Bug Master In Doomsday

After the fierce battle between the blood horse and Wang Mang, Bai Jue heard the news and sent it directly from Gushan City to the battlefield of the raid.

Xuanhu had the ring of the doomsday that Wang Mang gave him. He just communicated a few words to Bai Jue. When Bai Jue asked for a location, he hung up the phone and appeared in front of the castle a moment later.

Seeing Wu Jian surrounded by evil spirits, he almost recognized Wu Jian's identity at a glance. Wu Jian saw that he had come, and he also took the initiative to release his control of the corpse.

‘Patter! The icy corpse crashed to the ground, barely condensing a half-human figure suspended in the air, and the uncondensed legs turned into black and condensed evil spirits.

Bai Jue saw this, with a hint of urgency between his eyebrows, "Wu Jian, where has the master gone, is he seriously injured?!"

The lingering black mist showed a serious face and nodded, "The master's current state is still stable, there is no life-threatening danger, but he passed out in a coma."

Bai Jue sighed with relief when he heard this. He rushed from Gushan City to the heart of the perilous cultivator. He was also worried about Wang Mang's physical condition. Hearing that the master was in a stable state, his anxious heart was relieved. half.

He let out a sigh of foul breath and looked at Infernal Affairs: "Does the master need some healing potions now? I'll let Fu Wendao send it over!"

Wu Jian agreed with the trend: "Whether it is so, the master's current body does need to recover, but more importantly, it is the mental injury. When fighting the blood horse, the master's blood and soul blocked a punch with all its strength, if It would be best if you can find some rejuvenating potions."

Bai Jue immediately turned around and shouted at a guard beside him: "Now return to Gushan City immediately and inform Fu Wendao to bring all the mental recovery potions in the treasury, and buy all the highest-level potions in the stele!"

The guard nodded when he heard the words, and left the gate of the castle with a few leaps like a black lightning. After Bai Jue gave his instructions, he still looked at the people around him with some worry, and leaned closer, whispering:

"Wu Jian, although I'm a little cautious, it's better not to disclose the position of the master for the time being. The rats in this cultivator city have not been cleaned up!"

"Then please hurry up, all the cultivators in the city must be cleaned up. I hope that the master will get the good news that the invaders have been killed after they wake up."

"I'm doing things in a white sleep, don't worry about it!"

Bai Jue pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, a pair of long and narrow eyes oozing vicious and fierce light. The reserve team that had been mopping up had already entered the city. The captive servants and disciples had seven or eight thousand disciples, and one more. The team has long been subdued, and the cultivator rebels brainwashed by him.

They didn't show any mercy when they killed the same door, and they knew all the hidden hiding places in the city. Within one night, he felt that he would turn this city of cultivators into a dead city!

"Quick! Don't let them escape from the secret road!" The cultivator with bloodshot eyes, coldly shouted at the more than 20 violent and **** subordinates behind him.

A stone gate half a meter thick in front of it gradually became shallow and sunken under destructive spell attacks one after another, and within three seconds, this gate was about to break!

"Boom!" The thick stone gate was suddenly blasted away by a scorching fireball, and the two dozen men in black who were ready to go screamed like a wolf howling, and rushed in frantically and excitedly.