After waking up from a thousand years of sleep, the 749 Bureau came to the door

The thick black liquid looked like the saliva of ‘Hei Wuchang’, and also like blood.

But as it dripped onto the body of Black City God.

Black City God was shocked.

The first thing he felt was the biting cold.

It was like an ice cone, piercing his skin and flesh, which made him feel pain, and he subconsciously looked at the dripping part of his body.

This look.

Black City God’s face changed drastically.

Whether it was the appearance of ‘Hei Wuchang’ he had seen before, or the various weird things ‘Hei Wuchang’ had shown, he was at most surprised, and had never been shaken in his heart.

But at this moment.

Black City God had an unprecedented shock for the first time.

In sight.

The black liquid was thick, but after dripping onto the body of Black City God, it penetrated into the skin and flesh like a sponge absorbing water.

Even though Black City God reacted quickly.

A divine power surged out.

He tried to wrap the thick black liquid and force it out of his body.

But he failed.

The thick black liquid was like a maggot attached to his bones. It could not be forced out, and it penetrated into his whole body. Neither the power of the gods nor the power of incense could stop it.

The flesh and blood of the Black City God seemed to have become a hotbed.

He was madly infected.

Like a virus.

In just one breath, the thick black blood dripped on the neck of the Black City God, quickly spreading throughout his neck. Most of his chest was infected, oozing out strange black thick liquid.

"Ah!!!"

The Black City God screamed in pain.

At the same time...

In the Yang world, Daxia.

There was no one in the deep mountains.

There was a cave entrance in the mountain, covered with grass leaves and vines. Even if someone came here, they could not see the cave entrance with their naked eyes.

At this time.

In the cave entrance, the statue of the main body of the Black City God stood here.

As the Black City God was infected.

The statue of the main body of the incense burner hummed, and strange black spots appeared on the neck and chest of the statue. The spots were thick and black, just like the thick black liquid.

And.

As time went by.

The black spots spread rapidly. Although there was a short delay during the period, it soon spread rapidly again.

Half a minute passed.

The black spots on the statue had spread to most of the body, and even the left side of the face was covered with black spots.

At the same time...

In the underworld, beside the broken Naihe Bridge.

The Black City God sat cross-legged, coughing up black thick liquid as if coughing up blood.

But look closely at the Black City God's condition.

It's not coughing.

It's more like there is too much black thick liquid in the body, so much that it overflows from the mouth, and finally the infected left cheek and the left eye frame also ooze black thick liquid.

The Black City God can feel it.

His body, or the three souls and seven spirits, is being infected.

Just like the ‘Black Impermanence’, the scent of the Black City God on his body, with the intervention of the thick black liquid, seemed to be mixed with more than ten kinds of smells, becoming extremely weird.

The situation is on the verge of life and death.

In the past, when his life was threatened, the Black City God would decisively abandon the incense clone to avoid being affected by the main body.

But it is different now.

The underworld is the place where souls go to the underworld, and only three souls and seven spirits can come to the underworld.

The Black City God can no longer abandon the so-called clone.

"I can't die..."

The Black City God frantically resisted the infection, and his right eye showed a crazy look.

"I haven't killed that damn guy yet, how can I die here..."

The obsession with hatred.

The desire for life.

The Black City God grabbed the Three Life Stone on the ground beside him like crazy.

This is an uncarved Three Life Stone.

He carved his name on it without hesitation.

In order to survive, Black City God did not miss any opportunity, thinking of leaving his name on the Three Lives Stone. If he died, if there was a chance of reincarnation, he might be able to wake up his name and recall his memories of this life.

With a click.

After Black City God carved the words, he threw it aside.

At this time.

Most of his face, except for his right ear, was already infected, and thick black liquid oozed from his eyes, mouth and nose.

The scene was horrifying.

However, Black City God had not given up yet. While thinking about a solution quickly, he glanced at the Yellow Spring River next to him.

"Yes, the Yellow Spring River..."

Black City God murmured in pain, without any hesitation, he used all his strength to crawl towards the Yellow Spring River with difficulty.

Although 'Black Impermanence' ignored the power of the Yellow Spring River, the infected Black City God knew that his three souls and seven spirits were being infected, and the water of the Yellow Spring River was extremely destructive to the three souls and seven spirits.

Even if Black City God jumps in, his soul and spirit will be wiped out by the Yellow Spring River.

But now it is different.

He will die if he doesn't jump.

He will die if he jumps.

In order to survive.

Black City God is determined to save his life. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will try his best.

He wants to use the Yellow Spring River's destructive power on his soul and spirit to try to seeCan it resist the infection, or even eliminate it?

With a plop.

On the bank of the Yellow Springs River, water splashed.

With a splash.

The terrifying power of the Yellow Springs River was surging.

With his last breath, the Black City God finally climbed into the Yellow Springs River.

‘Black Impermanence’ saw this scene.

It did not make any move.

Just watched.

Since the Black City God was infected, ‘Black Impermanence’ did not continue to attack, as if they did not know each other, or as if they recognized the same kind, and did not attack the Black City God.

Finally.

Time passed by.

Because the target of the Black City God was lost.

There were no other creatures around.

‘Black Impermanence’ started to move again, walking like a convulsion, aimlessly, and moving in a random direction until it was far away. Only the painful groaning of the bull head behind its head echoed in the distance.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

...

On the other side.

Daxia, Nanchang City.

This is the location of the Taoist temple of Shenxiao Sect.

At this time.

It has been about 20 minutes since Linde General Administration sent people to ask Shenxiao Sect whether they knew about the Night King.

On the back mountain road of the Taoist temple that is not open to the public.

Two Taoists are walking towards the back mountain.

They are one old and one young.

The old one is the contemporary master of Shenxiao Sect, and the young one is the next successor trained by Shenxiao Sect.

"Master, why did the 749th Bureau ask you about the Night King? Why did you suddenly bring me to the back mountain?"

The successor of Shenxiao Sect asked curiously while walking on the road.

"Don't you usually not let me come to the back mountain? Why did you make an exception so suddenly? It can't be related to the Night King, but didn't you say you didn't know the Night King? Could you be lying to Linde General Administration?"

He asked like a curious baby.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he is in adolescence, with endless energy and endless questions.

The old Taoist master of Shenxiao Sect glanced at him, as if he was used to his chatterbox, and said slowly.

"You really can't come on weekdays. The back mountain is where the ancestors of our sect sleep and live in seclusion. Only elders and above can come, but today is an exception."

He said, his old eyes reflected the scenery of the back mountain in front of him.

He thought of what the 749 Bureau told him about the loss of contact with the underworld and the problems in the heaven.

As the contemporary master of Shenxiao Sect, one of the great masters of Daxia, and closely related to the 749 Bureau, the old Taoist master of Shenxiao Sect is naturally qualified to know the matter.

He couldn't help but say.

"Master is old, it's time to give way to you young people. Unfortunately, the younger generation in the sect are not up to the task of being the head."

"You are the candidate that the master is optimistic about. Your birth date and horoscope indicate that you are a noble person of Taiji, and you can shoulder the burden of the future Shenxiao Sect. Therefore, the master will take you to see the world and the ancestors in advance, and by the way, I should also let you know some things."

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