Yuanshin: Immunity to Wuxiang at the beginning

In the air, there is a scorching smell produced by the end of the thunder raging.

This unpleasant aura is the most favorable explanation of how strong Qingyun's new move combining the elements of thunder and water is.

"This is much more powerful than your son's big whale! It's just consuming... Huh, I feel a little tired, what's going on..."

After displaying the skill of thunder dragon wreaking havoc, Qingyun felt powerless and exhausted.

It was as if he had just run a marathon, and there was an indescribable discomfort.

Realizing that the force might be too strong, Qing Yun had to put aside the idea of ​​continuing to purify for the time being, and went to rest under a tree next to the ruins instead.

And just as the time passed, he saw that Feng Nan's simulation skills were about to cool down, and when he could continue to fight...

"Your Excellency, it's not good to rest in such a place."

"Huh? Who?"

At this time, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the whole field was quiet.

The mess all over the ground and the long-lasting smell in the air made this place a place that ordinary people avoid talking about.

Qingyun slowly raised his neck and began to search along the place where the sound came from.

Want to figure out who is talking.

And who, in such a dangerous time period, came to such a place that can be called bad in every sense.

As a result, he looked in the direction of the sound, and he was surprised to find out.

A priestess with a tiger demon mask on her face stood quietly in front of the entrance of the ruins.

The cool evening wind blew the hem of the white witch's costume, creating a scene of loneliness and helplessness...

"Are you... Huasanli?"

It wasn't until he couldn't help but speak that Qingyun suddenly realized... he still looks like a slime now!

Chapter 72 Bringing light to this place...

"I'm relieved to see that Your Excellency is still so energetic. I'm sorry, because Your Excellency is too powerful, so I only dare to wait and see from a distance. Now I muster up the courage to come here to greet you. I hope you can forgive me."

Hearing the sound, Qingyun raised his head and stared at Huasanli, without saying a word.

The person who made such a respectful voice was a woman wearing a fox mask.

Although she seemed calm and breezy, her tone revealed weakness and powerlessness.

It seems to be seriously ill, or dying soon, which makes people feel sorry...

Because he had done this suffering in his previous life, and finally reached a branch line, so he should have thought of her true identity, and finally realized...

In the flowers... Maybe it won't last long.

"Are you ok?"

Seeing the original client of Daxie appear, Qingyun showed concern out of politeness.

This is because his lord has a lot, if it were the other two.

That's... most likely.

Ying took out the sword directly, and then stared at the elusive witch lady with extremely vigilant eyes.

And Paimon would yell angrily: "Ms. Mask Maiden? You! You appear so suddenly every time, why didn't you appear when Ying passed out last time!" and other words.

However, because neither of them were present, the resentment could not be conveyed.

But on the contrary, it was because of this that Huasan, who felt ashamed, was at a loss for words.

Just as she was silent, she seemed eager to invent rhetoric to open the conversation.

Qingyun said suddenly:

"Don't worry, I know you won't harm me, and I know you have your difficulties."

"Eh? Your Excellency...why do you trust me so much?"

"Haha, because the effect of force is mutual? After all, didn't you ask me what's going on with this slime? This is called reciprocity. Of course, if you feel that some words are uncomfortable in your heart, you can tell me. After all, it would be a pity if there is not even a last word before leaving."

Qingyun's protection shocked Hua Sanli, who was the person involved.

However, seeing that the crisis of the first acquaintance was resolved, Hua Sanli looked at Qingyun gratefully, with gratitude...and puzzlement in his tone.

"Why does your Excellency act like...knowing what will happen after the Great Exorcism ends?"

"Because, I know you very well, or I know this world very well."

"...It's surprising, are you going to help us purify the last tree roots? This time, let me go with you."

After Hua Sanli finished speaking, she slowly stepped forward and walked towards the three decryption points. Seeing her walking so calmly, Qing Yun thought that this witch had some great supernatural powers.

However, not long after she left, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Qingyun.

"May I ask your Excellency to come here for a moment? I have something to say to you,"

"Oh? Yes, anyway, I have plenty of time."

Qingyun immediately followed Huasanli, and began to explore in front of the entrance of the last remains of the root of the sacred cherry tree.

Obviously, Huasanli is not just about issuing tasks and revealing the contents of the Great Exile.

Inheriting the memory of Inazuma Huzhai Palace, although she can't be as handy as the greatest witch in Inazuma, she also reveals a calm and unhurried temperament.

She walked on this land with such ease, as if she already knew the answers to all the puzzles.

If monsters and self-discipline organs did not appear occasionally, she might have been able to remain calm until the entrance mechanism was completely unlocked.

"Although it's a bit offensive," Hua Sanli stopped as soon as he unlocked a mechanism of thunder attribute, as if he had something in his heart to ask, "but if I don't get an answer, maybe even if I dissipate... I'm sorry."

If Ying and Paimon were present, they would definitely be confused about what these words meant.

But because of the help of the system, Qingyun has already understood that Huasanli's true identity is actually the filth condensed by Shenying.

In essence, it is even the same kind of existence as those fallen warriors who were forced out.

But the reason why she is different is because she inherited the memory that does not belong to her.

And she, who knows everything, is absolutely clear about the completion of the Great Chase.

