Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 78 Priest
"Roar--!"

The sudden change happened, almost within two seconds after Xu Zhiqiu gave the reminder.

The dragon opened its eyes, and its two scarlet eyeballs seemed to be filled with blood plasma.

Before he could make any move, he just opened his huge fang-like mouth a little, and a puff of purple-black poisonous smoke came out.

"Go back!"

Xu Zhiqiu pulled Liu Daoren and Feifei, while Fan Zengyang carried the exhausted old monk Puzhi, and the five of them flew backwards.

"Roar!"

The roar was hoarse and shrill, as if it contained great madness.

The poisonous dragon bared its teeth and claws, looking extremely angry.

The huge scarlet eyes locked onto the five people, and the next moment it pounced on them as a matter of course.

"Bah!"

But when Taoist Liu was being pulled back by Xu, his hands were busy, holding a talisman and chanting a spell -

"The true mystery is blazing, shining brightly in the red sky, the red phoenix is ​​flying, and the red mist is thick..."

Bear!
The talisman paper burned at his fingertips, and several bright flames that turned into the shape of firebirds quickly twisted into a stream of blazing fire.
"The evil spirits are dead, and the ashes turn into smoke. When you have refined your spirit and energy, you will become a true immortal!"

It turned out that several "Vermillion Bird Feather Seal Talismans" were thrown out at once.

boom!
The erupting fireball temporarily submerged the huge dragon's head.

Black smoke billowed out from the firelight, and there was a crackling sound like boiling oil and water.

"There is a way!"

Taoist Liu was overjoyed.

However, just as he finished his words, the dragon's head, wrapped in a ball of purple-black poisonous miasma, emerged from the fire.

"let me!"

It was Fan Zengyang who stood up and held Pu Zhi, who was on his shoulders, under his armpits.

The fleshy face glowed red, as if it was about to bleed.

He thrust the mace in his hand into the ground with a "puff" sound, and shouted with full force:
"Photography!"

The scene seemed to stand still for a moment.

Suddenly, the land within a radius of two meters sank three feet.

The surrounding grass and vegetation withered and turned yellow in an instant.

The mace inserted into the ground seemed to suddenly absorb something, and the entire shaft burst into brilliant golden light.

"You monster, look up and get beaten!"

Fan Zengyang picked up the stick and jumped high, then hit the poisonous dragon on the head.

The mace in his hand can absorb the essence of earth and wood to increase its power. It is a unique magic weapon in the Vajra Sect.

The old monk Puzhi knew the key, so he shouted in his ear anxiously:

"No!"

However, Fan didn't hear it.

The mace carries the power to split mountains and crack the earth, and the force of rolling wind and thunder. Not to mention that the dragon is also a flesh and blood body, even if its head is made of copper or iron, this club will definitely collapse it!
Can be biased,
The man went limp in mid-air for some reason.

After a sway, he turned and fell straight down.

Alas, the dragon opened its bloody mouth and exhaled a torrent of purple-black liquid, which was about to melt the flesh and blood of the two men.

"what!"

"careful!"

Liu Laodao and Feifei were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and the lady of the Gu family in the distance screamed in surprise.

Crack-!
Lightning arcs pierced the air, sparks dancing everywhere, and everyone felt the hair on their bodies tighten at the same time.

next moment,
Thousands of lightning arcs burst out of the ground, like a tailor's skillful hands threading a needle.
They actually tied up the dragon piece by piece and confined it in a cramped area.

"Thunder Prisoner."

Xu Zhiqiu stepped forward, clasping his right palm in the air, as if he was in control of everything.

"Roar!"

The dragon was unwilling to be bound, and attacked us by spitting poisonous miasma from its mouth.

But Xu Zhiqiu just clenched his fist.

The thunder in the Crimson Palace obeyed the call and shrank inward inch by inch.

Eventually, an explosion occurred.

Boom!

The air was filled with a burning, pungent smell. After the thick smoke cleared, everyone looked again—

The poisonous dragon was already half cooked.

