Chapter 984 The Disaster of Genocide

Mangzhou.

Hongling Mountains.

The door of the Star Temple in the Fu family's colorful pagoda has been closed for the past ten days. The clan members who are used to coming here to offer incense squatted in front of the temple and chatted with each other for a long time. Seeing that the temple door was still not open today, they Pat your butt and raise your hands to say goodbye.

"Squeak"

At this moment.

The door that had been closed for more than ten days was opened from the inside.

Nuan Lan rushed out of the temple with a worried look on her face. The people who were halfway there looked at each other and had a bad premonition in their hearts. They always felt that something big was going to happen in the clan, and the clansmen who were supposed to separate were getting together again. Together, heads next to each other, they whispered the gossip they knew about each other.

"It's all gone, it's all gone!"

When the clan's law enforcement team passed by, they shouted loudly, and the clan members dispersed in droves as if they were being chased away by dogs. As soon as they dispersed, a sword rainbow flashed in the air, and a figure disappeared into the temple in the blink of an eye.

The two members of the law enforcement team looked at each other.

Couldn't help but worry:

"Jiu Mei, the one who flew into the Star Temple just now was the ancestor, right?"

"It's true that our ancestors are good, Brother Qi. This clan leader has repeatedly ordered martial law. Do you think... something has really happened to the clan?"

"Don't worry! There are more than a dozen Jindan elders in the clan sitting in charge. What could happen?"

Although Seventh Brother said so, when he woke up in the morning, he heard that the magical flowers and herbs in the Ten Thousand Medicine Garden seemed to be infected with the plague. In the past few days, they had turned into a pool of black water, and There are frequent furnace explosions in the Alchemy Hall and Talisman Making Hall. The most terrifying thing is that thousands of elderly mortals in the clan have died suddenly and silently in the past few days.

Up and down the clan.

There was a dark cloud hanging over it.

Everyone was too embarrassed to kick him, but the top management still didn't give an answer.

"It's okay. Our Fu family has inherited it for hundreds of years, so it will be okay."

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Star Temple.

Nuan Lan brought Mr. Fu to the first entrance hall of the temple with an anxious look. In the hall, the Star Goddess was sitting there with her eyes closed and meditating. Compared to before, the Saint had become shorter again. Now she is less than The height of a five-year-old child, the complexion on his face also looks very bad, pale with black and yellow.

Mr. Fu's beard has been shaved off again in the past few days.

but.

He was quite calm.

After taking a seat.

He didn't bother the saint with any sound.

After about a cup of tea, the saint nodded and suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at Mr. Fu, her voice was as old as a dying centenarian:

"Old man"

"This lightning curse is faster and more powerful than I imagined. When will the great witch you mentioned who can lift the thunder curse arrive? At most... at most I can still Hold on for three days. After three days, it will not be as simple as death of a mortal. The monks of the Fu family will run out of life overnight!"

Three days? !

Mr. Fu clenched his fist tightly.

"I will continue to follow up with the great witch, Saint. During this time, have you found a solution?"

Mr. Fu did not dare to put the lives of the entire Fu family on Fu Shiyi alone, so from the beginning, he asked the saint to find a way to solve the problem, and also asked the fifth sister to find a way in Lanyi Sizangjing Pavilion.

The saint looked at Mr. Fu with slight hesitation.

He sighed and said:

"I have figured out a method."

"but."

"The Fu family has to pay a heavy price for this."