The Ancient Vast Realm

After hearing Feng Xuan's words, Jian Wuchen's expression also changed a little. Although he didn't understand the origin of this kind of thing, he knew a thing or two about the so-called polluted world of destruction.

"So, these guys became like that after being possessed by this kind of ghost?"

Looking at the small insect in Feng Xuan's hand, Jian Wuchen still found it difficult to accept it, and his thoughts were distracted for a moment.

Feng Xuan nodded slightly, and then looked at Talma, who looked complicated and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Among the monsters possessed by these three corpse insects, are any of your former tribesmen?"

After hearing Feng Xuan's words, Talma slowly shook her head.

"These are not people from the Tagan tribe. Although I have not been in the tribe in the past few decades, they do not have all the sacred marks of our tribe on their bodies. This is something that every member of our Tagan tribe will have before they reach adulthood. The sacred pattern carved for us by the shaman priests in the tribe."

While she was talking, Talma slowly tore off a thin layer of fake skin from the skin on her face, revealing the eye-catching complex patterns underneath.

Seeing the tattoos under Talma's skin, Jian Wuchen also thought that Bale had almost mistaken the two of them for being members of the Tagan tribe before, but then he denied it, saying that Tagan Tribal people have unique tattoos on their bodies.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xuan's expression showed no surprise at all, as if he had expected it.

Of course, Feng Xuan can understand Talma's disguise. After all, according to what Bale said, it is now the consensus of all parties that the people of the Tagan tribe have disappeared inexplicably in the Ulan River area. If there are other towers The appearance of a dry person will inevitably cause some unnecessary trouble.

When she saw Feng Xuan wave his hand slightly, Talma put the fake skin back on her face.

For a moment, the three of them fell into a state of silence. Jian Wuchen, holding Zhan Jian, didn't know what he was thinking, looking like he was wandering in a fugue. Talma stood quietly, as if waiting for the two of them to say goodbye, while Feng Xuan played with the ferocious bug in his hand and frowned slightly.

"Since these guys are not from your tribe, I'm afraid this matter is really not a trivial matter. Could it be that it spread so quickly?"

After a long while, Feng Xuan took out a small white jade cylinder again and stuffed this corpse insect into it in the same way.

"What are your plans next?"

Feng Xuan asked Talma without raising his head, but he didn't get an answer from the other party for a long time.

"Feng Xuan, something is wrong!"

At this moment, Jian Wuchen's voice came from the side, seeming a little solemn.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan quickly raised his head and looked at Talma, and he was shocked at the sight.

At this time, Talma was standing there with her head lowered and her eyes looking a little distracted. She seemed to turn a deaf ear to Feng Xuan's words, and above her body, a slight sense of death was slowly spreading. .

"Not good! It's the infection of death!"

Feng Xuan immediately hung the small cylinder in his hand on his waist and walked directly in front of Talma. A green pill appeared directly in his hand. He slightly opened Talma's mouth and let her take it. Immediately, the knife intention in Feng Xuan's hand appeared, directly covering Talma's body, constantly strangling the dead meaning on Talma's wound.

However, after Feng Xuan's actions, he found that the efficiency was too low. Although his Five Elements Sword Intent could slowly eliminate those dead thoughts, the speed was extremely slow. Feng Xuan did not dare to increase his intensity, otherwise His Five Elements Sword Intent might kill Talma as well.

"The infection is too deep, Brother Wuchen, come here!"

As the treatment progressed, Feng Xuan gradually wrinkled his brows, looked up at Jian Wuchen and spoke directly.

Today's Fengxuan Sword Intention is still in the middle stage of entering the subtle realm. Although it is not far from the late stage of entering the subtle realm, it has not yet broken through. Compared with the artistic conception, it is obvious that Jian Wuchen is more skilled than Feng Xuan.

Jian Wuchen also understood what Feng Xuan meant and nodded. Seeing Feng Xuan retreat, he immediately took two steps forward to support Talma with one hand. The sword fish in his hand appeared again, eating away at Talma's wound bit by bit. and the meaning of death within the body.

As these thoughts of death were eliminated, Talma's breathing gradually became calmer, and some of the exposed wounds slowly began to no longer ooze blood under the effects of the elixir and self-relaxation.

As time passed, until half a stick of incense had passed, Jian Wuchen slowly removed his palm and let out a gentle breath.

"It's such a difficult thing, but fortunately it hasn't penetrated completely into the body, otherwise it would be difficult for us to handle it alone!"

There was a slight sweat on Jian Wuchen's forehead. Although the sword intent consumed was nothing to him, it was extremely difficult to control the sword intent in a subtle way to eat away at the meaning of death.

If it weren't for the fact that his sword intention had almost reached the peak of the subtle realm, he wouldn't have been able to control the sword intention so easily and meticulously to get rid of the meaning of death without harming Talma.

"By the way, do you really believe what she said?"

Jian Wuchen glanced at Feng Xuan, who was slowly moving Talma to a rock wall to rest against, and spoke.

"Haha, how is that possible? But she probably didn't lie, or she concealed something, some of the most critical things."

Feng Xuan smiled lightly, but there was nothing to hide about Jian Wuchen's question.

"Then what are you going to do? Since you chose to save her, you won't kill her easily. Do you want to let her go like this?"

Jian Wuchen hugged the sword and looked at Feng Xuan, saying with interest.

"Let's take her with us first. It's impossible to let her go directly. She must have the information we need. If she is allowed to move freely, it will inevitably have some unpredictable effects on our subsequent investigation."

Feng Xuan touched the small cylinder on his waist that contained the corpse soul worm, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why do you keep this disgusting thing? Is there any other use for it?"

Jian Wuchen looked at Feng Xuan's actions and said in confusion.

"Don't underestimate this thing. Although this thing is not a treasure, it is also hard to find. If you take it for a trade, I believe many powerful people will be interested in it."

Feng Xuan grinned and fiddled with the small cylinder on his waist.

Hearing this, Jian Wuchen lost interest instantly. Only these witches like to study this kind of ghost thing.

Two days later, a group of three people quietly floated in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters, looking at a somewhat desolate building complex at the end of the earth below.

The building complex was extremely quiet, without any sign of human habitation. In the eyes of the three people, even the birds in the sky flew far away and stayed away from the tribe within a ten-mile radius and were unwilling to approach.