A life of meritorious deeds starting from Thunderbolt

On this day, Jun Moxie, who was recovering from his injuries, suddenly felt a heart palpitation.

"Something happened!" The sudden uneasiness in Jun Moxie's heart gave Jun Moxie a bad premonition.

Jun Moxie closed his eyes and searched for the Immortal Curse Seal that had been planted in Tiandu's deployment over the years.

After searching for the clinker, it was found that the number of curse seals that existed was no longer ten, and those that remained were the surrendered troops planted in recent days. The disappearance of the immortal curse seal illustrates a problem, that is, the host has died. And

The deaths of hundreds of cursed seal owners pushed the results to a heart-shaking abyss.

"Could it be..." Jun Moxie already had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't accept it. He needed to see the real facts!

"System, redeem the advanced healing package!" Jun Moxie said in his heart.

"Ding! System prompts: The host's current injury requires two high-level medical kits to heal. The three medical kits total 10,000 merit points. Do you want to redeem it?" The system prompts came to mind.

"Exchange!" Jun Moxie, who only had more than 16,000 merit points, did not blink this time. He wanted to regain his strength as quickly as possible!

"Ding! 10,000 merit points will be deducted, and the advanced medical package, quantity two, has been redeemed successfully, please sign for it!"

When two golden light balls appeared on his hands, Jun Moxie slapped them into his body without hesitation.

Suddenly, golden brilliance flowed like liquid throughout every part of Jun Moxie's body, and even his soul was immersed in the golden brilliance.

After arriving in the new world, the three levels of medical kits produced by the system have also undergone new changes. The low-level medical kits can treat mild internal and external injuries, and the effect of the intermediate medical kits is several times that of the low-level medical kits.

Different from medium and low medical kits, high-level medical kits have the biggest change. In addition to treating fatal internal and external injuries, the effects of high-level medical kits have significant effects on the bad state of the soul. In addition to the healing effect, high-level medical kits

Bags can also lift people from rock bottom back to the top.

Jun Moxie was in a state of near-death and serious injury at first, but later he got treatment and got rid of the near-death buff. Suddenly, his severely mutilated body was in a mess. Originally, according to the doctor's estimation, Jun Moxie needed to be recuperated despite his injuries.

One or two years.

But after Jun Moxie used the advanced medical kit, his body's condition returned to its original state in just half a minute, and he could no longer see the serious injuries he had suffered before.

Although there are a lot of merit points used to redeem the advanced medical package, its effect is very gratifying.

Due to Luo Hou's return, Jun Moxie, who had great trust in him, relaxed. His stingy thoughts returned, and he began to nurse his injuries with peace of mind.

Now, Jun Moxie regrets it.

"Mo Xie, what are you?!" The movement in the house attracted Yu Qingjue. When he entered the house and saw Jun Mo Xie who had recovered as before, his eyes almost fell to the ground.

Yu Qingjue quickly probed for Jun Moxie's wrist, and the steady and strong pulse told everything.

"I have recovered," Jun Moxie quickly started to pack his things, took Heiyue with him, and walked outside the house, "I have something important to go out, and I will ask you to take care of me, Ah Lian."

"How could an injury of that level be healed in such a short period of time? This..." Looking at Jun Moxie who left quickly, Yu Qingjue looked in disbelief.

As a master and someone who also knew some medicine, Yu Qingjue was confident that he was right. Jun Moxie was really well.

…

Luo Hou died, Tiandu was destroyed, and the entire Xiwulin fell into a carnival. All sects and factions were celebrating the end of Tiandu's rule. When Tiandu was so powerful, Jun Moye targeted all parties in Xiwulin.

power.

Many people have long been dissatisfied with Tiandu sticking his hand into their bowl. It was just that Tiandu was very powerful at that time, so he just behaved like a grandson. Now that Luo Hou dies, Tiandu's entire army is destroyed, and the good old days are gone again.

Here it comes again.

As soon as the capital fell, all forces began to set up boundaries around their base areas and rule by drawing them. Of course, the official slogan was to protect the people.

Xiwulin has returned to the era of "warlord separatism".

