Douluo: I'm really a healing spirit master

Chapter 157 Village Elder Old Jack

Holding the sharp gun of order, Tang Yi slowly stepped forward.

Every time a footstep falls, there will be a sizzling sound from the soles of the feet, which is the sound of the plague toxin corroding the divine clothes.

While marveling at the power of the plague toxin, Tang Yi shook the wings behind him again and flew up.

Although the Divine Raiment can recover by itself after being corroded, it will take time.

Flying along the way, I saw many corpses that had been eroded to death by the plague toxin, which exposed the corpses in the wilderness. Some corpses were being corroded, and there were even ghouls lying on top of their corpses to feast on.

Every time he encountered such a situation, Tang Yi would take the trouble to shoot him.

The real strength of this kind of ghoul, which can only be seen in the previous game, is roughly equivalent to the level of the first-time soul king. I don't know if it is the influence of the world rules.

After the death of the ghoul, there will also be a soul ring floating.

And the age limit is not bad, it is a black ten thousand year soul ring.

Flying forward for a certain distance, there will be no creatures eroded by the plague, not even undead, and the environment will become more and more depressing. Occasionally, there will be a cold breeze blowing by, and you can even hear the creepy low voice. Roar.

Feeling a little guilty inside, but Tang Yiyi, who had already reached level 99 Peerless Douluo, was bold, took a few deep breaths, and continued to fly forward.

After a while, the familiar village appeared in front of my eyes.

The only difference is that the village is much dilapidated, and the friendly call of Rhubarb at the entrance of the village can no longer be heard, and the whole village is filled with a sense of lifelessness.

It can be seen from a distance that at the entrance of the village, one head is holding rusty iron tools, two balls of green oily soul fire are floating in the eye frame, and the undead skeleton without the slightest trace of flesh is dangling back and forth.

Next to the big clock at the entrance of the village, there was a necromancer whose body was mostly corroded, and the outline of his life could be vaguely seen from the other intact skin. He was sitting quietly on a stone bench at this time.

There was an unpleasant rancid stench in the air, resisting the discomfort, Tang Yi fell from midair.

Seeing Tang Yi's figure, the eyeballs of the necromancer sitting on the stone bench rolled around, and a proud radiance suddenly shone on the cheeks that had been so decayed that they could hardly see their real appearance.

"Our Holy Soul Village had an eighth-ranked Soul Sage a hundred years ago. It is extremely rare in the entire Notting City, and even in the entire Fasino Province!"

The figure paused, only to hear the undead murmur something.

"After so many years, I don't know what happened to those two brats, Tang Yi and Tang San, and I don't know how to come back and see."

"Grandpa Jack."

Looking at the old figure with maggots running around on his face, Tang Yi's descending figure suddenly freezes, all kinds of past events can't help but appear in front of his eyes, and his eye sockets feel warm for no reason.

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the undead skeletons who were patrolling nearby.

Seven or eight skeletons immediately waved their rusty iron swords and came towards Tang Yi one after another.

"roll!"

The sharp gun of order held upside down in his hand swept across, and the golden thunder flashed, and all the undead skeletons rushing towards Tang Yi flew upside down, and all kinds of bones scattered in all directions.

These undead skeletons seem to be the lowest existence, and there is no soul ring after death.

He looked up into the village.

Graves that cannot be regarded as graves are scattered scattered throughout the village. The reason why they cannot be regarded as graves is that there is only one tombstone in the so-called graves.

Even the tombstone is just the name of the dead person written crookedly on ordinary wood.

Goudan, Gousheng, Wang Chunhua, Dali... all the distant and familiar names pop up in front of my eyes.

A rustling sound rang out, bringing Tang Yi back from memory to reality.

I saw the old Jack sitting at the entrance of the village, unsteadily took a board with his name written on it from his side, and swayed to the open space in the village.

He dug a shallow hole in the ground with great difficulty, then gently inserted the plank into it, and then dug the soil to bury it.

Tang Yi looked at the name written on the wooden board. It was the three characters "Old Jack" written crookedly in the characters of the Tiandou Empire.

Inserting the wooden plank, one of the eyeballs of Old Jack's face that had been corroded by most of it instantly fell off, and the bones rolled to the side, but he didn't care at all.

He just stared blankly at the densely packed hundreds of wooden boards, and murmured in a low voice.

"The terrible black armor knight led a group of terrible skeletons. They died, all of them died, and I was the only one left. Don't be afraid, everyone, go home with the village chief."

After speaking, he staggered back to the stone bench at the entrance of the village, picked up a wooden board and rubbed it lightly with stones.

A drop of pale golden water dripped on the black ground, making a strange sizzling sound, which made Tang Yi, whose eyes were rosy, frown slightly.

Visible to the naked eye, the place where the drops of water dripped returned to the normal ground at an extremely fast speed.

It's just that this only lasted for a short period of tens of breaths, and it turned into the black earth with a faint luster again.

Bear~!

A group of pale golden flames instantly covered Old Jack's corroded body, accompanied by a burst of black smoke, and in the end only a handful of gray ashes remained.

Put the ashes in a small jar.

Finally, Tang Yi buried the jar next to the big clock at the entrance of the village.

It's like when I was young, the village head stood beside the big clock with a bag of candy in his arms, telling a group of children in the village about the half-knowledge of the world of soul masters he knew.

After finishing all this, Tang Yi held the sharp gun of order upside down, and walked towards the village step by step with a pale golden flame all over his body.

With every step, the black ground under his feet was instantly dispelled as if it had been stained with detergent.

When Tang Yi passed by, those black plague viruses made a comeback again.

In the center of the village, a group of undead skeletons wearing black armor and a group of undead knights riding bone horses gathered there quietly. In the center of these undead creatures, there is a huge blood-red magic circle tens of meters away. shining brightly.

At this time, beside the huge magic circle, there was a skeleton covered in a black robe and holding a scepter.

Every time its scepter is raised, the magic circle will flash once, and then a bone skeleton in the middle of the magic circle will become an undead skeleton wearing black armor.

Even the rusty iron sword held in his hand has become brand new just out of the oven.

Seeing Tang Yi walking slowly, he didn't need anyone's instructions. Those undead skeletons and knights all waved their iron swords and bone spears and threw them at him.

Spreading his wings behind him, Tang Yi's whole body instantly came into midair.

In his hand, he held the Divine Spear of Order, which was covered with golden thunder, and then threw it towards the ground suddenly.

boom--!
With a loud noise, the golden thunder raged wildly, illuminating most of the Holy Soul Village.

Circles of black, purple, and white soul rings gradually condensed out.

(End of this chapter)