A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

"Okay, I promise wherever I go! Let's go!"

Muyu said excitedly that now he would be willing to fight another young man who was in infancy, and staying in this place for a few months just suffocated him. Withered wood is not an object that can relieve boredom. Xiaoshuai and Lao Longteng only scold “big earthworms” and “little mice” every day. He can't find anyone who can speak normally.

"You want, to, me, apprentice, name."

"It's easy to say, let me be your master." Mu Yu couldn't wait to go out. Although the dead wood didn't mention the apprentice in the past few months, he really taught Mu Yu as an apprentice.

Withered wood directly ignored Muyu's words, Muyu likes to play tricks, he is used to it. In fact, the half-year stay with Muyu actually made his temper much better, because Muyu likes to joke every day, no matter how big or small, if the dead wood cares too much about Muyu, then every day you have to get angry half dead, not worth the loss.

Leaving the valley and breathing fresh air is really a luxury for Muyu. He can't stop looking at the green mountains and the water in the distance, occasionally passing by ordinary houses, and also seeing the comprehension person flying through the air from time to time. This kind of free life is what he wants.

Longteng didn't come out, only Xiaoshuai followed Muyu to eat. Withered wood will bring them some food every time they come back, but unfortunately those foods are basically in Xiaoshuai's stomach, and Xiaoshuai, the big stomach king, can't fill up at all.

"I want to eat chicken legs. I have to buy a lot of them this time." Xiaoshuai suffocated. It hasn't really eaten his belly for half a year, even though he can't eat enough to let go of his belly.

Withered wood and Muyu stopped in a remote village. This village was a little lifeless and filled with resentment. It always felt a bit wrong.

"The plague." The dead wood said.

The plague is a deadly infectious disease for ordinary people and the biggest disease killer of ordinary people.

"Are we here to save them?" Muyu walked into the village and found that many people had dark eyes and coughed, and some people had been lifted out under the straw mats, and those who carried them were also Paled face.

"You, you, your task, task, task is to save, save..."

"Save them. I know."

Muyu finished speaking for the dead wood, his face a little dignified, he knew the cause of the plague, how they damage the body tissue, and how to cause complications. Muyu saw in Poison Classic that a poison was made from the blood of patients suffering from plague.

But Mu Yu was a little surprised, why did the dead wood let him come to save people? In his impression, the poison like dead wood should be harmful to talents.

"Senior man, won't you cause this plague?"

Withered glanced at Muyu, he knew what Muyu was thinking: "People who play and poison, people, not necessarily, set, set is to harm, harm, harm people."

"Don't you still use poison to save people?" Mu Yu felt that she had been with the dead wood for half a year and didn't know much about this person.

"I, I, my poison, only save ordinary people." Withered wood stepped forward and touched a child's forehead. The little girl curled up on the chair and shivered, breathing very slowly, and vitality was slow. Slowly drained from her.

"So you are still a good person!" Mu Yu was relieved. He remembered that the dead wood often went out. "Every time you go out and leave the valley, do you come to save ordinary people?"

Withered Wood didn't answer him, just waved Muyu past.

"Save her," said Drywood.

Withered wood does indeed save people every time he leaves the valley. In fact, he is not bad at all. He studies poison, but his purpose is to save people with poison. He admires the way of attacking poison with poison, but the world does not like poison. So think of people who play poison very badly.

Mu Yu felt that his opinion on dead wood had to be changed again. He carefully recalled the introduction of the plague in Dead Wood's "Drug Classics". The plague of the little girl belongs to the plague, caused by rats. Withered wood has been mentioned to eliminate a poison. A more toxic herbal medicine can be used. The toxic herbal medicine is also fatal to ordinary people. There are treatment methods for plague in the detoxification method.

"Spirit grass has one money, buried Ergen five money, and Liqu spent two money..." Mu Yu really gave me back the "Poison Classic" in the past six months, and he said these herbs immediately.

Withered wood nodded with satisfaction, and threw a Qiankun bag to Muyu, which stored a variety of herbs, like a straw bag. These herbs can be used as lethal poisons or as detoxification prescriptions, depending on how they are used.

The plague powder that was configured for Muyu just used Muyu as an experiment. Muyu knew why the dead wood should do this.

Xiaoshuai was silent, he knew how to remove these diseases, and it had its own unique talent in this respect. The method of detoxification of dead wood is more respected, and the way of attacking poison with poison is often easier to cure. However, this method needs to be very careful to grasp the composition of each poison, and if there is a mistake, it will kill.

The method of making poison is the same as that of alchemy. Alchemy is more for the cultivation of the cultivator, and the method of making poison according to the dead wood is to save people.

Although the "Detox" records the configuration of various poisons, each poison has detailed detoxification methods. In fact, this is a complete detoxification book, but outsiders do not know it.

Muyu worked hard to prepare an antidote. He didn't want to watch so many innocent lives die like this. Ordinary people have no spiritual power, so Muyu can't use their spiritual power to cure them, even Xiaoshuai.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I thought you were too bad." Muyu instantly felt the image of dead wood grow taller.

"Shout, Master" Kumu snorted.

Muyu chuckled dryly; "No. This is two different things."

"Smelly, kid." Withered wood himself also started to configure antidote for these mortals, and he sometimes stared at Muyu in contemplation, unclear what he was thinking.

