Lucky little miracle doctor

Oh oh oh!

An inexplicable sound suddenly came, and several people turned around at the same time, and saw a big red figure standing on the way they came. It was a woman with a phoenix crown and a rosy hat, with black hair, but her whole body was covered with red hair, and her eyes were It was hollow and eerie, with sharp red nails on both hands, like razors.

"I go……"

Yao was mentally prepared, and everyone took a breath of cold air.

Wen Renhong was shocked and said: "It's the Eighteenth Patriarch!"

I heard that the family has a genealogy, and the genealogy records that there are many women who entered the ancestral land, but only the clan leader has a portrait. The only one who entered the ancestral land wearing a wedding dress was the eighteenth ancestor. She was an exception. That year, her lover died tragically and her curse was advanced. He broke out, got married in the underworld, and then took his lover's body into the ancestral land.

Zhang Chi's Immortality Secret began to stir, and a sense of crisis enveloped his whole body. He also had a bad premonition that the Eighteenth Ancestor was coming for him!

Moreover, the eyes of the Eighteenth Patriarch were staring at him.

Zhang Chi secretly retreated to Wen Renli's side and said through a message: "There's something wrong with you, the Eighteenth Patriarch."

Wen Renli secretly said: "She has unresolved karma and is unwilling to accept it. She doesn't seem to have suppressed it over the years. Moreover, it seems that she has completely lost human consciousness. But don't worry, if there is a fight, I will protect you."

"If you use a hammer to protect me, I feel like she can kill you with one slap."

Zhang Chi is not joking. The Eighteenth Patriarch gives people a very scary feeling. The richness of his Qi and blood alone is far beyond that of the God-Returning Void, which means that this is probably the period of transcending tribulation or the Mahayana period!

"Everyone, be careful."

Luo Ying shook her hand, and thorns appeared in her palm, "Let me try her methods."

Inspector Li said solemnly: "She is only the eighteenth ancestor. We are looking for the first few ancestors. We cannot find the great ancestors, at least the second and third ancestors."

The two sides were ten feet apart, but the Eighteenth Patriarch did not make a move. His gloomy eyes exuded a terrifying light under his red hair, staring at Zhang Chi. At a certain moment, she raised her sharp hands, and in an instant, a twisted figure emerged from the nearby forest. Walking out, there was a pale-faced scholar, dressed in linen clothes, shrouded in the deathly aura of the underworld, his eyes had no whites, only black eyes.

He is the lover of the Eighteenth Ancestor, and he is still alive, or in other words, alive in another way.

"Up!"

Luo Ying gritted her teeth, turned into red light and waved her military thorn, getting close in an instant.

Strangely, the scholar dodged and took the assassination with his bare hands. In just a moment, the Eighteenth Patriarch disappeared.

Zhang Chi and others were startled, where are the people?

call out!

Zhang Chi and Wen Renli, who were standing at the back, froze and turned around mechanically, only to see the Eighteenth Patriarch appearing behind them, with sharp nails touching their shoulders. The two of them didn't even understand what was going on. , and was taken away by her.

"not good!"

Fang and Li took action too late during the inspection.

"Li'er!" Wen Renhong was shocked, but unfortunately there was no one around. Mu Ning laughed secretly in his heart when he saw this. If Zhang Chi died, the duel could end early.

An unknown area with mountains and mountains.

Zhang Chi and Wen Renli appeared in an open space. There were dense tombs here, and the names of Wen Renli's family were inscribed on the inscriptions.

In other words, many descendants of the Wenren family who first entered the ancestral land died and were all buried here.

The red figure stood near the tomb and looked at the two people.

Wen Renli gritted his teeth and knelt down, "Wen Renli's fifty-fourth generation great-great-grandson, Wen Renli kowtows to our ancestor."

The Eighteenth Patriarch did not respond, and his eyes were still fixed on Zhang Chi. Zhang Chi's scalp was numb, and he was about to clasp his fists, but suddenly the Eighteenth Patriarch was in front of him. At this moment, the two sides were face to face. Zhang Chi stood on his head with all the hair on his body and had goosebumps.

The Secret of Immortality also automatically operates on the mechanism, which is a kind of natural hostility. The boundary between life and death is almost broken at this moment.

The Eighteenth Ancestor slowly approached, and Zhang Chi felt suppressed and locked by the invisible death energy. The fluorescence of the Immortal Body Protection Technique spread half a meter. If not, the death energy might have invaded his mind at this moment.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, and when their faces were less than half a meter apart, the red hair on the Eighteenth Patriarch's body receded like the down of a dandelion, revealing his face as white as jade, and the cold and solemn look in his eyes. Dissipated, as if a normal person was standing in front of him.

It was the life realm brought about by the violent operation of the Immortality Art that temporarily suppressed her death energy.

"Senior, are you still alive?"

Zhang Chi stuttered a bit, holding on for dear life without retreating.

The Eighteenth Ancestor nodded, took off his fingernails and stretched out his jade hand to touch the relaxed cheek. She had no body temperature, and the touch felt like ten thousand years of ice, which made the relaxed cheek hurt.

"The breath of immortality, you are of that lineage..."

Her voice seemed to have crossed the river of time and fell into the relaxed sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhang Chi responded in shock, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You still have a familiar aura on you, the pure death aura of Hades. Where does it come from?"

"This junior has just accepted a disciple, named Bai Lu."

"Bai Lu... such a familiar name, I can't remember it... but I should know it..."

The Eighteenth Patriarch frowned slightly, seeming to be deep in thought.

Zhang Chi looked at Wen Renli, who seemed to be frozen, and said secretly: "Senior, she is your descendant, please don't hurt her."

"I know, you make a contract with me. Your breath of immortality can help me suppress the breath of death. I want to get out."

The Eighteenth Patriarch made a request, but Zhang Chi was a little confused.

"I won't hurt you. I want to lift Wen Ren's curse. I discovered some secrets. Is this the purpose of your trip?"

"Yes……"

"Take me away. There is no need to look for other people, and don't go deeper. The Great Ancestor's consciousness has sunk. It is dangerous to get close to him. The situation of other distant ancestors is also very bad. It will be dangerous to get close."

The fingertips of the Eighteenth Patriarch fell on the relaxed eyebrows, and the black blood pressure filled with lifeless energy rose.

In an instant, the life seed of the Immortality Art in the body transformed into green light and enveloped it, and finally fell together onto the spiritual platform.

The aura of the Eighteenth Ancestor was fixed, and the terrifying death aura remained at the Great Perfection in the early stage of spiritual training and return to the void.

At the same time, Zhang Chi heard Jing Feng's howling voice in his mind, "What did you do! How come I have red hair growing on my body!"

Zhang Chi was stunned, "You're not going to change too, are you?"

"No, but my hair turned red!"

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

There was a black line on Zhang Chi's head, and then she saw the Eighteenth Ancestor taking a few steps back and leaving the range of the Immortality Art. However, her red hair did not appear again. This was the power of the contract. The Immortality Art balanced her death energy. She recovered.

"Congratulations, senior." Zhang Chishang hurriedly flattered, and the eighteenth ancestor said softly: "I am the eighteenth generation ancestor, Wen Renxian."

"Hello, Sister Fairy."

"Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you."

"Your lover..."

What Zhang Chi wanted to ask was what happened to the scholar.