After the Wu Mu Corpse King fell to the ground, his dark eyes looked at Zhuang Lin.

This person looked at each other with the corpse king. Although he could not feel any emotional fluctuations in Wu Mu's corpse king's eyes, Zhuang Lin did not see any negative tyrannical colors, which made him breathe a little relieved.

After a brief look at each other, Wu Muziwang nodded to Zhuang Lin, and then looked at the young man on the hospital bed next to him. Zhuang Lin knew what it meant, and then nodded to it.

Without any verbal communication, Wu Mu's Corpse King walked to the front of the hospital bed. As Zhuang Lin looked, it raised its right hand. To be precise, it should not be a hand, but a claw.

The dark skin is like dry tree bark, and there is no trace of the color that the skin should have. On it, you can vaguely see some fish-sized things, and the original black hair is gone.

After rebirth from the cocoon, the Wumu Corpse King was obviously different from the original time. First, the dense hairs on the whole body disappeared, replaced by some fish-sized keratinous substances, and secondly, its size was based on its original size.

It has shrunk a little, but it looks even more solid.

The biggest change is the armor made of unknown material on it. The armor that was originally broken is now reunited again. On the surface, some mysterious black characters are flowing independently, looking very strange.

When I first saw the Wu Mu Corpse King, although it was very far apart, Zhuang Lin could feel the cold bloodthirsty aura on it. But now, in addition to the cold air,

I can't feel any other negative aura.

Zhuang Lin still remembered that when he saw the Wu Mu Corpse King, he obviously felt that extremely dangerous aura. But now, even if the Wu Mu Corpse King was standing in front of him, he could not feel anything.

It seems that the Wu Mu Corpse King in front of him is a dead corpse without any threat.

Of course, the Wumu Corpse King could not have become weaker, but because it became stronger again. This kind of power was beyond the level he could perceive.

In a trance, he felt that Wu Mu's Corpse King was reborn in Nirvana and sublimated himself, and transformed from the bloodthirsty Corpse King to another existence.

He even felt that if the Wu Mu Corpse King was allowed to fight with the middle-aged monk before, it could easily kill the powerful middle-aged monk, even if the other party used the cauldron.

This made him feel a little scared. If the Wu Mu Corpse King ran away and rushed out from here, the entire Yanjing City would probably be in a catastrophe. Even if the monks from the Dragon Gate appeared, it would be useless.

But now, Wu Mu's Corpse King has come out of the medicine garden, and even if he regrets it, it is useless. Now he can only count on Wu Mu's Corpse King, really recovered his memory from that time and no longer had bloodthirsty killing.

Taking a deep breath, he continued to look at Wu Mu Corpse King. In his eyes, a black fog flowed in Wu Mu Corpse King's right hand. With the fog flowing, the temperature in the entire room suddenly dropped.

, it became cold.

After a few weeks of flowing, the black mist collapsed and turned into countless threads of hair thickness. It flew away from the right hand of Wumu's corpse king, flew towards the young man, and finally penetrated into his body one after another.

Among them.

Time was lost little by little, and the whole room was silent, without any sound. Wu Mu Corpse King stood there without moving, holding his right hand, and his dark eyes were still stuck in the young man's

On the body.

It seemed that it had passed for about two or three minutes. The right hand of Wu Mu Corpse King hanging above the young man suddenly lifted upwards. With the lifting of the right hand, a few black threads emerged from the young man's body.

Then, then

Following closely behind, more and more black silk threads emerged from the young man's bodies.

Zhuang Lin took a little step forward and looked closely. At the tails of these black silk threads, there were no exceptions, a small dark air mass that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

These tiny dark air masses were constantly struggling, as if they wanted to break free from the black silk thread, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could never break free. They could only pull the black silk thread and head towards the right hand of the King of Wu Mu's Corpse

Floating away.

Is this the curse energy?

Looking at the bound dark air masses up close, Zhuang Lin was full of curiosity. Although he had dealt with cursed energy more than once, this was the first time he had seen this mysterious negative energy with his naked eyes.

Pulling off the black silk thread, these cursive energy finally fell into the palm of Wu Mu Corpse King's palm. I saw Wu Mu Corpse King, whose five fingers slightly closed, grabbed all the cursive energy into a ball, and then threw it into myself

The final.

Zhuang Lin stood beside him and watched. Seeing this scene, he was a little dizzy. Looking at the enjoyment of Wu Mu Corpse King, it seemed that the curse energy was like a delicacy on earth and could not be enjoyed.

In this world, I am afraid that the only one who can eat the terrible curse energy is Wu Mu Corpse King.

"Send me back." After swallowing the cursed energy, the King of Wu Mu looked at Zhuang Lin and sent a message to Zhuang Lin through his mental power.

Zhuang Lin did not hesitate, and directly injected vitality into the ring. At the same time, he moved with his heart. A hole that could not be seen in the naked eye appeared in the air, and directly wrapped the Wu Mu Corpse King inside. Wu Mu Corpse King did not resist and let him go.

This black hole swallows itself.

After taking the King of Wu Mu back into the medicine garden, Zhuang Lin didn't care about entering the medicine garden again. He walked quickly to the hospital bed, took out a hundred-year-old ginseng from the medicine garden, crushed it and stuffed it into the youth.

In a person's mouth.

At the same time, his right hand pressed on the young man's chest, and his vitality continued to flow into the young man's body as if he was not spending money.

As the cursed energy was removed by the Wu Mu Corpse King, the young man's body returned to peace again. The pure energy that originally pursued the cursed energy also became quiet at this time and stayed in the heart of the young man.

It is precisely because of this pure energy that the last trace of life breath was guaranteed to continue. If the last trace of life breath dissipated, he would be unable to save it.

The century-old old ginseng gradually spreads out in the young people's bodies. Zhuang Lin controls his vitality and speeds up the activation of this medicine, so that it can hold the young people's last breath and give birth to a new life.

The breath comes.

Twenty silver needles appeared in Zhuang Lin's hands, without any interval, and fell into important acupoints in the young man's body one by one.

When all the silver needles fall into the acupuncture point and the acupuncture point energy is activated, Zhuang Lin quickly lifted the silver needle out, and his vitality surged up, guiding the energy of these acupuncture points into the heart of the young man.

It was not until half an hour later that Zhuang Lin straightened his waist, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.

The young man on the hospital bed had disappeared. Although his face was still pale, he was no longer as lifeless as before. His life was saved. As for when he could wake up, it depends on him.

My recovery speed is now.
Chapter completed!