Means her own destruction.

But Hua Sanli seems to have completely inherited the will of Huzhai Palace.

Even though he understood that this was asking her to see him off, he still chose to silently help Ying and himself to complete Shenying's big curse.

"Ask, Huasanli, isn't it... Huzhai Palace? Or, a human body made of the filth of Shenying? What should I call you?"

"Your Excellency is really smart, do you already know everything...Since this is the case, it doesn't matter what you call it."

Huasan stood quietly on the spot, in this moonlight night, wearing a priestess costume, she was like a lonely ghost with nowhere to go...

In loneliness, there is a sense of loneliness.

Under the background of the bright moonlight, during the last part of her life, the witch slowly expressed the doubts in her heart.

"Who are you? What kind of changes will you bring to this land? Will you bring disaster or blessing to that lord?"

"Is the person you're talking about General Thunderbolt? Or, the real God of Thunder, Shadow?"

Qingyun looked around and asked back after confirming that there was no one around.

Regarding this, Hua Sanli's tone suddenly became a lot more serious:

"I didn't expect... you actually know this? Then please answer my question, this is the only thing I can't let go of before the end of the Great Exorcism."

Hua Sanli seems to be downbeat about the fact that she will dissipate after the Great Exorcism is over, but whether Qingyun will give that person disaster or blessing.

But she cared, cared, and even put this matter above her own safety.

Or, in her opinion, the God of Thunder who lives high above the castle tower and insists on promulgating eye hunting orders in an attempt to keep Daozuma eternal in this way.

Far more important than herself...

However, the unconditional, unrequited, and unappreciated devotion in Huasan made Qingyun quite touched, and the true face of Thor that he saw in Yixin Pure Land appeared in his mind that day...

General Lei Dian, do you know that in an unknown corner, there will still be people who pray for you and pray for eternal prosperity from the bottom of their hearts?

As time passed, the moon shyly hid behind the clouds.

The road that could still be seen clearly at first became blurred due to the dim light of the moonlight.

At this time, a biting cold wind blows, as if the boundless darkness is trying to infect this pure land...

As the darkness approached, Hua Sanli took several steps back unconsciously, and finally stepped on a broken stone and fell to the ground.

You can tell she's afraid of the dark...

And right now.

'Crackling~'

Bursts of flames suddenly lit up in the darkness, Huasan felt the warmth of the flames, and took a look at it.

It turned out that Qingyun raised the braids on his head and opened up a bright area by relying on the flash of electric fire...

"Is it the thing that brings light? It seems that you are not the... monster I was worried about?"

"Worrying about you? Let me tell you the truth, I, an elemental creature slime, may be able to play with the wind god-like mixed god in the future, do you believe it or not?"

"Of course I believe it! Then... this is the end of the chat, please come with me, uh... Your Excellency Elemental Slime?"

"Just call me Qingyun. Let's go, after purifying the roots of this area, we have to start the final purification."

After finishing speaking, Qingyun rushed to the front, intending to purify the roots of the Shenying tree as soon as possible, so as not to cause any unnecessary trouble...

Chapter 73 The Abyss Apostle Reappearing

The ruins where the roots are located are not too complicated.

After unlocking the trap at the entrance of the cave, Qingyun jumped off the trap, and landed steadily not far in front of the tree roots that were infested with filth.

"arrive."

With the conveyance of the words, Qingyun's figure gradually changed, turning into a happy man holding a sharp knife.

The cooldown of the simulation skills has just ended, and it's finally time to show off!

"Is this another form of Your Excellency? Although you have transformed into a human form, the breath of the thunderous demon bird on your body has not retreated in the slightest."

Hua Sanli appeared behind Qingyun in more than one way.

She looked at the cumbersome pattern, and thoughtfully suggested: "This pattern... I seem to understand it. Next, can I offer you some modest help?"

Hearing this, Qingyun turned his head to look at the witch wearing a fox mask:

"Have you seen through this pattern?"

"That's right, next..."

Hua Sanli didn't continue to talk nonsense, but just moved slowly and began to adjust the sequence required for the blessing.

Should it be said that she is indeed the shrine maiden who inherited the memory of the Fox Palace?

Under her guidance, this mind-wrenching puzzle-solving seems trivial.

It can even be said that it was just a cutscene, and the extremely tedious prayer ended successfully.

And as the filth was slowly forced out from the roots of the tree, something surprising happened.

I saw the falling warriors slowly gathering together, and approaching slowly with their swords.

Seeing this, Qingyun hurriedly protected Huasanli behind her back, and expressed her gratitude to her: "Thank you, leave it to me."

"Well...thank you, Your Excellency. I'll be in the back, silently praying for your victory. But I didn't expect that there would be so much filth this time?"

It stands to reason that there would not be too many fallen warriors forced out from the roots of the tree, only two at most.

However, there were so many Fallen Warriors formed by the filth this time, that there were thirteen tall and mighty Fallen Warriors abruptly formed!

"Why are there so many..."

In this situation, even Qingyun, who has experienced many battles, can't help but become serious, let alone the powerless, just participate in the battle as a spectator.

She took a step back in a panic, as if she never expected that such a terrible amount of filth would accumulate in this place.

Next, a fierce battle is inevitable.

Of course, this is for her.