The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

The scattered and overjoyed residents of Nanwangcheng raised their heads one after another.

too dark.

This disturbed the splendid people who were accustomed to the Xingyue Scrolls.

At a certain moment, a cloud of black mucus was about to fall on the roof. Zhao Haiya shot out, and with one shot, the black mucus flew to the sand more than ten miles away.

A horrific scene appeared.

The yellow sand attached to the mucus quickly turned black, and even the surrounding area was polluted for several miles.

After twisting several times, the blackened sand turned into black smoke and dissipated here, leaving a huge deep pit on the sand.

Zhao Haiya's face was tense.

If the slime fell in Nanwang City, at least half of the people would die because of it.

If it falls on him, he will also be injured.

What worried him even more was that the shot he just stabbed could hurt the root of the high-grade magic weapon, but it didn't do any damage to the black mucus.

What the hell is that?

Zhao Haiya has an extremely headache.

He saw more black mucus falling, and it was too late to take people away.

"let's go!"

A light flashed in Zhao Haiya's eyes.

At this time, he absolutely couldn't do anything like taking the lead in escaping.

boom!

The momentum is soaring.

Zhao Haiya stretched out his spiritual power to weave a net above his head, and he hoped that this could block the black mucus for a moment.

Just as he was about to kill him, a fat white figure suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Let me come."

Wen Su said.

"you?"

Zhao Haiya frowned.

He didn't know that Wen Su was Ling Yue's father and the last lord of Nanwang Kingdom. In his opinion, Wen Su was an ordinary Jindan stage immortal cultivator.

"I'll do it." Zhao Haiya said, "Hurry up and take the others away, take as much as you can."

Wen Su shook his head, his eyes were full of firmness, and he said in an unquestionable tone, "I don't have time to explain, this is my country, the people here are my people, and I should have come here. Guard them!"

"what?"

Zhao Haiya was stunned.

Isn't the king of Nanwang Kingdom Suzuyue?

This guy……

For some reason, when looking at Wen Su, he faintly believed in Wen Su's words.

A turquoise light suddenly appeared on Wen Su's body.

He floated slowly into the air.

The vision here caught the attention of everyone present.

Wensu overlooks Nanwang City at the foot.

Despair, hope, family, friendship, love...

So colorful and so addicting.

Nanwangcheng is still the Nanwangcheng he is familiar with!

He remembered the past.

After he died of illness, he did not rush to the underworld immediately, but inadvertently merged with the spiritual tool hidden under Nanwang City, possessing power that surpassed that of mortals.

It was at that time that he felt that there was an abnormality in another spiritual tool hidden in the underground of the royal city.

But his power is limited.

He found out the conspiracy of Taohuai and evil thoughts, and he couldn't change anything.

He didn't even dare to show up, because as soon as he went out, he would be wiped out by Taohuai.

It was Bai Lian's sudden arrival that broke all of this and gave him hope.

He thanked Bai Lian, thanked Zhao Haiya, and thanked everyone who gave their strength to protect Nanwang City.

Without them, Nanwang City would eventually be destroyed by the hands of the Demon Sect.

Now it's up to him to end it all.

This is his destiny, otherwise how could he be integrated with that spiritual tool?

bring it on.

Wen Su's soul burned.

The green light became more dazzling at this moment, and under the cover of the green light, the appearance of the fat and white Wen Su also changed.

He is getting old.

He also became more dignified.

At this moment, he became the king who once led the people of Nanwang Kingdom forward.

hum-

The earth trembled, and a green shield appeared out of thin air over Nanwang City.

out, out.

Wen Su is overjoyed.

It's just that his smile seemed to cause more pain.

He clenched his fists tightly, it wasn't the time, he had to hold out until the black goo burned out.

However, his strength is still too weak after all, he was only a mortal.

Wen Su is confused, is he going to the limit?

Zhao Haiya stared at everything in front of him in a stunned manner.

You told me that this is a Jindan stage immortal cultivator?

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded in his ear.

"Then... isn't that the old king?"

He turned his head and saw that the one who was shouting was a veteran soldier with wounds all over his body.

The cries of the veterans caught the attention of many.

They tried their best to see.

That back, can't be wrong!

"The old king, really the old king!"

"The old king is back!"

"Nanwangcheng is saved!"

The cries grew louder and louder until they finally converged into a monstrous sound.

old king, old king...

Wen Su heard it.

That emotional call made him find a trace of clarity from the muddle.

He seemed to have heard a lot of stories, some people said he went out with the old king, the old king was very amiable.

Some people say that the old king thrift and subsidized many poor people.

Others say...

It turns out that the people in Nanwangcheng still remember him.

In the grief, Wen Su only felt infinite power surged up in his body.

In the past, the people from Nanwangcheng were guarding him, but now he can finally hold his head high and say that he is the one guarding Nanwangcheng.

"open!"