Seeing that the situation was wrong, Li Fan hurriedly followed.

I saw Senior Sister Zhao checking the state of the monk in front of her with a serious expression from a distance.

"Ahem..." This disciple of the Dadao Sect's cultivation was stagnant in the Nascent Soul stage, but at this moment, he was no different from a mortal who was about to die of illness. His eyes were hollow, his consciousness was blurred, and his breath was as if he was wandering.

From time to time, I made a violent cough, as if I was about to cough out my lungs.

A trace of gray and dead aura appeared faintly on his face, and he was so weak that he was not the way a Nascent Soul monk should have.

Li Fan suddenly felt scared.

Just now, the monk seemed not so serious. Just after the short period of time he went to find Senior Sister Zhao, the situation worsened a lot.

"Has I been hit by some evil curse?"

Li Fan also squinted his eyes and looked at it.

"Cough...Daozi?" In a trance, the monk saw the two people standing in front of him, subconsciously struggled to get up, wanting to salute.

"It's okay. If you feel uncomfortable, don't move around and have a good rest." Senior Sister Zhao stopped him and said gently.

"Meet..." This disciple of the Dadao Sect has never seen Sister Zhao in his life.

In an instant, it seemed like a flash of light, and a little vitality was restored on his face. His eyes were full of fascination and stared at Senior Sister Zhao, as if his soul had been hooked away.

"Where did you go after you went down the mountain? What happened and who did you meet?" Senior Sister Zhao asked again.

Regardless of the dying body, the other party kept coughing while holding a breath, telling the story of Senior Sister Zhao in detail.

Gradually, his breath became weaker and weaker.

But looking at Senior Sister Zhao's eyes full of knowledge, he still persisted and said intermittently.

Finally, when he finished speaking the last word, his breath suddenly disappeared.

But his eyes were still not closed, and he stared at Senior Sister Zhao reluctantly.

"Let's go!" Senior Sister Zhao grabbed Li Fan and quickly left here.

At the same time, he handed over a purple and golden pill and told Li Fan to take it.

"Purple Golden Pill of Creation?" Li Fan was shocked.

This kind of elixir is a secret treasure of the Great Dao Sect. Generally speaking, only strong people in the Longevity Realm can refine it. No matter how severe the injury is, as long as they do not die on the spot, they can recover as they were in an instant after swallowing it. It is not an exaggeration to be equivalent to the second life.

It is extremely rare and there is not much inventory in the entire Dao Sect.

At this moment, Senior Sister Zhao ate such treasure without hesitation...

Li Fan immediately understood the seriousness of the matter and immediately swallowed the purple golden elixir of creation into his stomach.

"Don't waste it, wrap it with spiritual power and slowly absorb the medicinal power." Senior Sister Zhao ordered while constantly casting spells, building layers of barriers around the two of them.

"The reason why that disciple's death is still contagious? What mantra is so powerful? Is it targeting our Dao Sect?" Li Fan couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"It's not just a mantra, it's more like a disease. A fatal disease that even monks cannot avoid and escape." Senior Sister Zhao's face was unprecedentedly serious.

Even when the sudden change of heaven and earth that the Fa cannot be practiced with fellow practitioners on that day came, she had never been so worried.

"Its goal is not just our Dao Sect. It is to destroy all the cultivators in the world... This matter must be reported as soon as possible!"

Li Fan suddenly lost his mind: "Is it possible? It's the backlash of heaven and earth?! God, I really want to kill them all!"

"Cough..." As the two of them rushed towards the main hall of the sect, a strange pale look suddenly appeared on Senior Sister Zhao's face.

Then I couldn't control myself and started coughing gently.

But soon, a purple-gold light emerged, and the pale was slowly suppressed. The cough disappeared, and Senior Sister Zhao's face turned red again.

"How could it happen so quickly? Senior sister, are you practicing Taoism?" Li Fan suddenly felt an incredible fear.

Even Hedao is like this, let alone him, a small god-transforming cultivator?

I can't wait for the disease to occur on my body now, so I first call a trace of the medicinal power of the purple gold elixir in the dantian to flow all over my body as a protection.

Sure enough, shortly after doing all this, he suddenly felt a trace of fatigue surged into his heart.

It seemed as if she had fought with Senior Sister Zhao for seven days and seven nights, her whole body was sore and her bones were about to fall apart.

My throat seemed to be cut by a knife, but my body was like a drowning mortal, eager to get out of the water and breathe in big mouths.

Fortunately, the Purple Golden Pill of Creation is indeed well-known.

The power of the purple gold elixir is circulating, and the abnormality in the body disappears in an instant.

"Hiss... this disease is so fierce!" As if walking in front of the gate of hell, Li Fan looked at Senior Sister Zhao with lingering fear: "Fortunately, you have your pill. Otherwise, I would probably follow the footsteps of the junior brother just now!"

"Don't take it lightly, just temporarily suppress the symptoms. The culprit that caused all this has not been eradicated and is still hidden in our bodies." Senior Sister Zhao spoke in time and reminded.

As if she was confirming her words, she soon couldn't help but let out a slight cough.

Even though the disease was quickly resolved by the Purple Gold Pill of Creation, this made Li Fan's heart sink to the bottom.

They still cannot get rid of this unknown disease with magical pills. How miserable will it be for those disciples of ordinary Dao Sect and ordinary casual cultivators?

It's simply unimaginable.

The two of them fought against the disease and soon arrived in the sect hall.

Ji Changxi, the head of the Dao Sect who was sent to Senior Sister Zhao in advance, has summoned all the elders to gather together.

Although Senior Sister Zhao has explained the terrible degree of this disease in detail as much as possible, Ji Changxi and the elders of the Dao Sect also paid enough attention.

but……

But it doesn't pay so much attention.

In their eyes, even if they are both Taoist monks, Senior Sister Zhao, who has successfully broken through the new Taoist through the benefits of the new Dharma, obviously cannot be compared with those of them, the old seniors who have been Taoist for hundreds of years.

They have countless secrets and various means emerge one after another. This young Taoist will be hurt by this unknown "disease", but they may not.

Besides, they think they have prepared enough.

Many restrictions were laid around the open space in the hall and blocked them layer by layer.

The [Zhanyuan Dao Crushing Formation] has also been opened. It seems to be a short distance, but in fact it is already several worlds apart.

Very safe and confident.

"You two, don't suppress the strange disease, and then release a drop of your own blood." Ji Changxi ordered.

Li Fan and Senior Sister Zhao took the order and did as they did.

Amid the gentle cough, two blood drops that seemed to emit an unknown aura appeared before everyone's eyes.

Everyone observed from afar, and the hall was silent for a moment.
Chapter completed!