City tour of the master of cultivation

With a slight wave of Zhou Yi's hand, three lovely and stubborn elves jump onto Zhou Yi's shoulder. After sitting on his shoulder, they follow Zhou Yi and the four prophets to go out to the shabby God worship temple.

After waiting outside the temple, Zhou Yi found that in the temple, the open space under the hillside extends all the way to the forest in the distance, and there are dense communities of native species everywhere. If you look around, there may be tens of thousands of people.

Even Zhou Yi was slightly surprised that there was such a big battle in front of him. The two on the left are the prophets of wind and earth, and the two 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 foot of the hill, "the God has sent down his Oracle and sent his chosen son to live and die with us. The young man you see is Mr. Zhou Yizhou, the chosen son of heaven. We will call him Mr. Zhou Yizhou in the future

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

Then, the dense native people fell to their knees and cried out slogans. Zhou Yi has seen similar scenes both in his previous life and in his present life. It is a person like the supreme religious leader who will encounter similar scenes when touring.

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

Obviously, the social form of these primitive species is still in a primary state of worshiping God similar to the primitive society, and the God is everything in their life.

Zhou Yi is dignified, standing high and overlooking all living beings. Fortunately, he was once on the top of the world. For him, these are just children. He just wants to wave his hand and smile. He doesn't want to speak like a politician in front of thousands of people like a god stick.

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

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

The first strong man rushed a few steps and knelt down on the hillside. His forehead kowtowed continuously on the ground. With such force, he even kowtowed his forehead with blood.

Zhou Yi looks at the strong man in surprise. The strong man's walking pace is very vigorous, and he is also a strong master with the strength of the earth.

Behind Zhou Yi, the fat earth prophet said softly, "Sir, this man is from our ethnic group, and his name is Tu. His daughter Liu was poisoned by a strange poison a month ago. We useless old people have no way to treat it. Not only Liu, but also many young girls had similar symptoms one month ago, and they were almost incurable. Even hundreds of girls have died. "

Speaking of this, the faces of the four prophets became extremely heavy. Zhou Yi looked around them and saw that things were very serious.

"How many girls have this disease?"

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

Looking at the changing face of the wind prophet, Zhou Yi didn't ask for a word. Maybe these prophets communicate with the gods through themselves, not only to restart the road of enlightenment, but also because of this strange disease suddenly appeared in the ethnic group.

In an ethnic group, the age of sixteen or seventeen is the time for young girls to have their first child. If there are really 3600 girls suffering from the same incurable disease, it is equivalent to delaying the descendants of this generation for several years. If it is the means of someone or a certain force, I am afraid that this person or force is too vicious and terrible.

Zhou Yi has seen too many intrigues, and even some of them can be executed for thousands of years, so he thinks a lot. But at this time, no matter his status as the son of heaven or the withering disease of the young girl in front of him, he has no second choice, the first is to treat the disease.

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

Zhou Yi moved God out, which made the strong man feel more stable. There is more trust in Zhou Yi's eyes, and more hope.

Zhou Yi walks up to the girl and looks down at her. Girls should be very beautiful and healthy girls, just because they are suffering from the disease are disfigured, thin skin and bones.

Because of the relationship between the original species, both men and women, are almost wrapped in animal skin, only those high-level prophets will wear some high-level clothes and so on. The sick girl in front of her is just wrapped in a kind of animal skin like fox skin, exposing a large area of wheat skin. On the skin, there are tattoos like black flowers, giving people a kind of gloomy and terrifying feeling."Do you like tattoos like flowers on your body?"

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

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

The prophet of the wind took two steps, right behind Zhou Yi, and said with a heavy voice: "every girl in the later stage of her illness, from her navel to her chest, will appear such a black flower like tattoo. 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 nods. Zhou Yi said hastily, "are there any other sick girls nearby? Bring some patients here. "

After hearing Zhou Yi's command, seven other girls were brought in. They were in the same state as the girl named Liu. Two of them were in a better state, and they were still sober. The black flowers in their lower abdomen were in full bloom, giving people a kind of demonic feeling.

"Can I have a quiet environment? There are too many people here. I need to cast a spell to cure. There can't be too much interference. "

"Well, we've got a place for your husband. We'll go with you now. "

Accompanied by four prophets, accompanied by a large number of native species of warriors, carrying eight sick girls, Zhou Yi was generally sent to a spacious stone house that had been prepared long ago.

This stone house has no other characteristics, but one, that is, it is very large.

After Zhou Yi had eight sick girls put in the room, he asked the others to leave. But the four prophets and many warriors didn't go far, they were guarding around the house.

Zhou Yi went forward to check the girl's abdomen and chest one by one. For convenience, the skin of some girls' chest was untied, revealing the girl's most tender part. But Zhou Yi didn't have any profanity mood, just carefully checked every girl's belly button began to grow, winding to the chest of black flowers. Some are a black flower, some are two black flowers, each one seems to be death in the same grimace.

"The flower of death? This is not the flower of death, but the witchcraft withered by cardamom. Damn, how can there be the figure of Wuzong in this world? It can't be wrong, these girls can have such a wide range of diseases, because the cardamom in the forest is withering. "

Originally, it was a kind of witchcraft. Now it seems that Zhou Yi's tattoo is not a curse. Wuzong should be regarded as a school of cultivating immortals, but because of its unpredictable means and fierce tactics, it is rejected and suppressed by many schools of cultivating immortals.

Zhou Yi never thought that in Mo Yan's domain world, there would be the curse of Wuzong, cardamom withered. The withering of cardamom, which was once encountered by Zhou Yi in his last life, is a kind of specific witchcraft launched specifically for young girls who are about to get married and have children. Zhou Yi doesn't know how to launch it, but he knows that only the caster who has completely removed the witchcraft can remove the withering of cardamom.

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

"Four prophets, these girls are not sick, but cursed. One of them is a curse witchcraft called cardamom withering."

"Curse witchcraft? Are you sure, sir? " The fiery prophet of fire jumped up and his eyes widened.

Zhou Yi nodded, "I'm sure that's curse witchcraft."

"Grandma is a bear. I knew it must be the bastards who demonized people. What's the matter? Am I right?! I said, "we should send troops to kill those bastards!"

"Wait, demonize people? Prophet of fire, do you mean to demonize people