Chapter 134 135, forgetfulness attack

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Chapter 134 135, forgetfulness attack

Having said that, Fang Gu had already started drawing the star map, and soon the dark red powerful skeleton appeared in front of everyone. He looked around with a blank look on his face.

"Fang Tu, the water from Kunjing can save the people in this city, but they may melt you..." Fang Gu said to the skeleton. Although his tone was calm, everyone could hear the reluctance in Fang Gu's words.

"It's not necessary. Alas, it seems that there is no escape." Han Ji only glanced at the dark red skull, and his whole body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow from his soul. He murmured to himself like a delirious old man, "

There is no escape from the doom, there is no escape from the doom..."

Even if the dark red skeleton is smelted, the water of Kunjing cannot be extracted. The dew of the Nine Nethers cannot be resolved. This city shrouded in golden enchantment will also be destroyed day and night!

"By the way, Brother Fan, isn't the Earth Holy Spring in your hands?" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said to Mo Fan.

When Zhang Xiaohou asked this question, the eyes of Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, immediately became a little brighter, and he rushed to say: "Is it the holy spring of Bo City??"

"Yes, the Holy Spring of Bo City!" At this moment, a gray-white man with a covered face slowly walked out, his bright eyes looking at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked this person up and down and didn't know who he was.

"Yes, yes, but the situation is the same as Fang Gu." Mo Fan answered truthfully.

In an earlier time, Mo Fan might have been able to reluctantly get some Holy Spring from the small loach pendant. I think this was how he lured the Black Vatican in the Demon City, but now the Styx River has taken shape in the small loach pendant.

, it is impossible to extract the Holy Earth Spring again.

"I don't understand, why do you want to mention the Holy Spring?" Mo Fan couldn't help but speak.

"Brother Fan, in fact, we in Bocheng and Weiju Village have the same ancestor a long time ago." At this time, Zhang Xiaohou spoke.

"This sentence is inappropriate. In fact, Bocheng is a branch of Weiju Village. It moved to the south and after thousands of years of reproduction, it gradually turned into a small southern town. Weiju Village is isolated from the world, so for a long time

It has maintained the shape of a village since then..." the gray-white mysterious man added.

"This happened thousands of years ago. We are still descendants of the Yan and Huang descendants. In fact, we have nothing to do with Weiju Village for a long time." Mo Fan said.

"You people in Bo City have mixed too many bloods, plus there are countless outsiders. It's hard to say how many of us can preserve the blood of our ancestors, but one thing can prove that Bo City and the former Dangerous Village are the same.

They belong to the same lineage, that is, the holy spring that the people of Bo City have guarded for generations is actually the water of Kunjing." Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, said at this time.

Holy spring of earth!

The water of Kunjing!

Yes, the real controller of Bo City has guarded the Holy Spring for generations, which seems to be the so-called ancestral precepts. This is completely consistent with Weiju Village protecting the water of Kunjing!

Mo Fan slapped his forehead, why didn't he think of this level!!

And this also explains why the Black Holy See wants to get the Holy Earth Spring and why it insists on insisting on it!

The holy spring has been the guardian of Bo City for generations.

The Bo people are descendants of an ancient king who migrated south.

The Black Holy See is deliberately trying to get the Holy Spring.

The water of Kunjing and ancestral teachings in Weiju Village.

Fountain of Violence and Dew of Nine Netherworlds!

The Holy Spring of Earth and the Water of Kunjing...

It turns out that all the things have been presented to me, but I just didn’t connect them!!

Little loach, spit it out of the Holy Spring, you are in for a big deal!!

…

The result is still the same. Mo Fan's Holy Earth Spring has long been refined into food for the loach, and it happened a long time ago. If Fang Gu's skeleton cannot be smelted, it is impossible to squeeze out a drop of spring water by melting the loach.

Coming.

Mo Fan also wanted to resolve this catastrophe, but everything was too unfortunate. As Han Ji said, there was no escape!

"It seems that our plan will be difficult to implement. The ancient king will eventually wake up and everything will be wiped out." Han Ji seemed to have expected this result, and said with blank eyes.

"There is still hope, if we can find the ancient king's tomb." The mysterious gray man had no intention of giving up.

"It has been two thousand years since the Qin Dynasty. Who has really found his imperial tomb? However, I think we will know soon. He will wake up, and this city will become his place to rule everything again.

The country of the undead!" Han Ji said.

"President, we dug out the location of the imperial mausoleum from the memory of Hujin Archdeacon Mu He!" Leng Qing ran in and said.

"Mu He... Mu... He..." After hearing the name Mu He, Zhang Xiaohou started to tremble violently, and then his head felt like it was about to burst with pain! He held his head tightly with both hands in pain.

lying on the ground!

The president of the Magic Association, Han Ji, had a flash in his eyes. Seeing Zhang Xiaohou suddenly in extreme pain, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Han Ji quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Xiaohou's wrist, and quickly tore off his sleeves!

Suddenly, a black centipede-like mark lay on Zhang Xiaohou's arm, as if it was embedded in the flesh, and it looked extremely ferocious.

"Forget the Insect!!"

Han Ji exclaimed!

Su Xiaoluo and Mo Fan were also stunned. They didn't even notice that there was such a black centipede in Zhang Xiaohou's body. This black centipede had been lurking for an unknown period of time, and it was already as thick as a thumb. Such a thing would appear in a person's body.

What a terrible thing is going on in the body!

Zhang Xiaohou looked in great pain, biting his lips and bleeding.

At this time, Han Ji's body glowed with a milky white light, and a healing elf butterfly with extremely plump wings could be seen fluttering on his old fingertips. With Han Ji's gentle move, the healing elf butterfly fluttered.

Entering Zhang Xiaohou's body, he collided with the astonishing black poisonous centipede.

Zhang Xiaohou's skin was almost transparent, and a poisonous line like worm thread extended from his wrist to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, and finally sank into the back of his head...

"It turned out to be Wang Chong. No wonder he couldn't remember what happened at that time. This Wang Chong is a psychic worm that can eat important memories deep in people's hearts. What if the person who was planted with Wang Chong one day

Being able to remember everything that happened means that his death has come!" the mysterious gray man said hurriedly.

"Then Zhang Xiaohou's memory has been restored..." Su Xiaoluo looked at him with horror on his face.

"The more complete the recovery, the closer death will be. Most of the treatment drugs you give him will contain something that inhibits the growth of this forgetful insect. Otherwise, the poisonous insect would have killed him long ago. This is a vicious mixture of the spiritual system and the curse system.

Law!" Han Ji took a breath of cold air.

Zhang Xiaohou was in extreme pain. He was covered in cold sweat and his veins were about to burst out of his skin.
Chapter completed!