Cultivating Master In City

With a slight wave of Zhou Yi's hand, three lovely stubborn elves jumped onto Zhou Yi's shoulder. After sitting on his shoulder, they followed Zhou Yi and the four prophets to walk outside the dilapidated God worship temple.

After waiting outside the temple, Zhou Yi found that in the temple, the open space under the hillside extends to the forest in the distance. There are native community residents everywhere. Looking at it, I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of people.

Even Zhou Yi was slightly surprised that there was such a big battle in front of him. Sleeping prophets are divided into left and right. On the left are the prophets of wind and earth, and on the right are the prophets of water and fire. The left and right guards accompany Zhou Yi and highlight Zhou Yi's position.

The prophet of the wind stood up first and said to the crowd at the bottom of the hillside: "the God sent the oracle and sent the chosen son to live and die together with our ethnic group. The extraordinary young man you see in front of you is Mr. Zhou Yizhou, the chosen son of heaven. Everyone will call him Mr. Zhou in the future!"

I don't know which native race was the first to kneel down and shout, "see you, sir!"

Then, the dense original main people knelt down in the mouth of the ground and shouted slogans. Zhou Yi has seen similar scenes both in his previous life and in his present life. It is a figure such as the supreme leader who will encounter similar scenes when patrolling.

In Zhou Yi's previous life, there were countless disciples. They were as devout to their disciples as these native inhabitants. Even if he ordered them to die, these people would do it without hesitation.

Obviously, these primitive social forms are still in a primary state of worship of God similar to the primitive society. The God is everything in their life.

Zhou Yi is dignified, standing high and overlooking all living beings. Fortunately, he was also on the peak. These are just Pediatrics for him. He wants to wave his hand and smile. He doesn't want to give a speech like a politician in front of thousands of people like a magic stick.

But what Zhou Yi didn't expect was that he wasn't going to speak, but he saw a group of people hurried out of the crowd. There were six burly men carrying a soft bed made of rattan. On the soft bed lay a sick woman.

"Sir, the chosen son, please save my daughter!"

A strong man in the lead rushed a few steps and knelt down on the hillside. The strong man's forehead kowtowed continuously on the ground. With great force, he knocked blood out of his forehead.

Zhou Yi looked at the strong man in surprise. The strong man walked with vigorous steps. He walked with earthy vitality. He was also a strong expert.

Behind Zhou Yi, the fat prophet of the earth said softly: "Sir, this man is from our ethnic group, named tu. his daughter Liu was poisoned by a strange poison a month ago. We useless old people can't treat it. Not only Liu, but also many young girls have similar symptoms a month ago, and they are almost incurable. There are even hundreds of women The child has died. "

Speaking of this, the faces of the four prophets became extremely heavy. Zhou Yi looked around them and could see from the faces of these prophets that the matter was very serious.

"How many girls have this disease?"

"There are more than 3600 girls suffering from this disease. Each girl is 16 or 17 years old. Please catch the power of God and help these poor children of God."

Zhou Yi looks at the face of the wind prophet. He doesn't ask for a word. Maybe these prophets communicate with the gods through themselves. I'm afraid they don't just want to restart the road of God's enlightenment, but also because this strange disease suddenly appears in the ethnic group.

Sixteen or seventeen year olds in an ethnic group are young girls, and it is also the time to have their first child. If 3600 girls have the same incurable disease, it is tantamount to delaying the offspring of this generation for several years. If it is the means of a certain person or a certain force, I am afraid that this person or force is too vicious It's terrible.

Zhou Yi has seen too many intrigues, and even some conspiracies can be executed for thousands of years, so he thinks a lot. But at this time, whether it is his identity as the chosen son at this time or the withering disease of the young girl in the flower season, he has no second choice. The first thing is to treat the disease.

When Zhou Yi thought of this, he floated to the strong man. After lifting him up, he said softly, "I'll have a look first. God will protect us!"

Zhou Yi moved the God out, which made the strong man feel more stable. Looking at Zhou Yi, there was more trust and more hope.

