After returning, Xun Yi directly entered the Taiyi Realm. The Taiyi Realm is expanding and evolving every moment. Absorbing the starlight of the Xinsu Star Domain and the origin of Taimengtian, the Taiyi Realm is constantly heading towards the direction of Xun Yi's preview.

Those disabled beggars were rescued by Xun Yi and are currently being taken care of by the flower fairies in the Thai Yi Realm.

"They still have the possibility of teaching now." Xun Yi stretched out his hand and a porcine leaf flew from the ground. He blew his breath and a drop of crystal nectar appeared on the leaves.

He pointed at a few flower fairies casually: "You guys go over to heal their wounds and let them recognize their words in the Thai Yi Realm for the time being."

These nectars were exerted by Xun Yi to sculpt and create blood. As long as you drink nectar, you can flesh and bones and thrive the limbs.

After giving instructions, Xun Yi sat under the tree of merit. The red clouds were surging beside him. He held the book of Hongsheng in his hand and searched Zimo's information with Tianquan.

"Zi Mo, the great master's destiny. An accident occurred during the epidemic, and the god fell into the evil path." Regarding Zi Mo's news, the book "Hongsheng in Heaven" is vague. Half of the information was sealed, and the other half can only see Zi Mo's early information.

The situation of this Dasiming is similar to that of Xun Yi. He is also from a powerful family. He was then appointed as a god by chance. He walked outside in the posture of a human and god, doing good deeds and accumulating virtues. However, he prefers literary and art and likes to travel around the mountains and rivers. While managing his Siming Temple, he travels outside every day.

Helping other gods to kill demons or eliminate demons, or helping good people accumulate virtue and do good deeds, can be said to be nothing wrong.

"It seems that he is indeed a good god with good character." Xun Yi looked puzzled: "How can such a god have such extreme words now?"

After thinking about it, Xun Yi was confused and could only let go of his worries for the time being.

That night, when Xun Yi was sleeping, the magical fruit symbolizing "Dreams in the Thousands of Ages" on the merit tree automatically shines, and the yellow light swept away Xun Yi's soul and throws it into a dream.

Opening his eyes, Xun Yi saw himself in an ancient house.

"Where is this?" The surrounding environment was blurred and fog was rippling. Whenever he wanted to change his perspective, he felt a wave of resistance. Moreover, he seemed to be acting without his control.

"Is this possession?" After all, Xun Yi Chengtian and Sun Jian were hanging out, and the two of them often changed, so he was very familiar with his current state.

This is clearly because oneself possesses oneself and uses the perspective of another to view the world.

The man stood up and walked out of the house. A pungent smell of smoke came from outside. Xun Yi subconsciously wanted to cover his nose, but the man did not move. The corresponding senses reflected from him on Xun Yi, allowing Xun Yi to be there and empathize with it.

"Is anyone dead again?" the man murmured to himself, and walked out of the house with big strides. A group of people with masks were carrying several corpses away. A raging fire was burning in the distance, and firewood built a wooden pool, throwing many corpses into the wooden pool for cremation.

"Is it a plague?" Xun Yi understood in his heart when he looked at the situation around him. This kind of measure was prepared to prevent the spread of the plague.

But when Xun Yi followed the man to the wooden pond, he saw the shadow in the pond. The man stood by the water and shook for a while, and Xun Yi saw a pale face.

"Zi Mo?" Although he was haggard, he was exactly the same as the Siming God he had just seen!

Zimo walked to the wooden pool and watched the bodies thrown into the wooden pool and were engulfed by the flames attached to the fire.

Zi Mo felt a pain in his heart, regretting the fate of these villagers. Xun Yi and Zi Mo could sense and sense Zi Mo's emotions. Thinking of the records in the Book of the Holy Saint of Heaven: "Zi Mo, the Grand Secretary of the Destiny, an accident occurred during the epidemic, and the god fell."

"Is this the plague?"

Suddenly, Zimo's body moved. He saw a corpse carried into the fire suddenly moved and immediately stepped forward to stop it.

"Wait, this person is not dead yet!" He stepped forward to save the person, but was stopped by others.

At this time, a burst of crying suddenly came from the flames, and a figure was vaguely seen rolling in the flames.

