Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

""Hundred Gu Jing" has a saying: Gu is highly poisonous, and only saints cannot invade it. Those Gu monsters refined by Gu insects do not have internal organs, and they are dead bodies. Even if their heads are cut off, they can still be shocked by the Gu insects. Even if your vitality is regenerated like a spring, you will be exhausted, but Gu Yao is endless, and you will suffer losses if you continue to fight hard."

"Even if the Gu poison is difficult to invade the holy body, there are only a few people who can resist the Gu demon. Do you want to sacrifice the saint alone and drain his blood to save others?"

"Why not?"

Xuannan asked back, looking at Yu Fuchen as if it was a matter of course, the latter was about to refute, when Xuannan took his hand holding the knife, and cut off the blood with a stroke between his wrists.

"you!!"

"Aren't you just trying to save people, what are you doing in a daze?"

After saying that, Xuannan took a step in the air and jumped out of the barrier, leaving no room for people to ask questions, and Yu Fuchen and the anxious Bai Zhezhou also rushed out of the barrier immediately, following Xuannan up.

A few huge Gu monsters were lying on the outer wall of the barrier, and when they saw people approaching, they immediately opened their huge mouths. There were still leftovers of meat hanging on the fangs and sharp teeth, emitting a bloody stench that was suffocating.

"Fuchen! Looking at it like this, it should have eaten no less than ten people!"

"Then let it die!!"

Yu Fuchen's saber slashed across, and the Gu Yao roared and was cut into two by the chest, fell to the ground and struggled in excruciating pain.

As soon as the two breathed a sigh of relief, they saw a few tentacle-like granulation sprouts protruding from the Gu Yao's wound, as thick and thin as a human arm, twisting and growing, spreading like climbing vines.

An astonishing scene appeared, and everyone watched as the Gu Yao's enlarged body from the granulation was transformed into flesh and blood, and even the lost head was recreated. The broken Gu Yao was resurrected into two Gu Yao! !

XuanNan sighed, "I told you not to be impulsive, if you chop it into dumpling stuffing, Snow Misty City will be occupied by Gu monsters before tomorrow morning, and it will be even more difficult to deal with."

While talking, he pressed his wounded hand on the Gu Yao's forehead, chanted the mantra in a low voice, and then yelled: "Take it!!"

The blood on his fingertips emitted a dazzling light, causing the painful Gu Yao to scream, and was sealed by the Dharma, his limbs became stiff and he fell down, twisting his body and being unable to do any more evil.

Immediately, Xuannan tightly clasped another pistol transformed from the wounded body of the Gu demon with his blood-stained hand, skillfully imprisoning the two evil spirits.

"See, this is called strength!"

Yu Fuchen, who wanted to praise him, was choked speechless, while Bai Zhezhou stared at the man's bleeding hand, although he didn't speak bluntly, his eyes were filled with distress.

This subtle reaction did not escape Yu Fuchen's eyes, and he saw the slight difference between the two of them, and smiled without saying a word.

Just when everyone was immersed in the joy of controlling the Gu Yao, fires lit up everywhere, reflecting the snowy city under the night as if it were daytime.

Crying endlessly, a large number of people rushed to the streets, screaming and screaming to escape from the pursuit of the Gu monster.

Seeing the prey rushing in front of them, groups of Gu monsters rushed forward and bit them recklessly. Many innocent people became evil ghosts, eating in their mouths and bones in their stomachs. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and blood rained all over the city.

"Don't go out! Go back! Go back!!"

Yu Fuchen's roar was buried in the din of people, and the people ran around like headless flies. The three of them were scattered by the crowd, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Without Xuannan by his side, Yu Fuchen didn't dare to act lightly, for fear of making the situation more unfavorable if he made a mistake, he could only point out the way for the lost crowd.

"Go to the Prince's Mansion in the east of the city! It's the safest place now!!"

Thinking of the chaos in the imperial palace at this moment, Yu Fuchen hurried to go to check the situation, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of stalemate figures on the way, turned his head to see, it was actually a couple.

The man struggled to hug his wife who was out of control and rushed into the fire, while the woman was screaming like crazy.

"Let go!! My child, my child is still inside...I'm going to save him!!"

"Sister, calm down! Not only will you not be able to save Guang'er if you go in, you will even die in it!"

"I don't care! I want to save my child, let me go, let me go..."

Yu Fuchen couldn't bear it, so he stopped and asked, "Do you know where your child is?"

The madam cried and replied: "It's in the room...he's sleeping in the cradle, he hasn't woken up yet, he's still alive, he must be alive!!"

"Ma'am, don't worry, I'll come back as soon as I go."

Yu Fuchen comforted him a little, turned around and went straight to the scene of fire.

The scorching heat rushed towards the face, as if it was going to burn every inch of flesh and blood.

The burnt smell from the burning of earth and wood was very pungent, making it hard to breathe. Yu Fuchen covered his mouth and nose, with one hand in front of him, searching for the baby in the ruins.

He rushed all the way, and was blocked by falling wooden beams several times, and he was afraid that pushing away rashly would cause the whole house to collapse, so he had to take a detour.

Just when his mouth was parched and his body was almost dried out by the fire, a crane came quietly with its wings flapping.

The crane was only the size of a palm, and its whole body exuded a bright color that was more dazzling than the firelight. It circled around him for a week, and let out a sweet and ethereal cry.

