The sound of the flute rises melodiously, crisp and soft, euphemistic and clear. Just like the sound of nature, soothing to the heart and mind!
"What? You're fine?" The Holy Lord saw that he had already played the flute, but Li Qiushui was still fine, and his expression changed again and again.
Not only is Li Qiushui fine, but so is Wang Nangu! In other words, the poison in their bodies has been cured!
Who detoxified them? Why didn't he notice at all?
"Holy Lord, don't think about controlling me anymore. When I recover, I will definitely seek revenge on you. And you, Ye Long cannot be broken in vain..." Li Qiushui rushed into the sea, leaving behind her resentment Discourse.
How to cure the heart-eating poison... we have to start with Xuan Suzhuang of the Later Qing Dynasty.
That day, Ye Long left behind the white-eyed red fox and fire monkey, and left Xuansu Village with Huang Rong.
The Holy Lord asked Li Qiu Shui to visit Xuan Suzhuang at night, but he encountered something strange.
Red fox with white eyes!
The white-eyed red fox did not let Li Qiushui notice its traces. It just flashed past and dropped a small bottle.
Li Qiushui felt confused, so he picked up the bottle and took a look. There was writing on the bottle.
"I asked for the blood of the Manggu Clam from the Ni Bodhisattva. Don't thank me. We are related... don't you think so? Hailong Island, let's ambush the Holy Lord together and kill him! Ye Long."
The handwriting is crooked and ugly.
However, the content of the handwriting made Li Qiushui excited.
She returned to the Holy Lord and only told the Holy Lord that the Dragon Lord had left the soul-inducing belt. She said nothing about the blood of Manggu Zhuhuha.
Later, after Wang Nangu's confirmation, she found out that this was really the blood of Manggu Zhuha. Wang Nangu also confirmed Ye Long's handwriting. Ye Long was the only one who could write the kind of crooked handwriting that was difficult for her to read. .
Because this font is very weird and different from the characters they have seen. Ye Long said that the characters he writes are called simplified characters.
So the two of them drank the blood of the Manggu Clam and used poison to fight poison, killing the poisonous poison in their bodies.
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"This kind of poison can only be cured by the blood of the Manggu Zhuhu! Who is helping them? Who is in the hands of the Manggu Clam?" The Holy Lord's face was gloomy. One of his two favorite women was killed by Emei. The Patriarch was killed, but one escaped...
This brought him to the edge of rage and made him feel shameless.
"You really found her." The Holy Lord held the piccolo in his hand tightly, calmed down his emotions, and then looked at the woman in white who could make men crazy.
The woman in white clothes, Sai Shuang Shengxue's beautiful face has no faults. Her snow-white face has a faint blush, and she is pretty and charming. Her pupils are as clear as a spring, her lips are slightly curved, she is smiling with joy, and she is demure. The middle part is as gentle as water.
Her black hair was combed from the back, and her clouds were tied high. The cloud-like hair tied with jasper hairpins was scattered on both sides of the shoulders, and the willow-like hair was blown away by the wind.
The jet-black pearl on the jasper hairpin shines against the jet-black hair. She wears a tight-fitting snow-white dress, which makes her plump and exquisite body even more charming.
"You have been hidden in the world for more than a hundred years. If the dragon ball fragments had not appeared in the world, it would be difficult to find you." The woman opened her lips lightly, like the sound of nature, or the cry of an oriole, clear, loud, and pleasant to the ear.
"What are you looking for me for?" The Holy Lord touched his nose, turned his back and walked towards Wang Nangu.
In fact, he didn't come out because of the Dragon Ball fragments, but
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It's because of the person who can change his life.
He needs that person's blood, or a whole body of true energy.
As for where that person is, he hasn't found it yet, but he already has some clues.
"Marry you." The woman took a step forward and followed closely in front of the Holy Lord.
The Patriarch of Emei was confused... This woman who suddenly appeared actually threatened to marry the evil flower-picking thief Sheng Zun? Did she hear it right?
Women in the world can't even hide from him, but there are still women who want to marry him.
Incredible.
"Hmm!" Suddenly, Emei Patriarch had a strange feeling in her body, and her face changed dramatically. She knew it was Wang Nangu's poison that had taken effect.
"I have been wild and free all my life and will not be bound by marriage. Let's go." The Holy Lord shook his head and helped Wang Nangu up.
"I'm not leaving," the woman said firmly.
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." The Holy Lord rolled his eyes, then put his hands on Wang Nangu's back, and the true energy in his body poured into Wang Nangu's body.
But soon, the Holy Lord's brows furrowed. He discovered that his true energy could not cure Wang Nangu's injury, but could only delay the deterioration of the injury.
The injuries caused by the Heavenly Burial Sword were too weird, and the evil energy entered his body, leaving him at a loss.
"For today's plan, I can only save you by finding that kind of inner strength and mental method. I have been in the world for half my life, for more than a hundred years, and I am proficient in all kinds of internal strength, inner strength, and external cultivation methods, but I can't integrate them. It's really difficult... "The helplessness, loneliness, and sadness that had not been seen for a long time were revealed in the eyes of the Holy Lord.
