Daoist has facial paralysis

Dahuang Palace

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Zhou Yibei's heart, who was in retreat, suddenly beat faster for no reason. The feeling of anxiety appeared for no reason. He opened his eyes, clenched the copper amulet in his palm, subconsciously put it to his mouth and bit it, lying on his side Wu Bai opened his eyes and looked at him secretly.

Three months... In fact, he couldn't wait for three days.

I really want to see my uncle...Zhou Yibei anxiously recalled the Taoist priest's appearance, and the witch's breath involuntarily stained his pupils...

"Ding..." A piece of broken jade suddenly fell to the ground, Zhou Yibei looked over it suspiciously, and there was nothing unusual about the other broken jade on the wall.

He turned his head and put down the copper talisman, closed his eyes again and began to meditate.

"Ding..." Another piece of broken jade fell, Zhou Yibei's hairs stood up, and he opened his eyes suddenly, "Who?"

"It's me..." Zhou Yibei turned his head and saw a haggard face without the slightest trace of blood as his warm body leaned against his back, "Master Uncle?"

He turned around in panic and hugged the person, "Are you injured?"

"It's just a small injury," the Taoist priest leaned on his shoulder, panting slowly, the breath spilled on the side of his neck, Zhou Yibei hugged him blankly, wishing he could hold him in his palm to protect him, "Master Is Uncle's business over so soon?"

"Not yet..." Dongxinan seemed very tired, "but I want to come back to see you."

"Yeah," Zhou Yibei's heart was pounding but he was puzzled... Today's uncle seems to be a little different...

"Ahem..." Dongxinan suddenly pushed him away, coughing up the scarlet blood of Da Tan.

Zhou Yibei was stunned and blamed himself, he reached out and grabbed the Taoist priest's arm in a panic: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Yi Bei..." Dongxinan clenched his pale lips, and leaned back into his arms forbearance, frowning tightly, his body trembling.

Zhou Yibei couldn't calm down seeing his uncle's appearance, and helped wipe off the blood from the corner of the Taoist priest's mouth, and asked eagerly, "Tell me what happened, and don't hide it from me, okay? I can do anything for you." you do."

"Are you really willing to help Uncle Master?" Dongxinan's forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were clouded, as if he had been in so much pain that he was unconscious, "Yi Bei...help me... ..."

Hearing the last two words, Zhou Yibei clenched his fists, "It will be fine, you and me, don't always bear everything alone, tell me how to help you."

Dongxinan tightly held Zhou Yibei's hand as if enduring unbearable pain, buried his face in the crook of his neck, breathing tremblingly: "Yibei... if the law of heaven is not dead, the uncle will not live... "

"where is he?"

......

At the junction of the human world and Yingzhou, in a corner that is so hidden that you will not find it unless you look for it deliberately, a huge space crack stands in the air like a giant mouth. There is no light at all, and the strong wind keeps pouring into it.

The purple-black witch's aura descended monstrously, and a cold and bewitching man walked out of the purple mist. His eyes were gloomy and unruly like a lone wolf who wanted to kill for no reason. However, he looked behind him and was tightly protected by the group of witches. When I was with a man, tenderness emerged from the loneliness, and my voice was unusually peaceful: "Is it here?"

"Hmm..." A weak voice came from the purple-black mist seen by outsiders.

"I said I would help you, I won't let you die," Zhou Yibei stared into the crack, and flew away.

The moment he stepped into the crack, cold air rushed in from the soles of his feet. Zhou Yibei looked around, and a huge cat-like beast followed behind him.

"I know you're here, don't hide..." The voice pierced into the bone cracks with the sharp cold wind, the surrounding fell into silence, no one answered, Zhou Yibei walked in the depths coldly, every step The purple-black witch breath spread around.

"It's hot..." Wu Xi touched some kind of power, and made a piercing sound of hot oil entering the water.

Zhou Yibei turned his head and looked over, "I found it..."

A dazzling golden light shone in the darkness, forming a human form with golden bones and muscles, "How did you find me?"

"This question is not important, you should ask how I want to kill you."

Tiandao narrowed his eyes, and said in a mocking tone: "Hmph... Could it be that your uncle asked you to come? Did he tell you that if you kill me, you will die too... He wants you to die... "

"Then let's try, what will happen to me if you die," Zhou Yibei turned a deaf ear and turned to Wu Qi, and Tiandao drew closer to fight.

The two fought for a few sticks of incense, and when they fell into a stalemate, Tian Dao, who was restrained by the witch's breath, kept retreating, and a trace of confusion appeared on Zhou Yibei's indifferent expression...Is this... too easy?

During one of his omissions, Tian Dao rushed towards the crack and wanted to escape, but Di Ting wanted to stop him but was unable to do so. He was swept away by Tian Dao vigorously and hit the edge of the crack, and let out a miserable groan. Wu Bai struggled and passed out.

"East, West and South!" A roar came from outside the crack, and Zhou Yibei, who had just picked up the black and white, was startled, frowned and chased out. The clan lore secret technique, the purple witch breath was completely reduced to black, and the figure of a candle dragon pulled up from behind Zhou Yibei, and roared into the sky, the invisible power condensed with a terrifying evil spirit.

"Ah..." Tiandao screamed in horror before he could touch the witch's breath, and his body made of golden light festered from the inside, "The person you want to protect wants to sacrifice you, and you are so desperate ...Feng Tu, look at yourself! You kill me! You also die!"

A strange feeling came from his fingertips, Zhou Yibei looked down at his hands, his fingertips were becoming transparent little by little, he looked at Dongxinan in the mist and fell into a coma, he gritted his teeth and didn't stop The display of the secret technique, "It has nothing to do with him, you will die the same if you say anything."

"Fengtu! Think clearly! You will never see Dongxinan again after I die! Are you willing to leave him!" Tiandao looked at the black hole that had festered on his arm and shouted in a panic.

"I can't see it, and I don't want him to die..." Zhou Yibei put down his hands that were already transparent to the wrists, his whole body melted into black mist, and when he reappeared, he was beside the Taoist priest, and the Wuxi Zhulong was still circling outside Zhou Yibei began to feel the emptiness of the power being drawn away and the strange pain on his transparent arm. He looked at Dongxinan who had fallen asleep, "Uncle, I really I can protect you...don't be unhappy."

"Yibei!" A familiar voice sounded outside the mist, Zhou Yibei frowned, was it the voice of his uncle?But isn't Master Uncle here?

He looked out through the black mist in amazement, and saw another burst of golden light tear open a sky-like crack in the air, and a man with disheveled clothes and blood all over his body came out, with a hint of panic in his face.