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Chapter 63 Sending the God of Plague

Su Jin struggled to get up, but when his palm touched the ground, he felt a piercing pain.

"Don't move, your hands are full of injuries." Chang Feng said quickly.

Su Jin raised his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes. The whole hand was bruised, as if it had been cooked. In fact, the injury on his face was more serious. Chang Feng didn't dare to let him know for the time being. Men are also hard to accept.

Both Chang Feng and Xiao Kelv prayed in their hearts that Yan Man should not wake up for the time being. If it is difficult for men to accept disfigurement, then for women, disfigurement is no different from killing her.

Su Jin's mind was not on his injury, he only remembered that when the giant beast appeared, the void space quickly wrapped the golden book deep in his consciousness.

He hasn't figured out whether the book was swallowed by the void, after all, he got it from Hetu Luoshu, if he didn't even figure out the content, it would be a pity to be swallowed by the void.

Immediately mobilized the magic power and launched the distant dream town.

Su Jin, who entered his own consciousness, saw the shiny golden book at a glance. It seems that the void space did not swallow it, but hid it, most likely because he didn't want the giant beast to find it.

While Su Jin was checking the golden book, the void sucked out a lot of mysterious aura from Su Jin's wound, and his injury also began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those breaths gathered together were the size of a glass bead.

The void space also gave analytical information: the weak basalt energy may have some use.

As a native of Daxia, Su Jin naturally knew Xuanwu, so even if he didn't know the purpose of this breath, he was still very happy. The breath from Xuanwu must be a good thing.

Yan Man seemed to be injured too.

Thinking of this, Su Jin left his consciousness and returned to the real world.

"What happened just now? How is your injury recovering?" Chang Feng's tone was very anxious.

After Su Jin launched the distant Dreamland, the main body also entered the conscious world. How could Chang Feng not be in a hurry when he saw him disappear suddenly?
Su Jin replied: "It's okay, I treated myself for the injury."

Xiao Kelv looked at Su Jin expectantly, hoping that his ability could not only heal himself, but also Yan Man.

Su Jin nodded, put his hand on Yan Man's wound, mobilized the magic power to activate the supernatural power, the Xuanwu breath in the wound was absorbed by the void space one by one, and the wound healed in less than 2 minutes.

"Are you...?" Chang Feng asked.

Su Jin lied casually, "A prop that can heal injuries."

Chang Feng resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Do you really think he is stupid? I didn’t see Su Jin use any props at all just now. So far, Su Jin has shown multiple abilities without using props: devouring magic power, sensing Magic, healing wounds.

Even if devouring magic power and sensing magic power are the same kind, Su Jin already possesses two completely different abilities, which is not something a first-order Chosen One can do.

But this is not important. Chang Feng's professionalism made him not care about Su Jin's secrets. He only cared about finding the source of magic power. After considering various factors, he suggested: "Let's go back to the stronghold first."

It is less than two days away from Daxia's stronghold, and they don't know how many days they have to go to explore the source of magic power. Now all the guards have died in battle, and even the researchers have died. No matter from which point of view, It is most beneficial to return to the stronghold first.

Su Jin didn't answer him, but got up and looked to the southeast.

Just now, he wanted to test the use of the basalt breath. After activating the basalt breath, he sensed the source of the magic power.

"Wait, I seem to sense the source of magic power." Su Jin said.

Chang Feng held his breath so as not to affect Su Jin.

After sensing carefully for a while, Su Jin said: "Yes, it is the source of magic power, but he is moving fast."

"How far can you sense?" Chang Feng asked.

Su Jin shook his head, he didn't know, and he didn't know anything about Xuanwu aura.

"What about the moving speed?" Chang Feng asked again.

Su Jin closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the location of the source of magic power for a moment, "It's very fast, far exceeding the speed of a fourth-order demon."

Chang Feng frowned. If this is the case, doesn't it mean that they will never catch up with the source of magic power?

"He stopped." Su Jin said.

The source of magic power is moving, and the speed exceeds the fourth-order demon. The range that Su Jin can sense is unknown. That is to say, if they set off now, they can at least draw the trajectory of the source of magic power. Can't find the source of magic power.

As long as a map of the movement trajectory of the source of magic power can be provided, the researchers of Daxia will have the opportunity to calculate where it may stay.

"Shall we keep going?" Chang Feng asked Su Jin's opinion.

"Let's go." Su Jin agreed.

Yan Man and Xiao Ke's brigade, who had already woken up, did not object. They also hoped to find the source of magic power as soon as possible and exchange for anti-magic weapons for the rebels.

Chang Feng turned his head to look at the ghost mandrill in the depths of the cave. The ghost mandrill screamed and jumped quickly, making various movements, and he could barely see what he meant: you go, you go quickly.

"Go." Chang Feng took the lead and walked out of the cave.

The Xiao Ke brigade asked with some concern: "Aren't you going to get rid of him?"

Chang Feng replied: "He only needs to howl to attract countless ghosts. Since he has expressed goodwill, let's just believe it."

Not long after they left the cave, countless ghost mandrills appeared in the woods, staring at them from a distance. The leader of the ghost mandrills was about to order to drive these people away. Reluctantly said: "They were going to leave, leave them alone, so as not to disturb Xuanwu again."

The leader bowed his head and let out a low growl, and the two ghost mandrills followed quietly, monitoring whether Su Jin and the others would really leave. His intention now was not to chase and kill Su Jin and the others, but to let them leave the ghost mandrill forest .

The reason why the ghost mandrill group did not hesitate to enter the grassland and pursue Su Jin and others was because they sensed something on Su Jin. Although they didn't know what it was, it was fatally attractive to them.

It's just that they didn't expect that it would attract Xuanwu. Now even if Su Jin was given to them, they wouldn't dare to take it anymore. There is no such thing as a man who is innocent and pregnant with a jade, but they understand the same truth.

Things that can alarm Xuanwu, if they fall into their hands, will only bring disaster to the ethnic group.

To them, Su Jin is no longer a baby, but a plague god. The sooner he leaves, the better, and the farther he goes, the better.

Chang Feng also found the ghost mandrills following him, but there were only two of them, and it didn't look like they were about to start a war, so he pretended not to know, and waited until everyone left the forest, and the ghost mandrills following him returned.

Chang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a map, and asked, "Where is the source of magic power? Do you remember the location it just passed?"

"Remember." Su Jin gestured on the map.

No one knew that the images of the few of them had been sent back to Zhenmo Street through Ghost Mandrill's vision.

　If you come to invest today and update 30 words for 3000 consecutive days, you will be able to achieve it.

　　In the past few days, I have summed up myself. The plot is too independent and has not been threaded by the line of "finding the source of magic power".

　　In the future, I will try to put the plot together, and I have already developed the plot, so I don’t need a chapter for a plot (writing length is not irrigation)
　　Tomorrow I will go home for the Chinese New Year, and I will be away from relatives. I will temporarily change it before the holiday, and I will change the first volume by the way.

　　In the end, I can see friends here chasing readings every day, don’t raise books, it’s already inferred, raising books is easy to raise death
　　
　
(End of this chapter)