Looking at the faces of the people around him, Zimo felt cold in his heart and shouted angrily: "You are actually burning alive?" The patient who was infected has not really died yet, and there is obviously a possibility of rescue.

Zimo's eyes glanced at everyone present, and the men in charge all looked cold.

The last old man said: "Master Mo, there is no way to rescue this epidemic. As long as you get sick, you will die. So it's better to eradicate the future from the beginning." After a pause, the old man seemed to comfort himself: "We are also thinking about them so that they won't live in pain."

"Hmph! I'm afraid they don't think so!" Zimo heard the crying sounds coming from inside, gritted his teeth, pushed everyone away and rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

Liehuo immediately came up. At this moment, Zi Mo Fanfei was really risking his death to save people. Xun Yi subconsciously wanted to cover his arms, and he could feel Zi Mo's pain. Zi Mo was burned by the flames, and the stinging pain was transmitted to him, and his skin was also burned by the flames.

Finally, Zimo rescued a boy from the sea of ​​fire.

The boy was burned all over and his rest became weaker. Even Zimo left traces of scalding on his body. He hurriedly rescued the person, but the people around him refused to give up, and the two sides had another dispute.

"As long as you live, there is hope. Who said that you can't find a cure? The doctors in the village are studying the epidemic. In a few days, maybe there will be a solution!" Finally, he persuaded everyone and took the boy back to the house. He tried every means to suppress the injury and finally allowed the boy to survive.

Although Zi Mo is the God of Mind, he has no partner yet and has not used the magical art of resurrection and healing. In this regard, he is no different from ordinary people.

In the next few days, he took good care of the boy. Xun Yi was watching, and his heart became colder and colder. According to Xun Yi's intelligence, he had already vaguely thought about what would happen next. He wanted to reach out to stop Zi Mo, but in this dream he was just a bystander. Like a soul wandering in time and space, he could only look at Zi Mo's memories back then. He could only watch Zi Mo's actions step by step. He could only watch Zi Mo towards his destined ending.

Although the boy survived, the epidemic on him became more and more serious. Zimo walked in the village, and the death toll in the whole village had exceeded half. Panic spread in the village, and the entire village was surrounded by the thick fog of death.

Although Zimo is the god of great commander and the god who controls death, he does not like this atmosphere. He is a blessing god, an existence that brings welfare to all living beings, not a plague god or ghost god. He has gone to find relevant gods, but this matter is not a plague god that triggers plague, nor is it a mortal punishment when ghosts and gods come to heaven. It is completely a matter of the mortal world. In the era of God's separation, too much gods interfere in the mortal world can easily cause various accidents. Even if gods save people, they will be blamed for interfering in the humanitarian process, and they will end up being absurd.

The plague god was unwilling to save people, and even asked Zimo not to use his magical powers when saving people.

The plague god hints to Zi Mo: "When humanity is solved, everything has its own source. As long as the source is found, it can be solved easily." Therefore, Zi Mo can only find a way to rescue the epidemic as a mortal.

In the end, the doctors in the village also became ill, with poisonous sores on their bodies, and only Zimo kept a healthy body.

As the sun sets, the afterglow hits the window, and Zimo sits in the room to take care of the doctor and the boy. He thinks hard: "Is it because he is too close to the patient? But Dr. Zhang is sick, why am I okay?" While taking care of the village doctor, he suddenly begins to examine himself.

Through the mirror, he saw his unscathed appearance. Although Zimo was haggard and messy, he was not infected by illness.

"Because I have divine power to protect my body?" So Zimo secretly squeezed out his blood and mixed it with medicine and fed it to the doctor and the boy.

Sure enough, his blood was indeed resistant to the disease due to divine power. The doctor and the boy's condition gradually stabilized.

Three days later, the boy was the first to improve because of his age. One time, when Zimo went out to fetch water, the boy was worried about the people in the village, so he went out to visit him. As a result, he saw that the outside was in a mess, and ran home in shock. He saw that all his relatives in his family were infected with illness, so he hurried to find his mother. When his family saw that he was seriously ill, he suddenly recovered, and in doubt asked the reason. Now, the spearhead was completely directed at Zimo. To be continued.

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