Medical Sovereign

"Don't worry, I'll make it through."

Ling Yun said in a firm tone, and Zhanyan smiled for it. She knew that Feng Pianwu had good intentions, and worried that she would have inner demons because she could not enjoy Ding Ning's love to herself.

But she has enough confidence in herself, and she has thought about it a long time ago. After all, the missing father has returned, and now the family is reunited, and they are still living a life that they never dared to imagine before. All of this was given to her by Ding Ning.

The most important thing is that she can still stay with the one she loves forever. In her heart, her life is complete without any regrets.

If there is no flaw in the heart, it will not constitute a demon, and the soul robbery will not bring any threat to her.

"Well then, you must be careful yourself."

Feng Pianwu knew that she had already understood what she meant, so she gave a careful exhortation, and stopped persuading her. Instead, she began to worry about herself, if she could survive the catastrophe safely?

After all, she is different from others. Ding Ning can be regarded as her brother-killing enemy. Although the two fell in love by mistake and are still together now, it is impossible to say that there is no grudge in their hearts.

Otherwise, when people from the National Scholars' Mansion come here to visit, she will always find reasons to avoid it, and if she can't avoid it, she will not give them a good face. This is enough to show that she has not completely let go of it, but has just transferred her hatred for Ding Ning to the National Scholars' Mansion. on people.

Outside the Wulun Valley, Ding Ning has been restored to its original appearance. Ding Ning, who looks like an old man with long gray hair, looks at the huge barrier like a giant black cocoon in front of him with dread. Yes, it gave him a great headache.

Especially the black mist, it was really weird, at first he didn't take it seriously, trying to infiltrate Wulun Valley with his spiritual sense to get in touch with He Ling'er and ask what's going on inside.

But he didn't expect that the black mist could shield the consciousness, and almost invaded his sea of ​​consciousness along the path of the consciousness, which shocked him a lot, and cut off the strand of consciousness immediately.

What the hell is this black mist?

Ding Ning suddenly understood why he had a sign of danger. The black mist was so strange that even if He Ling'er was a strong man who had stepped into the divine realm, it might still pose a threat to her.

Of course, he wasn't worried that He Ling'er would be in any danger. Her formation skills were no less than his own, unless she couldn't guard against a sneak attack, maybe she could get caught accidentally, but since she got her She must be on guard against the warning, and this black mist will not pose a threat to her.

At this time, Ding Ning felt relieved, because he noticed that the warning signs in his heart had gradually lifted, which meant that the crisis that should have existed had undergone a certain change because of his early warning, and the strong sense of danger had disappeared. Started to fade away slowly.

Putting his mind down, Ding Ning became very interested in the black mist, which gave him an inexplicable feeling.

It seems to be full of evil, jealousy, violence, dead silence, cruelty, fear, bloodthirsty, resentment and other negative emotions, but in these negative emotions, there is a faint vitality hidden.

It feels very contradictory, but it is very clear and real. It is like a big pot of mixed emotions of countless people. It makes him feel very interesting. He wonders if this is a kind of cursed energy in disguise. Can the fangs absorb it?

who? Who is peeping at yourself?

Just when he was about to take out the fangs of the plague god for a test, a feeling of being spied on came to his heart, causing him to suddenly raise his head, his eyes looking in the direction of the peeping like lightning.

It's a pity that the black mist was rushing like clouds, making it impossible for him to see through the figure hidden in the black mist. When he looked up, the feeling of being peeped by someone disappeared silently, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Thoughtful color.

Although I don't know the effect of the black mist, but so many chaotic emotions are mixed together, the result can be imagined. If it invades the human brain, it will inevitably make human minds controlled by this chaotic energy and become schizophrenic. madman.

The man who peeps at himself,

To be able to hide in the black mist safely and soundly, this shows that this person is the real culprit behind the release of the black mist.

Although he has enough confidence in He Linger, he is still worried at this moment. After all, there are not only his own woman and brothers like Langqi in the valley, but also Wei Biaobiao, Daoist De Ming, Zhang Tianshi, and Little Pudding. , Wuxiang and so on these friends.

He Ling'er is a magician, so he must be able to arrange a safe barrier to protect Qingyun Security and Wolf Rider, but what about his friends?

Even if He Ling'er is a divine formation master, she can't use the power of heaven and earth to arrange the formation when she is shrouded in black mist, and can only use the formation materials to forcefully form the formation.

What's more, it is impossible for He Ling'er to carry a lot of formation materials with him, and it is not bad to be able to barely set up a barrier that protects his own people, so there is no room left to protect others.

You must know that the material requirements for arranging the formation are also very high, what is needed is god-level materials, where it is so easy to obtain, it is not easy for He Linger to gather enough divine materials to arrange a set of formations.

This made his relaxed mood immediately become tense, no matter if it was old people like Qu Wuyou, Xiang Tiange, Tianjizi, Tianxuanzi and grandma, or friends like Pudding, Wuxiang, Tanlang, Wei Biaobiao, he I cherish them all, and I don't want to see any accidents happen to any of them.