However, at this moment, a sensation of anger suddenly rose from the outside of the village. Muyu looked at the dead wood inexplicably. The dead wood raised his head, frowned, and disappeared with the wood feather.

Two ghostly people walked into the village. The two men were filled with yin, and a huge breath covered the whole village. Muyu was shocked in the dark, this is the ghost door!

"This is the fifth plague village, and the soul is not enough." One of the ghost gate people scanned the whole village and shook his head.

"Gu Jiu Ming Patriarch ordered that we must find the souls of a thousand more mortals, and the village is still more than a hundred." Another ghost door said humanely.

"Unfortunately, you can't kill these mortals directly. The mortal souls who died naturally are pure and troublesome! You can only secretly create a plague to collect souls, which is really troublesome!"

Mu Yu was so angry that this plague was actually disseminated by the ghost door people?

Mu Yu turned her head to look at the dead wood, but the dead wood was gone, and then turned to the ghost door people. The two ghost door people were already lying on the ground. The two of them were green, and the dead wood looked at them sadly.

Mu Yu didn't expect the dead wood to act so decisively. The ghosts of these two ghost gates were miserable. Their whole bodies turned green, but they died of poisoning.

"It's no wonder that so many plagues have been rampant for a while, and it really turned out to be the ghost of the ghost door!" said the dry wood.

"Then what shall we do?" Mu Yu also felt very angry, and the people of the ghost gate actually did such a bad thing. Recalling that the ghost Xuanyue wanted to obtain the souls of millions of people in the Moyun Mountains, this ghost door was really damn!

With the dead wood hand spread out, a pale and phantom soul was held in his hand.

"Who are you?" It was just one of the disciples of Guimen. The dead wood only left him. The other disciples and their twins were all killed by the dead wood.

"Your guts are so brave that you dared to kill the mortal in the triple palace!" Mu Yu said angrily.

The ghost disciple showed a cruel smile: "What the mortal's life counts for, the triple palace only prohibits us from killing the innocents, and there are not so many restrictions on mortals."

"What do you want so many mortal souls to do?" Mu Yu said in a deep voice. He didn't want to argue with the people of Ghost Gate. There was no concept of life in Ghost Gate's eyes, only soul first.

Guimen disciple shook his head and said, "Do you think I will tell you? Hurry up and let me know, what is the end of our ghost door? You should be clear!"

Deadwood didn't speak, just took out a white potion and weighed it in his hand.

"I don't, like it, question." Withered wood poured the white potion directly on the soul of the disciple of Guimen. The disciple of Guimen screamed. Then his eyes became dull and his cold expression faded.

"Elixir of words?" Mu Yu blinked. "Does this also work for the soul?"

"The Book of Toxic" records that there is Yan Lingcao on the top of Beishan Mountain. This kind of herbal medicine is quite toxic. When you smell its fragrance, your brain will not listen to you. Others will answer whatever you ask, and you can't lie. Yanling grass is the best way to interrogate prisoners, but it is a pity that this grass is difficult to pick, because no cultivator can resist its fragrance.

It is a piece of cake for experts who play with poison such as dead wood to pick up this grass, but Mu Yu doesn't know that this true poison can also be used on the soul.

"I make, specialize, deal with, ghost door." Withered wood put away the bottle, "you ask."

Muyu shrugged, letting the stuttering dead wood to interrogate the prisoner was probably a tormenting thing for the prisoner~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This kind of thing was naturally left to Muyu to handle.

"What do you do with mortal soul?" Mu Yu asked.

"Gui Jiu Ming Ancestor wanted to use the mortal soul and the demon soul of the Demon Race to refine the Nine Array." The disciple of Gui Men replied stiffly.

"What is the Nine Teams?" Mu Yu continued to ask.

"Gui Jiu Ming Anzu wanted to take one of the ten demon kings of the demon clan, the body of the white ape demon king." The disciple of Guimen answered honestly. Legend has it that the body of the demon king is an immortal existence. They have transformed from monsters into human bodies. Their bodies have been hardened and hardened like iron, and they will not invade. If a person like a ghost gate can seize the body of the demon king, with their control of the soul, achieving the goal of eternal life is not a dream.

Mu Yu surprised: "Don't the ten demon kings disappeared thousands of years ago?"

"The top ten demon kings are unkillable. They are only sealed by the power of the human race. Guijiu's ancestors discovered the white ape demon king from the demon tribe..." The disciple of the ghost door suddenly stopped talking, and his eyes widened. , And then the soul slowly became illusory, disappeared into fragments.

"Master, why is he gone?" Mu Yu looked at the dead wood in doubt, he had not yet obtained useful information!

The dead wood slowly explained that the spirit poison would not last long for the soul, and it would be good to say so much.

"Yu Meng's comeback, human beings are already brain-damaging enough, why are there any signs that the demon clan is not active?" Mu Yu remembered that at the Fulong Mountain in the Moyun Mountains, You Meng made a large number of demon clan and controlled them all. The demon clan has strong combat power. If they stand on the side of Yumeng and become Yumeng's tool against humans, the consequences will be very serious.

"Master, can we do something?" Mu Yu asked.

Withered glanced at Muyu and said, "Don't do it."