At this time of great reshuffle of forces, Dao Wuhou, the great hero who killed Luo Hou, already had his own plans.

In a city in Xiwulin, Dao Wuhou was waiting for someone to bring back a long-awaited news.

"Sir, I'm back!" Cang Haiping quickly entered the hall and met Dao Wuhou's expectant eyes.

"How?" Dao Wuhou asked in a deep voice.

"Good news, all the heroes intend to elect one person to be the leader of Xiwu Lin, so as to avoid another Luo Hou appearing and starting a war." Cang Haiping said quickly.

"Oh, but you have a candidate?" Dao Wuhou turned sideways, his slightly clenched palms indicating his owner's uneasiness.

"Yes, in terms of reputation in today's martial arts world, only the gentleman who killed the tyrant Luo Hou and..." Cang Haiping hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "Drunken Huanglong."

"Drunken with Huanglong!" Dao Wuhou's heart sank.

"That day, Sir and Drunken Huanglong returned to the Yueming Lake together. Many martial arts knights were attracted by the figure of Drunken Huanglong, and some were secretly inquiring about the specific process of killing Luo Hou." Cang Haiping said.

"Alas, I'm afraid I can't match what my good friend can do." Dao Wuhou sighed.

"Sir, don't be discouraged. The heroes who fought against Tiandu were all gathered together by you after running all the way. No one can match your achievements. This leader belongs to you." Cang Haiping said at the side.

"Having said that, my friend's side..." Dao Wuhou hesitated.

"Sir, don't worry, I have a plan that will make you move forward." Cang Haiping said confidently.

"Oh, I don't know what the plan is going to be?" Dao Wuhou's eyes moved and he asked aloud.

"Whether this plan is successful or not depends on whether sir is willing to give up the love of a close friend." Cang Haiping said with a smile.

"Hmm..." Dao Wuhou's eyes were bright and he had a plan in mind.

On the same day, Dao Wuhou and Cang Haiping left the city and disappeared.

…

The seriously injured drunken Huanglong did not accompany Dao Wuhou to recuperate in the city, but returned to his seclusion to heal his wounds silently.

On this day, Dao Wuhou and Cang Haiping came together to visit Huanglong who was drunk.

"Friend, this is the healing medicine I asked an expert to refine. It has a very good effect on restoring the foundation." Not long after the meeting, Dao Wuhou handed a fragrant pill to Zuiyin Huanglong.

"Thank you, my friend, for taking the trouble." The drunken Huanglong took the pills and immediately felt a heat flow throughout his body, feeling better inside.

"Friends are here this time... Uh! Poof!" Suddenly, Drunken Huanglong felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, and a mouthful of black blood came out of his mouth.

"This... I have no mercy for you!" Although the incident happened suddenly, Zuiyin Huanglong immediately noticed that there was something wrong with the pill.

Just when the drunken Huanglong was about to question him, Cang Haiping, who was standing by, had already stamped his chest with a palm.

Bang! The injured Drunken Huanglong was sent flying with a palm. He had long lost the strength he had when he was victorious. Now he was drugged and plotted by Dao Wuhou, and he was no longer able to resist.

"For the future of Xiwulin, I have no choice but to do this. I'm sorry for my friend." Dao Wu Houying's magic sword was in his hand, and he slashed out with an expressionless expression.

The sword energy hit Zuiyin Huanglong without any ripples, and the latter was immediately injured.

"Despicable! Haha!" With the magic sword dragon scale in his hand, the drunken Huanglong, whose life was hanging by a thread, took out angrily, mustering up his true energy to strike out several sword auras in succession, and suddenly the surrounding area was filled with dust!

Bang! Dao Wuhou and Cang Haiping blocked Drunk Huanglong's counterattack, but when they were about to pursue, their vision was blocked by dust.

"Sir, we don't need to chase him. After he was drunk and Huanglong took those pills, he will never see the sun tomorrow." Cang Haiping said to Dao Wuhou with a smile.

"That's fine, it's time to go back, but we can't keep the knights waiting in a hurry."

"I don't know what Mr. promised me before..."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down..."