Especially Wei Biaobiao, that is Xiaoyao's real brother, his brother-in-law, if something happened to him, Xiaoyao would have to cry to death.

As a top-notch scumbag who loves the new and never tires of the old, he cannot tolerate any behavior that may make his woman cry.

Therefore, at this moment Ding Ning was filled with a monstrous anger. After doing such vicious things, the black hand behind the scenes dared to hide in the black mist and peep at him.

In the black mist, deep in the dense forest, on the ancient altar.

The weird statue has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the black material is covered with blood lines like red blood vessels, which looks extremely ferocious and evil.

Under the irrigation of the blood line, the originally dead statue seemed to come alive, and the dark red luster began to shine in the eye sockets.

"Soon, soon, just a little bit, the blood sacrifice will be completed, the envoy of Lord Demon God will come to the world, bring us devout believers, destroy this world, and then establish an ideal country."

Ghost Liao knelt on the ground piously, his eyes shone with excitement and fanaticism.

"Chief, just now I found an old man outside."

A ghost-faced man in black quietly appeared beside him, reporting in a voice devoid of human emotion.

"Old man?"

Gui Liao frowned slightly, but didn't take it seriously: "Don't worry about him, he's just an old man."

"However, that old man found out that I was spying on him."

The ghost-masked man in black still devoted himself to reporting.

Gui Liao finally looked squarely at him, turned his head to look at the man in black with a ghost face in disbelief, and said cautiously: "You mean that you are hiding in the netherworld of the dead, and that old man also found out about your peeping?"

The ghost-masked man in black nodded, affirming his statement.

"Is it a natural and keen perception? Or is it a real superpower?"

Ghost Liao's pupils shrunk slightly, sunken

In thinking, if it's the former, it's better, but if it's the latter, then things will be troublesome.

The blood sacrifice had already reached this point, and it was about to be completed. At this critical juncture, he would never allow anyone to have a chance to disrupt his plan.

"Liaoyi, take a team of ghost slaves to kill that old man, if you lose, lure him away, the farther away from here the better."

Ghost Liao quickly made a decision and ordered without doubt.

Although he is full of confidence in the Netherworld, he is not afraid of anything but just in case. He will never leave even a one in a million chance for anyone to sabotage his plan.

"Yes, leader!"

Liao responded indifferently, walked behind Gui Liao, pointed at the nine black-clothed ghost-masked men, turned and walked out.

The nine ghost-masked men in black followed him silently like walking corpses, and quickly disappeared into the black mist.

"One hour, give me another hour, and the messenger will be able to come to the world."

Gui Liao murmured in a low voice, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He turned around and looked at the black-clothed ghost-masked man who was always kneeling behind him and ordered sharply: "All ghost slaves obey the order, delay me for an hour at all costs, and don't let anyone come near here."

Nearly a hundred ghost slaves got scared from the ground together, with faint black lights flickering in their eyes, they turned and left without saying a word, and followed his orders.

Only then did Gui Liao feel at ease. Although ghost slaves cannot be resurrected indefinitely outside, they are equivalent to an immortal existence in this Netherworld. Hundreds of undead ghost slaves should be enough to hold back an old man of unknown origin.

Unless the old man has a magic weapon that specifically restrains ghosts and monsters, or he has practiced skills that restrain ghosts and monsters, it is possible to kill these ghost slaves.

But even so, it is basically impossible for the old man to kill all the ghost slaves within an hour and then come to the altar. After all, the Netherworld is really terrible. , it is impossible to be active in it for a long time.

"I hope those pretentious guys can break through the first barrier and break out of the valley, so that the Lord Demon God Envoy can come sooner."

Ghost Liao looked towards the direction of Wulun Valley with eyes surrounded by black mist, and whispered to himself.

But he didn't notice that the sky above what he called the Nether Curtain of the Undead was already covered with dark clouds, and the dark red thunderclouds were constantly agglomerating. The strong sense of oppression made everyone feel heavy.

"Why!"

Before Ding Ning figured out whether he could withstand the attack of this weird black mist, he naturally wouldn't rush into it recklessly. After disappearing from his invisibility, he changed direction, stood next to the big black cocoon, took out the plague god's fangs and stretched out tentatively. Going in, he sighed in disappointment when he found that the fangs of the plague god didn't respond.

Just as he was about to put away the plague god's fangs, the weapon spirit in the fangs suddenly sent him a piece of spiritual information, which stunned him.

According to the spiritual information, this black mist is the best nourishment for its evolution, but for some reason, such a good nourishment is mixed with a ray of vitality, like a delicious gluttonous feast being splashed with stinky dog ​​feces , let it lose all appetite.

Ding Ning was both surprised and delighted when he heard the words. What surprised him was that the spirit of the fangs was becoming more and more humane, and he could even use metaphors. He just didn’t know if he would become something as terrifying as the thousand-eyed God of Plague when he grew up. .

Fortunately, according to the plague god's fangs, even though the delicious feast was splashed with stinky dog ​​feces, it would not be impossible to eat it if it held its nose. This gave him a glimmer of hope to restrain the black mist.