"Xun Yi!" Li Junde ran over and punched Xun Yi in the stomach: "You are brave enough. You are still daring to run around because of the plague."

"What should I do? You can't watch the three thousand people die, right?" Xun Yi looked at the alchemist behind Li Junde, and his eyes lit up: "Two masters, do you have any solutions to deal with it?"

The range of spiritual monks is very wide. Except for some people who choose the path of the gods, they explore the mysteries of divine nature little by little. Others, whether they are monsters, ghosts, or monsters, civil, martial, Confucian and Dharma, can be regarded as spiritual monks.

The spiritual way replaces the former witch as a bridge between mortals and gods.

This is a cultivation system derived from the ancient witch Taoism.

Among them, Fang Xiandao studies witch medicine and witch curses, and instead of sorcerers who specialize in casting spells and using the help of vital energy, researchers who prefer alchemy and pharmaceutical production.

When a plague occurs, in addition to finding a doctor, these monks from the Immortal Path can also rely on.

The two monks from Fang Xiandao looked at each other, and one of them said, "I feel it when I entered Miao County. This plague is probably caused by a plague beast. If you want to restrain the plague, you can only start from now on."

Another person added: "Generally speaking, using the inner elixir of the plague beast with elixir to make soup can eliminate the epidemic caused by it. However, where is this plague beast and what kind of type is it. We really don't know."

"Don't worry, this is expected, so I have asked someone to kill the plague beast. I believe there will be a result soon."

"Defend to the plague beast? This plague beast has a lot of magic power, but it is not something that ordinary people can deal with."

"The person I'm looking for is not a mortal." Xun Yi said without saying much, and said to Li Junde: "When you come, did you see Liu Zhenying?"

"No, he hasn't come back yet?"

"Young Master! Young Master!" Qiu Pu hurried over: "Young Master of the Liu family has just returned."

"What about people now?"

"He rushed out of the door after asking about the situation. Where he is now, the boy doesn't know."

Jiang Yuanchen placed the bodies of the three members of the Liu family in the old house. He also asked Qiu Pu to guard the door, waiting for Liu Zhenying to return.

As expected, Liu Zhenying rushed home just now and saw the corpse of his relatives and was filled with grief and anger. He knew the causes and consequences from Qiu Pu's mouth and then raised his sword to seek revenge on the plague beast.

"Where did he, a mortal, get the means to take revenge?" Xun Yi was anxious and hurriedly contacted Wen Punishment and others.

The civil and military judge led a group of people to investigate the whereabouts of the plague beast and met with Meng Han.

Meng Han is standing on a big tree at this moment. Because of the effect of the dead trees in spring, the big tree that was originally transformed into a beast was regained its vitality.

Standing on the tree and looking around, contacting Wen Pian and others.

"You release the Yun Ri Bird and let the Bird capture the Bird with instinct. This is always better than looking for it everywhere."

Wen Jue used his magic power to stimulate the card, and the heroic divine bird spread its wings and flew high, sanging in the air, and the dark clouds dissipated with the bird's singing.

The sky is clear and the sun shines everywhere. The divine power of the Sun-Yun Divine Bird is further enhanced and aims at a certain field below to pounce on it.

The two wings stirred up dust and the monster shrouded in black mist appeared again.

The beast stared at the poisonous bird and roared. The monster picture drawn by Wen Xiangjun was vivid, and even the instinct of natural enemies was perfectly imitated.

Under the gaze of the bird, the momentum gradually declined. Black mist was constantly spraying out to fight against the bird. However, the bird was a highly poisonous object and was not afraid of the smoke emitted by the beast.

"The beast is vicious, the bird is extremely poisonous, and the principle of life and restraint is suppressed. I can shoot and kill it secretly." Meng Han thought inwardly and whispered: "Old ghost, borrow your war soul armed!"

"Okay!"

Behind the boy, the man's burly and upright body appeared. His sword eyebrows and starry eyes were extremely heroic. He held his hands and turned into a war armor and put it on Meng Han's body. The red light armor was accompanied by a black longbow.