"Ask her to give me the antidote." Emei Patriarch held the Sky Burying Sword and pointed at the Holy Lord.
"Didn't you see that she was about to die? Stay here while I find a way to save her." The Holy Lord frowned slightly, his tone a little sad.
"You can't save him, give her to me. Maybe I can save her life." On the beach, a young man with disheveled hair and tattered clothes and trousers yawned and walked towards the Holy Lord and others. .
The young man looks a bit slovenly. He is about 1.7 meters tall, neither tall nor short.
The withered yellow hair was a little messy, covering his eyes, but if you peeked through the hair, you could still see his eyes, which were bright and energetic, but with a sense of laziness.
It's weird anyway.
The sloppy young man has a fair face, sharp angles and a high bridge of nose, but there is some dirt on his face, which affects his handsome face.
He wore a black leather jacket on his upper body, but a few holes were exposed.
The black leather pants are still in tatters, with a few puddings sewn on them. Not only that, the pants seemed to be a little shorter, exposing the calves.
Wearing a pair of straw sandals under her feet, her thumbs squeezed out of the front of the shoes without shame.
This sloppy boy looks like a beggar, or... a savage.
Seeing the appearance of the little beggar, Shengzun and others all breathed tightly, and their eyes fell on him.
"You, a young beggar, can you save her?" Emei Patriarch raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically.
"Female demon, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured."
"Look at you, you look so handsome, but your heart is more poisonous than a poisonous scorpion. As for me, although I don't look very good and I don't dress well, I am a kind person and I don't want to see anyone die." He shook his head and said in an old-fashioned way.
Emei
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The Patriarch had a strange feeling in his heart. Some people say that they don’t look that good? This sloppy boy, let alone if he cleans himself up, he will be a beautiful boy.
She has seen handsome men, and there are quite a few of them, but if she talks about who is the most handsome, she thinks it is Ye Long who was crippled by him!
And if this sloppy boy is really clean, his appearance will be comparable to that of Ye Long.
What about temperament? Ye Long gives people a very rigorous, polite, but sometimes bad feeling.
As for this young man, he gives off the impression that he is lazy, but when he walks or talks, he always feels lazy.
Thinking of this, Patriarch Emei couldn't help but frown. Why should he compare him with Ye Long... It feels so strange.
"Are you looking for death?" Patriarch Emei grasped the Sky Burial Sword and shouted sweetly. She just woke up now. This sloppy boy said she was more poisonous than a poisonous scorpion!
"Look, look, you always say others are seeking death. Do you think you can beat me?" The sloppy boy yawned again.
After yawning, his figure flickered, leaving an afterimage, and came to the front of Emei Patriarch.
Patriarch Emei's face was startled, and when she was about to draw her sword, she felt that her hand was empty... By the time she reacted, the young man had already returned to the previous position, and the Heaven Burial Sword in her hand had already changed hands!
Patriarch Emei was shocked. His Heaven Burial Sword was just snatched away? The speed of this young man is too weird!
She is not worried about the Heaven Burying Sword being robbed, because so far, among the people who have touched the Heaven Burying Sword, only one person has survived besides her, and that is Ye Long.
This young man is getting faster, but his character... will definitely be eroded if he touches the Sky Burial Sword.
"You dare to take the Heaven Burying Sword, don't you know how to write the word "death"?" Patriarch Emei sneered, but crossed his arms, waiting to see how the young man would be swallowed up by the Heaven Burying Sword and die.
The Sky Burial Sword couldn't help but tremble, and the monstrous blood energy emitted from the sky, eroding towards the young man. It wanted to devour the young man's consciousness, turn him into a demon, and then torture him to death.
"What a bloody sword, suppress it!" The young man's eyes were piercing. He held the sword in one hand and slapped the sword body with the other. The powerful force was directly absorbed into the Sky Burial Sword.
In just an instant, the blood energy emitted by the Heaven Burying Sword collapsed on its own, and the Heaven Burying Sword also calmed down.
"You...who are you!?" Patriarch Emei's pupils shrank sharply, looking at the young man in disbelief.
The Heavenly Burial Sword was conquered like this? Surrendered? How can this be? ! She felt like she was living in a dream.
"My surname is Gobi, and my given name is Twenty." The young man held the Sky Burial Sword and stretched lazily.
"Gobi Twenty?" Emei Patriarch Liu frowned slightly, searching for this name in her memory, but no matter what, there was no such person as Gobi Twenty in her mind.
"Give me back the Heavenly Burial Sword!" Emei Patriarch's face turned red and his eyes were a little blurry as he shouted at the young man.
"Stop! You'd better not fight with me. I don't kill women. Also, you are poisoned. If I predict correctly, you have been poisoned by more than one kind of poison. Now you are relying on your own Qi. Suppression prevents the toxicity from occurring. But there is a kind of poison, and suppressing it with zhenqi will actually accelerate its toxicity...that is aphrodisiac poison."
"So, you are very confused now. If you don't use true energy to suppress it, other poisons will kill you. If you use true energy to suppress it, the aphrodisiac poison will attack again... Isn't it uncomfortable?"
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