The scene was silent for a moment,
"Xu, Brother Xu is so awesome!"

When Feifei came back to her senses, stars appeared in her eyes.

Taoist Liu praised with envy:
"What a handsome thunder technique."

Xu Zhiqiu stared at the dragon, seeming to be thinking about something.

The sigh lasted only a moment, and everyone went up to check on Fan Zengyang and Pu Zhi.

The old monk was fine, but Fan's face turned blue and black, as if he had been poisoned.

When asked about his feelings, he said his blood vessels felt as if they were filled with lead and his limbs could not move.

Fan trembled and asked Puzhi:
"Uncle Master, how could I end up like this?"

The old monk sighed:
“Although your evil-breaking staff can absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding earth veins and the essence of plants and trees to enhance its power.

But the surrounding power has long been polluted by the poisonous dragon, and what you absorb is only evil power, which not only cannot increase your power, but will pollute your own foundation."

The wife of the Gu family also rushed over. She was well versed in medicine, but after examining the patient, she shook her head.

"This dragon poison is too difficult to deal with. Even ordinary practitioners can't resist it. I don't have a good solution for the time being."

Feifei was anxious, "What should we do now? Boss Fan won't die, right?"

"Don't worry, don't panic." Pu Zhi calmly fiddled with the rosary in his hand, "It will go somewhere."

…………

Giant trees cover the sky, and clouds block the sun.

In a sea of ​​​​primordial trees, there stands a towering solitary peak.

The mountains are like black iron, and the cliffs are thousands of feet high.

A few thin wisps of clouds stretched halfway across the mountainside, and the sunlight shone through, casting a few spots of light.

Take this shade,
Dozens of old, young women and children, some supporting each other, some leaning on crutches, and some holding babies, lined up in a long queue.

Judging from their clothes, we can tell that they are all people from Yu.

An elderly man in his seventies, dressed in a dark black robe and a thick cloth hat, was treating their illnesses one by one.

During this great epidemic, the so-called disease was nothing more than infection with corpse plague.

I saw a woman coming forward holding a child. The child's face was pale and gray, and his eyes were dull and cloudy.

It was as if the plague had entered his body and he would not live long.

The woman cried and spoke a few words to him in the Yu accent, then knelt down and kowtowed to him.

The old man sighed, helped her up with one hand, and then placed his right hand on the child's head.

As if being pulled, wisps of purple-black evil spirit emanated from the child's facial features and orifices.

The child's originally cloudy and lifeless eyes slowly regained some human spirit.

On the contrary, a dark aura appeared on the old man's face.

After the plague was completely eradicated, the woman took the child and left, thanking the master profusely.

Then, the next infected person came forward, and the old man did the same.

……

In the distance, a group of people watched silently.

The wife of the Gu family saw through the trick and couldn't help but frown.

"He's removing the poison, just doing this..."

As a doctor, she could relate to the situation.

It is true that doctors save lives, but I have never heard that they should sacrifice themselves in order to save others.

This is a very stupid move.

Liu Laodao sighed:

"The methods of Yudi are very different from those of the Central Plains. They are more similar to the witchcraft of the Southern Border, and even older. Therefore, they are more at ease with those evil and vicious things. But..."

He shook his head slowly and couldn't help but sigh to the old man:
"...No matter how advanced your skills are, how deep your foundation is, or how strong your body is, you can't stand such abuse."

"Maybe he doesn't want to live anymore," Xu Zhiqiu said.

Feifei's reaction time was a bit long, and he just reacted now.
"Master Divine Monk, is he the good friend you want to introduce us to?"

Puzhi nodded.

"This old donor is my benefactor. I have been grateful for his help over the past three years. Otherwise, I would have been like those suffering people in Yudi, and turned into a mindless corpse ghost."

Then he added,
"Oh, by the way, this is the royal high priest of the ancient Yu Kingdom."

(End of this chapter)