Literature has created the world of calligraphy and painting, and martial arts has the soul of war to conquer the world.

This battle soul means the achievements of martial arts cultivation. The fighting spirit is thriving, and the blood and energy are flying into the sky like wolf smoke, endless.

"Invisible and hidden." Meng Han said silently, one of the fruits of the Spirit Platform Merit Tree shone light, and his body and the vision of the war soul disappeared.

Meng Han is also a meritorious divine way, exactly the same as Xun Yi's path. The only difference is the difference between the two of them obtaining merit and magical powers.

"Your Excellency seems to be close to the third level of the God of Fortune and is about to become the reserve army of the God of Fortune." Wen Jue looked down at the boy below: "In comparison, our young master is a little worse."

"You can't say that, have you forgotten that the condensation of the merits of the Taoist seed is entirely based on your existing merits. Although this kid's merit tree is well planted, it is obviously not as good as the young master in our family." Wu Pin smiled: "How much merit has Mr. Yi accumulated in the past few years? In addition to the matter at the age of seven, his merits are so strong. After all, he is transformed into the merits of the Taoist seeds, he will definitely be the highest level of Taoist seeds. The future prospect is unlimited, and perhaps the position where the God of Fortune is hanging in the air can be imagined."

"Emperor of Fu?" Wen Jue shook his head: "That goal is too far away. Let's wait until the young master chooses his own God of Fortune's position first. The God of Fortune, the God of Fortune, the God of Fortune, the God of Fortune, the God of Fortune, the God of Fortune, the God of Fortune... As long as you choose the wrong step, you will have a long detour in the future."

"Minister Wen, Martial, did you see a man when you were catching the beast?" Xun Yi used the power of the City God to project Liu Zhenying's portrait.

"I haven't seen it. But we and Young Master Meng have found the Fei Beast and can kill it immediately."

"Okay, kill Feizhe and take out the inner elixir so that we can relieve the plague." Xun Yi felt relieved after sending a message. Since Liu Zhenying did not encounter Feizhe, it should mean that his life is worry-free?

Wen judged the connection with Xun Yi and continued to watch the entanglement of the beast and the beast.

In the distance, the place where Meng Han hides, bright yellow light shot out: "The magical powers shake the mountain and regret it!"

Another great magical power that Meng Han comprehended, compressing the power of magical power to his fingers, and an arrow condensed by the power of the earth formed. Tighten the bow strings, and the fighting soul in his body controlled it by himself: "The way of bows - to penetrate the clouds and shoot the sun!"

The war soul in Meng Han's body is a warrior who practices bow and arrows. He controls the bow and arrow and shoots this mountain-shaking arrow at the Feijin.

The arrows cut through the sky, and the sound of tearing the space was heard. Feizun turned his head and saw a flower in front of him, and the arrows were firmly nailed to the center of his pupil.

"Moo--" Fei Beast screamed a few times, and the power of the mountain-shaking arrow exploded. The earthly force that could shake the mountains and rivers exploded in its body, and its whole body turned into meat foam.

"Sir Wen, please pay attention to receiving inner alchemy!"

Wen Punishment heard Meng Han shouting and lowered his head to retrieve the inner alchemy left behind after the explosion of the beast.

The blood mist dissipated with the wind, and Wen Zong was suddenly stunned. Not to mention the inner alchemy, there was not even the corpse of the beast on the spot, only a scroll fell on the ground, with an image of the beast on it.

"This..." Meng Han's face changed drastically. The Feizhe who he and others spent their time dealing with was just a portrait?

"Damn it!" Meng Han cursed in his body: "The wonderful painting of a monk Wendao, looking at the realm, this should be a picture-like level? It's a waste of effort!"

Thousands of miles away, Wen Xiangjun was dressed as a painter to draw a portrait of a woman. On a whim, he looked up at the north: "The picture of Feizhe has been broken? I guess there should be results in Qinglong City?"
Chapter completed!