Chapter 2245: Lord forgiveness
Lin Ziyi hurried to the elder's house.
As soon as I walked in, I met Wuhuan.
Suddenly saw two half-dead people being carried in. He looked at them with disgust, "I am here in the elder's house, not a medical clinic. Why are you sending me here?"
Deacon Qian smiled and said: "The great elder calms down his anger, this is what the lord has ordered." Wuhuan listened and raised his eyes to look at Lin Ziyi who walked in, "Yi'er, are you going too far?" He was yesterday. Kneeling on the washboard at night until dawn, I plan to come here to make up for a sleep. Seeing this situation, let alone make up for a sleep. He also sleeps tonight.
NS. Lin Ziyi: "Uncle Wuhuan, the people in the hospital can't heal them. I asked them to be sent here. Go ahead and talk." Lin Ziyi's tone was stern, and Wuhuan didn't refute it. But it also makes it clear that things are lighter
When it's heavy.
Several people arrived in the courtyard and put down the two injured disciples.
Lin Ziyi squatted down quickly and glanced at the two of them, only to see that their arms were scratched, and the wounds did not bleed, but showed blue-black cracks.
Wuhuan looked at it and was quite surprised, this wound was really strange.
He broke off the branch on the side and glanced at the disciple who hadn't lost consciousness. The branch poked at his wound a few times. The black flesh fell like mud with one stroke, but he didn't feel any pain.
Wuhuan asked: "Can't you feel the pain?"
The man's face was especially red, but he shook his head, "The wound is not painful, but the meridians all over his body are very painful, like being scratched hard."
Wuhuan took a quick look at Lin Ziyi, "Yi'er, this is different from the wounds we have seen in the past, this is a wound left by someone from a foreign spirit race."
"Foreign Spirit Race." A hint of doubt crossed Lin Ziyi's eyes.
"No, all the people of the Foreign Spirit Race have been sent to the panic place after General Jing Jian's affairs. Apart from Wen Yu, there is no Foreign Spirit Race in God's Domain anymore."
Wu Huan said: "But there is nothing wrong with this wound. It is impossible for ordinary people to have such power to cause such damage. Unless that person is a foreign spirit, with a foreign spirit that people don't know."
Lin Ziyi was confused when he heard it.
He glanced at Deacon Qian and several disciples, and said, "You go down first, and the deity will heal them."
"Yes, Lord." Deacon Qian led the people away.
Lin Ziyi suddenly figured it out a little, and that was a member of the Lengyue Clan.
The Lengyue people have not been found yet.
When General Jing Jian died, the curse on them would also be lifted.
Now the people of the Foreign Spirit Race, besides them, he couldn't think of other people.
Wen Yu is with the celestial master every day, it is even more impossible for him to do such a thing.
Lin Ziyi said: "Uncle Wuhuan, you scrape off the rotten flesh on their wounds. I will let them drink the spiritual liquid first to see if the wounds can heal?"
"Okay!" Wuhuan took out a thin knife from his space, squatted on the ground, took out a piece of paper, and carefully scraped off the rotten flesh from their wounds.
It was scratched deep into the wound, but there was a stench permeating it.
Wuhuan was almost sitting on the ground.
"It smells so bad, this smell is really unpleasant." Wuhuan held his body firmly and scraped off the last piece of rotten flesh, but the blood dripping out was green.
Wuhuan was dumbfounded. He had saved countless people in the Pill Medicine Pavilion, and such a situation had never happened before.
The carrion on the wound was scraped off, and even the other man who had fallen asleep woke up with pain.
"It hurts, it hurts." The two men were sweating profusely with pain.
Lin Ziyi quickly put the spirit liquid into their mouths, and at a glance, the wound healed quickly.
There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Essence fluid can work. It's great."
However, the two men are still in pain.
Lin Ziyi asked: "Your wound has healed. Where is the pain now?"
One of the men looked at Lin Ziyi gratefully, "Master, the muscles and veins all over the body are very painful, as if they are about to be broken." Lin Ziyi was puzzled when he heard it, "The spirit I gave you just now Liquid is a rare spiritual liquid in this world. If your meridians are injured, they will recover in the shortest time. Now only the wound has recovered, but the muscles and veins are not working. This
It's really strange. "
Lin Ziyi took out two 30-level purple jade secret pills from the space to serve them.
This purple jade secret pill is very good for repairing muscles and veins.
In the past ten years, he has also paid a lot, and the medicine of this pill has also been learned a lot from his mother.
He dare to say that in this world, no one except his old lady can refining a pill as pure as him.
After watching the two of them take the pill, Lin Ziyi has been observing the expressions of the two of them. Forgive me, the pain gradually subsided, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"How is it?" he asked.
"Returning to the Lord, it doesn't hurt as much as before."
Lin Ziyi nodded and said, "Can I get up by myself?"
"Can."
The two men sat up slowly.
But he glanced at the opponent, his eyes turned green suddenly, and he attacked Lin Ziyi.
The sudden change caused Lin Ziyi's eyes to flash, with awe-inspiring killing intent, and he quickly took a few steps back.
The two of them chased after perseveringly.
Upon seeing Wuhuan, his long body turned around like running water, standing side by side with Lin Ziyi.
In an instant, the two kicked them to the ground at the same time.
However, the two of them seemed to be fine, bounced from the ground effortlessly, and attacked them aggressively.
Lin Ziyi looked at the green eyes of the two of them, feeling dumbfounded, wasting his two bottles of spirit liquid and two pills of medicine for nothing.
It turns out that they have long been controlled by others.
Wu Huan said: "Yi'er, first subdue them, and then investigate the cause." Lin Ziyi nodded with a calm face, under the faint sunlight, the world wrapped in silver was covered with a layer of golden veil. His dazzling red dress, also shining with a faint brilliance, quickly leapt up and kicked him.
On the head of a man.
However, the power of his fifteenth rank kicked him, as if it hit a spring, and was immediately bounced away, but the opponent did not hurt at all.
He didn't even move in place.
Lin Ziyi was shocked and quickly took out the Yunpo Magic Sound.
Slowly blowing, the red robe pouring down, his whole body is handsome and unrestrained, all showing nobility and elegance.
The gentle rhythm is peaceful and comfortable, like the wind gently rippling, the world is also like a slow sleep.
As soon as the two men heard the sound of the flute, their movements slowed down quickly, and their green eyes suddenly turned black, extremely fast.
Lin Ziyi stopped her **** and looked at the two of them.
When the two were sober, they suddenly realized what they had done. Kneeling on the ground quickly: "The Lord is forgiving. Just now we didn't know what happened to us, and we instantly lost consciousness."