could resolve the plague cast by the other party. Their eyes when they looked at Su Han softened a bit.
Although Su Han was from a foreign race and was from a human race with no reputation, he at least helped the Jialan God Clan and saved a lot of deaths from the Jialan God Clan. This was enough to change their impression of Su Han.
"Master Wuxin, your medical skills are indeed extraordinary. The one just now is at least a lower god. You can not only resolve the plague he cast, but you can also support him in his hands until I come. This kind of method is very popular among the younger generation.
Among them, definitely one of the best."
Abraham looked at Su Han with a smile in his eyes.
The quasi-sages present also had to be convinced. Even if a few were still not convinced, they could only hide it in their hearts and dare not show it for the time being.
"Senior, I don't think this matter is that easy to solve. Since he can drop the plague here, he can naturally drop the same plague in other places."
Su Han said.
"I will notify the authorities about this matter and dispatch some gods to explore whether similar plagues are still occurring in the Jialan God Clan's area."
Abraham nodded slightly.
While speaking, he glanced at a lower god, who nodded slightly, turned around and flew into the Holy City of Jialan.
After some tea time, he flew back again and whispered: "The news has been informed."
"Okay, the next thing has nothing to do with us. Our mission this time is to go to the True Dragon Academy."
Abraham nodded slightly.
Half an hour later.
Su Han boarded the battleship of the Jialan God Clan, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the True Dragon Academy.
at the same time.
The familiar who had attacked Su Han before was standing not far from Jialan Holy City, looking calmly at the direction in which the battleship was leaving.
Occasionally, warriors from the Jialan Divine Clan walked past him, but they didn't even look at him. His surroundings were shrouded in a small patch of darkness, making it difficult for even a saint to notice.
"Did your experiment fail?"
A voice suddenly came from behind this familiar.
A being with pale skin that looked inhuman looked at the familiar indifferently.
"It's not a failure. I have completely mastered the formula of the Deadly Black Poison. I successfully transformed some familiars before he healed the rest."
The familiar didn't look back and said calmly.
"That's very good. Your master is unwilling to surrender to us. Now you have mastered the deadly black poison that only he knows. Next, you can transform familiars on a large scale and turn them into an army of familiars to cooperate with us.
The Void God Clan conquers the Earthly Immortal Realm."
The person with snow-white skin smiled.
"You, the False God Clan, have been trying to enter the Earth Immortal Realm for many years, but you have always failed because you are too impatient.
Even if you change your policy now and choose to join forces with me and let me cooperate internally and externally, you should not launch an offensive so early.
My cultivation level is not high enough. I need you to provide me with cultivation resources so that I can break through the realm of a saint and be promoted to a great saint in a short period of time."
The familiar said calmly.
"How long will it take?"
"It's been a long time, you have been planning for many years, and you don't care about this time. It's not enough to become a great saint. I want to become a holy master, replace the Great Demon of Xutian, and completely control the abyss of despair, so that you can rest assured to plant seeds in the abyss of despair.
Wouldn’t it be good to go down to the God’s Nest and accumulate troops?”
The familiar smiled lightly.
"Okay, I will deliver the next batch of supplies to you personally. I will go back first."
After a few breaths of silence, the virtual god turned and left.
After he left, the familiar showed a hint of cynicism in his eyes.
"You want me to be a cow or a horse for you and obey your orders?
Ridiculous! How could I, an upright and upright demon god, be subordinate to others and be their lackey? What I want to do is to be the supreme being in the world!"
"That guy knows how to resolve the deadly black poison. He is always a hidden danger. I must keep up and deal with him first..."... Xuanding Dynasty.
Kyoto.
Long Yongkang took Ruan Yuelian, followed an old man, and slowly walked into the palace.
"The presence of Mr. Longjun in person really makes this place shine!"
Di Gongfeng greeted the old man enthusiastically.
The old man glanced at him indifferently and smiled, "I don't dare to do it to Peng Pi Sheng Hui, but my coming here today must make some people feel unhappy, right?"
"Where are you from Mr. Long?"
Di Gongfeng's expression changed slightly and he said sarcastically.
"I want to see Emperor Xuanding, but he is here."
The old man stopped being verbose and got straight to the point.
"Well, Your Majesty has some matters and has left Kyoto."
Di Gongfeng said with a sneer: "If you have anything to do, you can tell me the same thing. I am also a holy master after all, and I can do something to take charge."
"Tell you?
Then let me ask you, was it you who killed Taoist Priest Wu Xin of Nanshan Longjun Mansion?"
The old man looked at Di Gongfeng calmly.
A cold sweat appeared on Di Gongfeng's forehead. He shook his head subconsciously: "This is definitely not what I did."
"Who did that?
Zhou Tianwang?"
The old man said calmly.
"..." Di Gongfeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Lord Longjun, this matter has nothing to do with our Xuanding Dynasty..." "Fart! You must give me an explanation today.
The worship can be moved at will?"
The old man snorted coldly, pushed Di Congfeng away, and walked straight inside.
Long Yongkang glanced at him and followed Ruan Yuelian quickly.
When Di Gongfeng saw this, he secretly complained in his heart.