Medical Sovereign

The burly man turned his head to look at the donkey's tail behind him, and there was a look of disgust in his pair of naked eyes.

But it seemed that there was nothing he could do about it, and he scratched his head in distress, his whole body was filled with surging blood, and he transformed into a blood-red battle armor in the blink of an eye, then reached out and stuffed the donkey's tail into his pants to cover it, and then walked out ostentatiously go.

Don't look at his steps like a normal person, but it seems like the ground shrinks into an inch. With one step, he appears tens of meters away, and disappears without a trace after only a few steps.

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Lop Nur lost the sea of ​​death, an old man dressed in rags and full of beards who couldn't see his true face was resting on a large kitchen knife with his legs crossed, eyes closed, humming a little tune, basking in the sun leisurely.

Suddenly, he opened his cloudy and dull old eyes as if feeling something, and turned his head to look towards the direction of Moyuan. At this moment, the confused and godless eyes shot out a frightening light, and regained a glimmer of clarity.

Just pondering for a while, suddenly stood up like a ghost, raised the large kitchen knife in his hand, and slashed towards the empty ground.

The strange thing is that this knife doesn't seem to have any effect, neither the earth-shattering earth is cut out of a huge hole, nor the terrifying momentum of destroying the world, it seems that it is just a random swing of the knife.

As soon as the old man swung the knife, he didn't take a second look. He turned around and stepped out. When he landed, he was already standing on the huge kitchen knife. A black light flashed like a meteor, and the kitchen knife disappeared instantly while carrying the old man. in skyrim.

Five minutes later, at the same place, a violent spatial fluctuation came. A door of light quietly emerged.

In the light gate, a big bearded man poked out his head furiously, looked around for a while, and then happily said in a strange language: "The old lunatic is gone."

"Are you really gone? Great, MD, this damn old lunatic has blocked our family for more than 40 years, and we can only shrink back."

An aggrieved hoarse voice came from behind the light door.

"No way, this old lunatic is really too powerful. Coupled with the repulsion and suppression of our family by the will of the three realms, we can't show our real combat power at all. We are not the opponent of this old lunatic."

The bearded man also had aggrieved face, and said depressedly.

"Be careful. Although this old madman is out of his mind, he is full of tricks. To be cautious, let's make sure that the old madman really left before we go out."

Another steady voice came from behind the light door.

"Hmph, Misri, twenty years ago, it was because of your timidity and prudence that the old lunatic's empty plan succeeded, causing our family to miss a good opportunity to leave the secret realm. This time, we finally waited until he left. It’s over, what’s the matter with the ink, we must make a big migration of the whole family this time, and leave here.”

The hoarse voice muttered dissatisfied.

"Ahem, how did I know that this old lunatic is out of his mind and can use tricks? I am also thinking about the safety of my clansmen."

Mysri, the owner of the calm voice, said with some embarrassment.

"Okay, don't make excuses here. I've been trapped in this secret realm for more than forty years, and I'm going crazy. Let's go, let's go immediately, and we must not miss the good time to leave."

The hoarse voice interrupted Misri's explanation impatiently, and he couldn't wait to emerge from the light gate.

"That...Jimiya, it's better to be on the safe side. Let people explore the way first before making a decision. If the old lunatic kills his carbine while we are relocating, we will be finished."

Misri still felt uneasy and tried her best to dissuade him.

"That's enough, Misri, don't use caution to cover up your timidity, don't forget, the three of us are strong in the transformation of gods

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Although he was suppressed by the Three Realms and couldn't use power beyond the Holy Martial Realm, isn't that the same for the old lunatic? Even if he kills the carbine, the three of us work together to block it and let the other tribes flee and blend into these humble natives. Even if the old lunatic has great skills, he will not be able to find everyone. There is nothing to be afraid of. "

Jimiya retorted impatiently, then turned to look at the bearded man, and said with a gloomy face, "Alan, what do you say?"

Despite his rough appearance, the bearded man didn't seem to have any opinions, he said in a low voice, "Anyway, this is an opportunity, it's worth taking the risk, but what Misri said is also reasonable, we must be cautious, otherwise, the old man If the lunatic really wants to kill the carbine, we are afraid that we will be unlucky."

"Hey, Alan, you really grew up so big for nothing, you are even more cowardly than that coward Misri, aren't you just an old lunatic? The three of us join hands, are we still afraid of him?"

Seeing that Alan's answer was ambiguous, Jimiya suddenly flew into a rage, and cursed with contempt on his face.

Allen's face darkened, and he said with a gloomy face: "Jimia, back then you didn't have the cultivation you have now, and you didn't see the horror of that old lunatic with your own eyes. Misri and I witnessed it with our own eyes at the time, didn't it? Do you think the combination of the three adults Kay, Varos and Proka will be weaker than the three of us? But what happened? Two of these three adults were killed and one was seriously injured. Only Lord Kay escaped back to the secret realm and is still in retreat. Heal the wounds, otherwise you think we would be so afraid of the old lunatic? Don't you dare to show your face after being locked up by him for forty years?"

Jimiya was suffocated when he heard the words. Although he had heard of the horror of the old lunatic, he had never experienced it. In addition, he was a rising star in the clan who had just risen for a few years. With the breakthrough of his cultivation base, he had already As one of the three leaders of the ethnic group, his heart naturally swelled, and he always felt that Alan and Misri were too conservative.