Yu Fuchen knew that this was Feng Changhuan's best trick. When he was Lord Fahua, he also taught his young self how to make some bluffing postures. He didn't expect to send that person again today when his injury was still recovering. Useful.

"Master, are you leading the way for me?"

The crane nodded slightly, then flew into the distance, Yu Fuchen followed closely, and soon found the dying baby in the fire with the faint cry.

He immediately hugged the baby, covered the little guy's mouth and nose lightly, and found a shortcut to leave under the guidance of the crane.

Just as they were about to flee the fire, there was a terrifying bang, and then the wooden beams supporting the house collapsed.

Yu Fuchen didn't have time to think about it, and out of instinct, he held the baby in his arms, leaned down and used his arms to buy an inch of space for the baby, and prepared himself for the spine to be crushed by a heavy object.

The dilapidated house collapsed in an instant, and the woman howled when she saw it, knelt down and cried loudly.

"My child... my child!!!"

There was a dead silence for a moment, as if only the pain of the burning fire was still raging.

It wasn't the expected heavy blow, only the scorching heat urged Yu Fuchen to come back to his senses.

It turned out that at that moment of life and death, the crane suddenly turned into a barrier and stood in front of him, resolving the fatal crisis for him.

"Master... I owe you another life..."

Yu Fuchen coughed up a mouthful of blood, stood up vigorously, pushed away the wreckage of the wooden beams on his shoulders, kept pressing on the baby's chest that hadn't heaved for a long time, and silently prayed to God to let the child survive.

"Please, wake up...Little guy, although this world is rotten, it's worth stopping because of someone who loves you. Don't make someone who cares about you sad..."

He kept rescuing dying lives, and even beat the baby with his own spiritual power, finally awakening the sleeping baby.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange man, and he was frightened just now, the baby opened his mouth and cried piercingly, piercing the dead silence.

Yu Fuchen was still bleeding on his forehead, looking back at the stunned couple amidst the chaos, he was full of joy.

"Great, still alive..."

The woman cried and scrambled forward, and Yu Fuchen held the baby in his mother's arms, seeing the reunion of the family of three with joy in his eyes.

"Thank you benefactor, thank you benefactor for saving my son, I will be a cow and a horse for benefactor forever and ever, thank you benefactor..."

The husband and wife kowtowed to thank for the life-saving grace, Yu Fuchen hurriedly helped him up, and took advantage of the opportunity to pinch the face of the little guy who survived the catastrophe.

"It wasn't me who saved him, it was Madam, you refused to let go of your flesh and blood obsession. You can't stay here for long, go to the Prince's Mansion for refuge."

After watching the couple leave with the baby in their arms, Yu Fuchen caressed the wound on his forehead, slumped on the ground, and tried his best to wipe away the dizziness in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, a person appeared in the blurred vision, with plain white clothes and jade-colored skin, stretching out a hand with distinct bones towards him.

Yu Fuchen grasped it subconsciously, only to realize that it was not a familiar touch, and only saw the face of the visitor when his vision was clear, and he did not hide his disappointment at all.

"Why are you..."

"If you're not a good master of your family, you don't have to say it so bluntly. Get up soon, and if you don't hurry up and enter the palace, I'm afraid that all the civil and military officials in the dynasty will become innocent ghosts."

Bai Zhezhou supported Yu Fuchen to get up, put his arm on his shoulder, only to realize that the old wound on Yu Fuchen's chest was torn again, and the five fingers he pressed the wound were stained red.

"Your injury is not good, you should go back to the Prince's Mansion to deal with it..."

"It's okay, this little injury is nothing, I have the effect of Rebirth Gu in my body, the injury will heal quickly, don't worry. It's just..."

"only??"

Bai Zhezhou saw that he was embarrassed, and looked back and forth, but didn't find any new injuries on his body, until Yu Fuchen took a scorched black insect corpse from behind his ear.

"The Gu worm I used to aid my hearing was burned to death, and now... I can't hear any sound."

Hearing what he said, Bai Zhezhou knew that even if he went to the palace, it would be of no avail. The current Yu Fuchen would not only be unable to help, but would become a burden instead, he would pull people back and leave.

Yu Fuchen was still worried about the situation in the palace at the moment, stopped for a moment, and suddenly felt a chill on his face, it was actually heavy rain.

"It seems that God can't stand their evil deeds anymore."

Yu Fuchen pointed to the towering Tongtian Pagoda in the palace city. Standing at the top of the tower was a man wearing a tall hat and brocade clothes. His whole body was wet by the sudden rainstorm, and he looked at the cloudy sky begging for mercy. A gratified smile appeared on her lips.

It was the chief prisoner Sui Chenyue who lived deep in the palace and rarely showed up.

At this moment, he was holding a light blue ball of light with his palms facing up, his expression was both sad and happy.

Yu Fuchen knew that Nine Thousand Years Old was crying at that time, and the tears were washed away by the rain, and the smile that did not come from the heart made people feel sad.

He prayed for a rain to extinguish the evil fire, but he failed to prevent the people of Xueyu from a catastrophe.

The bustling market in the past is now a river of blood.

The city he built was burned, and the people he guarded wholeheartedly were displaced.

It turns out that if you think that you will be able to enjoy the stability in this world if you win the prosperous world, in fact, wishful thinking will always be fragile and vulnerable.

In the end, he still has nothing.