Zhou Yi walks up to the girl and looks down at her. She should be a beautiful and healthy girl, just because she is disfigured and skinny.

Because of the relationship between the original species, both men and women are almost wrapped in animal skin. Only the high-level leaders of the prophet will wear some high-level clothes and clothes. The sick girl in front of her is only wrapped in animal skin like fox skin, exposing a large area of wheat skin. On the skin, there are tattoos like black flowers, giving people a sense of gloom and terror Sleep.

"Do you like tattoos like flowers on your body?"

The strong man respectfully replied, "although we also have some tattoos, few girls have them. These black flowers on my daughter are not tattoos, but one of the symptoms of this strange disease we call the flower of death."

"The flower of death?" Zhou Yi was surprised. Looking carefully, I found that it was a flower, which began from the girl's abdomen and bloomed to the chest. From the exposed skin, this black flower was beginning to wither. No wonder it gave people a very uncomfortable feeling at first sight.

The prophet of the wind took two steps and said heavily behind Zhou Yi: "in the later stage of her illness, such a black flower like tattoo will appear from her navel to her chest. At the beginning, it is in full bloom. Once the flowers wither, the girl's life will wither."

Zhou Yimeng raised his head, looked at the prophet of the wind and asked, "every sick girl is like this?"

The prophet of the wind nodded. Zhou Yi said hurriedly, "are there other sick girls nearby? Bring some patients."

After hearing Zhou Yi's instructions, seven other girls were immediately brought in. Their state was about the same as that of the previous girl named Liu. Two of them were better and sober. The black flowers in their lower abdomen were in full bloom, giving people a feeling of seduction.

"Can you prepare a quiet environment for me? There are too many people here. I need to cast spells for treatment. There can't be too much interference."

"OK, we have prepared the residence for Mr. right now. Let's go with Mr. right now."

Accompanied by four prophets and escorted by a large number of native warriors, Zhou Yi carried eight sick girls. Zhou Yi was sent to a spacious stone house that had been prepared by the stars and the moon.

This stone house has no other characteristics, just one, that is, it is very big.

Zhou Yi asked people to put eight sick girls in the house and let the others leave. But the four prophets and many warriors did not go far, but guarded around the house.

Zhou Yi went up to check the girl's lower abdomen and chest one by one. For convenience, the animal skin on the chest of some girls was untied, revealing the girl's most tender part. But Zhou Yi didn't feel any blasphemy. He just carefully checked every girl's belly button and began to grow black flowers winding to her chest. Some are a black flower, and some are two black flowers, each of which seems to be a grim smile of death.

"The flower of death? It's not the flower of death, but the witchcraft of being withered by cardamom. Shit, how can there be a figure of Wuzong in this world? It's no mistake that these girls can have such a wide range of diseases because cardamom withers."

Zhou Yi originally thought that the patient girl's body was tattooed. Now it seems that it is not, but a cursed witchcraft. Wuzong should be regarded as a school of cultivating immortality. However, because of its unpredictable means and vicious actions, it is rejected and suppressed by many immortal sects.

Zhou Yi never thought that in Mo Yan's world, there would be the curse of the Wuzong, and cardamom withered. Cardamom withers. Zhou Yi of the last life has encountered it. It is a specific witchcraft launched specifically for girls about to marry and have children. Zhou Yi doesn't know how to launch it, but he knows that only the caster who completely removes the witchcraft can remove the cardamom wither.

Zhou Yi carefully checked the girls' condition, and even carefully detected their takeout with his mind to confirm that this is cardamom withering. His face sank, he turned to go out and called the four prophets.

"Four prophets, these girls are not ill, but cursed. Among them is a curse witchcraft called cardamom withering."

"Curse witchcraft? Sir, are you sure?!" the fiery prophet of fire jumped up and his eyes widened.

Zhou Yi nodded. "I'm sure this is curse witchcraft."

"Grandma is a bear. I knew it must have been done by those bastards of the demons. What, am I right?! I said, we should send troops and kill all those bastards!!"

"Wait, demonized man? Prophet of fire, you said demonized man?"