At this moment, when I heard that Allen praised the old lunatic so highly, I naturally felt extremely unconvinced in my heart, and immediately snorted coldly: "At this time and at that time, after all, the natives here have a limited lifespan. As the old lunatic is getting old, say Perhaps the strength has already declined."

"Although there is this possibility, we should not take it lightly. After all, it is related to the safety of our entire group. The old lunatic has not appeared for a long time, and he should have gone far. But to be on the safe side, we still send people to check around. Let’s talk about it, if we find that the old lunatic is back, we can also withdraw to the secret realm in time, so that we won’t be caught off guard by him.”

Misri's personality is calm and cautious. He knows that Jimiya has become increasingly arrogant with the breakthrough of his cultivation and his status.

"There is no need to send anyone, the old lunatic must have gone far away, if you are not at ease, I will investigate it myself, and organize your clansmen to prepare to leave."

Misri is the person in charge designated by Lord Kay. He is an absolute authority figure among the three chiefs, and he always dominates Jimiya and Allen.

Allen has no opinions by nature, but he has no objection to whatever comes his way, but the conceited Jimiya is very unconvinced, thinking that he is the best leader. Seeing Misri's cautious look, he immediately said contemptuously .

"This, isn't it too risky?"

Misri shook his head and was speechless, but Allen felt something was wrong and said aloud.

Although he couldn't understand Jimiya's arrogance, but after all, there were only three of them in the group who were at the peak of the God Transformation Realm, and they were all prosperous and the other was damaged. He still didn't want to see anything happen to Jimiya.

"There are so many dangers, don't talk nonsense, if you have this time, you have already finished the investigation, so it's settled."

Jimiya was full of anger in his heart, said impatiently, and rushed out.

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But the next moment, Jimiya let out a terrifying howl. The horrified Misri and Allen were like bereaved dogs. They slid back to the secret realm with a sound, and stared at the screaming Jimiya with wide-eyed horror, trembling all over their bodies. He kept muttering, "How could this be? How could this be?"

It turned out that the knife that the old lunatic swung before he left seemed to be motionless, but in fact it concealed a terrifying knife intent. Jimiya plunged in carelessly, and was crushed into pieces without any resistance. There was only a skeleton left in the room, and the black blood was scattered all over the ground along with the minced meat.

Fortunately, Migia is also a powerhouse at the peak of the gods, and his soul has been tempered to perfection. Although his cultivation base has been suppressed, the destruction of his body is not enough to kill him. In a flash, he entered the light gate of the secret realm.

"Close the door, close the door quickly."

Misri's face was pale, and he roared hoarsely.

Frightened, Allen finally came to his senses, and hurriedly closed the gate of the secret realm together with Misri. After a burst of space ripples, the light gate disappeared in place.

But since the old lunatic had a backhand, it was so simple. Migiya fled into the secret realm, and before he had time to catch his breath, the terrifying knife intent erupted in his soul like a maggot on the tarsus bone, and he was in pain all over the ground. Rolling and screaming.

"Not good, the sword intent enters the soul, quickly send Migia to the plague master for healing."

Misri yelled in panic.

More than a dozen tribesmen beside them hurriedly surrounded them, using a special secret method to carry Jimiya's spirit to the plague master for healing.

A look of apology flashed in the eyes of Misri and Alan. They knew that the sword intent was not so easy to resolve. Now whoever touches Jimiya will be entangled by the sword intent.

Sacrificing these low-level clansmen is also a matter of choice. After all, people are selfish. As leaders, they will naturally not put themselves in danger.

Ahhh!

There were shrill screams, these clansmen fleeing to Jimiya were low-cultivation warriors, how could they bear the ravages of the saber intent, and in a blink of an eye, the souls of the beheaded were scattered and died unexpectedly, leaving only A bunch of stumps and broken arms were soaked in black blood.

These low-level tribesmen successfully divided the terrifying sword intent, and Jimiya's pressure was also greatly reduced. The remaining sword intent was no longer enough to destroy his soul, but he was able to barely suppress it.

Jimiya closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look at the sympathetic eyes of Misri and Allen, feeling desolate in his heart, because he knew that he was about to step into Lord Kai's footsteps, and it would take decades or even years of work. It took a hundred years to gradually wear away that saber intent.

He was even worse than Lord Kai. After all, Lord Kai's physical body was not destroyed, and he only had a broken soul. It would be as difficult as heaven to restore his physical body to his previous cultivation level.

Misri sighed, waved the bones of those low-level tribesmen into nothingness, and then called some elite soldiers again, and sent Jimiya to the plague master to recuperate.

"It's scary, it's really scary. I didn't expect the old lunatic to grow up with age, not only did he not regress in his cultivation, but he became even more terrifying."

Allen was panting heavily, his face was full of lingering fear, and his heart was still beating wildly.

I was very glad in my heart, fortunately I didn't listen to Jimiya and went out to investigate without authorization, otherwise, I would be the one who ended up with Jimiya now.

"The old maniac has been taken over by Jimiya, maybe we can try to go out."

Misri swallowed his saliva and took a deep breath.