After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Jiang Su could naturally hear the profound meaning in Judge Du's words.

The pretentious expression on his face changed to a light smile.

"Yes, of course." The girl replied calmly.

Jiang Su, of course...

There is no medicinal powder that can dissolve evil spirits!

She herself had just recalled for a long time that she was using corpse powder to deal with the black blood of the demon cultivator that spilled the demonic energy!

All flesh and blood must have a shape. Pouring sulfuric acid on it may cause some changes.

Besides, if others don't know it, she doesn't know it either, but she is called the Lord of the Demon Realm by ghosts.

Demonic Qi is the soul of a monk who died thousands of years ago or even tens of millions of years ago. He cannot be reincarnated and floats on the land of Wuwu Overseas. Over the years, the consciousness in the soul gradually develops resentment in loneliness. The breath of death.

The number of dead increased, and the air of death condensed into clouds.

These death auras with powerful souls have certain reaction capabilities, similar to the nerve reflexes that exist in the muscles of animals after they die.

Therefore, there is no reincarnation in the demonic realm, and the demonic energy never dissipates.As long as a monk is touched, it is equivalent to being entangled with the arms and legs of a group of powerful people from ancient times.

Almighty is dead, you still want to live?

The monk went mad, mad.

When great power comes to your body, you can still be so ordinary.

The monk is promoted!Break through the bottleneck!
It is not easy for demon cultivators to ascend.

The grievances are all on you, and thousands of years of karma have been imposed on you. Do you think the thunder from the sky will strike you?

At first, Jiang Su thought that the demonic energy was a simple virus that could infect anyone and wait for death, which was a terminal disease.

After learning about the causes and consequences of Liu Yunqing's obsession, she realized that this thing was no different from the group of consciousnesses that had entered her own sea of ​​consciousness!

"Fortunately, the resentment of those people is not that big, otherwise I would really have become a demon cultivator. If the demonic energy enters my brain, I will become a fool?!
She had no intention of telling other monks about these things.

Who would believe that a 15-year-old kid can know ancient secrets?
"I can tell you, even the recipe for the powder. However, I need something in exchange."

The girl's smile was sly. She was clearly planning on this and was not afraid of this man secretly plotting something.

Judge Poison could vaguely guess Jiang Su's thoughts.

No matter how young she is, she is still a medical practitioner. What she wants... it's not hard to guess.

Judge Poison nodded, his double chin was pressed into three folds, he turned his wrist, stretched his knuckles, and closed the door of Luohan Hall tightly.

Only the monks in their temple can know.

24th Temple also has a sense of competition! ! !Those miscellaneous beauty lists and sword repair lists that are usually made are all flashy things. This is what is truly famous.

"Tell me, how many spirit stones do you want? I, Judge Poison, have plenty." Judge Poison said nothing, waved his hand, and poured out fifteen more storage bags from the storage bag. He pinched it with his fingertips, and there were fifteen more. All the storage bags flew to Jiang Su's hand... and hung.

Jiang Su "..."? ? ?
Why do some have two on their fingers, and some have three on their fingers?
Judge Poison even said in a loud and emotional voice: "When your father Jiang Shuishui invited me to eat your full-moon feast, it was in the spring of March 15 years ago."

"It's been fifteen years now, and I'm giving you 15 high-grade spiritual stones as a meeting gift this time. I don't think I'm being stingy... as a senior brother."

"..."

Jiang Su felt like he heard the sound of northwest wind.

"Yes, my master and your father are brothers and sisters in the same discipline. I am my master's sole disciple. In the medical field, I am considered your senior brother."

After saying this, he seemed to feel that this sentence was not enough. He glanced at Jianxiu Dong Yiyi, who was dressed in white, with contempt, curled up the corner of his lips with a wicked smile, and continued to add: "My dear senior brother." Did you see it? I didn't expect it, Smelly Jianxiu. !I am my senior brother!I'm the!When it comes to medicine, we are in the same sect, and you, a sword-playing eight-pole man, can't compete with us!

Immediately afterwards, he stared at Jiang Su with eyes that controlled the overall situation.

Jiang Su held his breath...

"No kiss, you are too oily." Jiang Su replied in disgust.

Many monks eating melons...? ?

Poison Judge: "..." No, you must be sick.

Dong Yiyi: "..." Susu? ? ?
They are also considered to have seen the world, and they are required to tell the truth at the Taoist discussion meeting. They have eaten countless things at this large-scale dating event in the cultivation world over the years.

This kind of two people who don't like each other are actually from the same family, which is also a classic plot.

"You said Jiang Liuliu and your master are from the same sect? What is your name, and what is your master's name? What evidence is there?"

Jiang Su no longer calls her father, and this sudden addition of distant relatives makes her feel troublesome... If she wants to trick the judge, she will have more things to consider!

Judge Poison knew that this little girl had many thoughts and was as nimble as a little loach, but she was not angry and looked like a kind brother.

"They are all disciples of the True Medical Immortal, who ascended to the upper world 3000 years ago. They lived in seclusion while learning Taoism, and not many people know about it."

"My master's name is Yan Yuexi, and my name is Yan Hui. As for our medical sect in the Eastern Region, it's called Lan Yue Valley. Many people here should have heard of it. That's right, I, the poisonous judge Yan Hui, usually Live in Lanyue Valley."

"Today, the reason why I sounded a bit aggressive when I spoke to you is because of your father, my uncle."

"He promised to bring me a book from the sect at the last Taoist discussion meeting. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, hoping for the stars and the moon, but this time he didn't come!"

"That book has a spirit. It belongs to him and only he can take it out. I don't expect it from you. I just hope to know where he is and whether he has encountered anything... After all..."

"Let's take the Moon Valley, only the three of us are left."

When he said this, his voice became softer unconsciously, like a boiling kettle suddenly extinguished.

There was a real sadness permeating the poisonous judge's body, almost infecting every monk in the hall.

What he means is... his master is no longer alive.

"Uncle Yan, have you ascended?" Jiang Su just wanted to poke his wound, not really confirming the matter.

What does the sect’s inheritance of hiding from the world and living in seclusion have to do with me?The book he wants is a book on forbidden medical techniques.

He had an evil plot, but he made it clear in front of everyone. This was a true conspiracy.

The sadness in Judge Poison's eyes condensed into water, and he was about to shed tears under the gaze of everyone.

"No, she has passed away. Died of... spiritual energy exhaustion."

"..."

Hearing this, Jiang Su's heart felt like it was being pinched.

Exhaustion of spiritual energy, isn't that the way to die in the original work?Although Heaven has said that Jiang Su, the daughter of the medical fairy, is not the person in the book, the prophecy of that book is indeed not fake.

Spiritual energy depletion is not common among monks, because monks themselves subconsciously absorb the surrounding spiritual energy.

If Yan Yuexi dies because of this, it can only mean... that she was trapped in a place without spiritual energy and exhausted her spiritual energy.

Medical practice consumes spiritual energy, and the only way is to diagnose diseases and refine elixirs.

This Yan Yuexi died for the four words of "saving lives and healing the wounded".