Urban Medical Martial Immortal Zun

The moment Lin Tian's words fell, Heishan City fell into dead silence!

Everyone's brains went off the rails.

They all looked at Lin Tian with unbelievable eyes, staring at him stubbornly, each of them was stunned, and they were all in a daze. ,

Even Ji Yun and the others, as well as Nan Rufeng and Zhou Hun, all looked shocked.

for a while.

Many Jiao talents couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

They were a little unsure whether what Lin Tian said just now was an auditory hallucination, or just a joke!

The elders of the Heishan City Elders on the opposite side also came out of the circle.

After a long time, the elder at the head let out a sigh of relief, and said uncertainly: "Young Master, you... what you said just now, do you mean that you can help me get rid of the curse on my body? It is the vicious curse cast by the Dragon Clan!"

"good!"

Lin Tian nodded again.

Really?

Everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes almost fell on Lin Tian.

"But... that curse is passed down from generation to generation!"

The leading elder was very puzzled and asked.

The other Jiaoren monks were also puzzled, and they all had doubts on their faces.

They all know.

The dragon curse on his body has existed since ancient times.

In the Jiaoren tribe, there are all kinds of legends about curses.

It's just that both the Ancient Demon Dragon Clan and the Ancient Bailong Clan have disappeared for tens of thousands of years.

for them.

Originally, this curse was just something in legends, maybe it didn't exist at all.

But after the ancient Demon Dragon Clan and the Ancient Bailong Clan appeared, they all understood that the curse was real.

Moreover, it has been passed down from generation to generation and cannot be lifted!

This kind of curse seems to be integrated into the blood, even if it is to reproduce with other ethnic groups, it cannot be avoided!

Because in today's Jiaoren tribe community, there are also co-exists with other tribes.

But now verified,.

The curse of the Jiao people is true, and it is true that it has been passed down from generation to generation!

How to remove this?

"Elder Lin, you...can you really touch that curse?"

Fang Wen's voice trembled, and he asked Lin Tian expectantly and anxiously.

For the curse of the ethnic group, he has known it for a long time.

Moreover, although he has a skeptical attitude towards this kind of curse inheritance, he is also extremely cautious.

And a hundred years ago, an envoy from the Ancient Demon Dragon Clan appeared in the tribe and cast a spell. At that time, he understood that the curse is not a legend, but the rumors passed down from generation to generation are also true!

This taste of being permanently enslaved and suppressed by the Dragon Clan made Fang Wen feel deeply desperate.

now.

Lin Tian said he could solve this curse, how could he not be excited!

"It's said to be a curse, but it's actually a magical dragon language secret technique belonging to the dragon clan. It can be integrated into the bloodline and become a part of the bloodline. It is passed down from generation to generation and can't be lingered!"

Lin Tian glanced at Fang Wen, nodded slightly, and continued to say to the monks of the Jiaoren Race present: "And to solve this curse, it is natural to let it be stripped from the blood! As for how to solve it, I won't go into details! When I return from Jiaomo Valley and deal with the ancient Demon Dragon and Bailong tribes, I will solve them for you! The point is, you must perform well enough!"

"Ah... great!"

"We shall be free!"

"Ah, I would rather die than I want to be free!"

"Thank you son..."

...

The entire Heishancheng tribe fell into the carnival.

Countless Jiaoren monks were overjoyed with excitement.

Many people even knelt on the ground facing Lin Tian, ​​kowtowing endlessly.

The curse on the body is like a shackle. For the Jiaoren, it is shame, anxiety, humbleness, powerlessness, and endless suffering!

No ethnic group wants to be a slave or servant of another ethnic group!

"Elder Lin, if you can solve the curse, I, the Jiao Human Race, will be at your disposal in the future!"

At this time, Fang Wen's eyes were red with excitement, his dry palms were grasped together vigorously, and he thanked Lin Tian with his fists.

The sword in Zhan Wuying's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he said seriously: "I can represent the Zhanhou tribe. As long as you can solve the curse, my son, I will only need an order from you, and I will definitely go through fire and water!"

Her address to Lin Tian has changed at this time!

"Great, really great..."

Ji Yun became excited: "I just said, Elder Lin is very powerful, powerful in everything!"

Lin Tian smiled and shook his head, signaling Fang Wen to lead the way.

A group of people, Lin Tian, ​​Fang Wen, Ji Lei, Ji Yun, Zhan Wuying, and Fu Meishuang, took Nan Rufeng and Zhou Soul, who had become useless, towards the east of Heishan City.

Over there, where the Flood Demon Valley is located, it is also a hundred miles away from Heishan City!

"Can you really lift the curse?"

Nan Rufeng couldn't help asking Lin Tian at this moment.

"Of course!"

Lin Tian said lightly without turning his head.

After a while, Nan Rufeng gritted his teeth, and pleaded in his tone: "Give me a chance, I don't want to die!"

"No one wants to die! Everyone is afraid of death!"

Lin Tian continued to follow Fang Wen, and said coldly: "You now know how terrible this kind of life and death is coming, right? Other people died at your hands, and you never thought about their fear?"

"You killed my fellow tribe of the Shanhe Tribe, didn't you think that one day you would face this kind of fate?"

Fu Meishuang's eyes were red, and he scolded angrily.

She wished she could slap Nan Rufeng to death.

But she can't, she doesn't want Nan Rufeng to die so cheaply!

"And my sister, my clan!"

Zhan Wuying also shouted coldly.

Then he slapped it away again, making De Nan Rufeng stare at him, feeling as if he was going to die.

Nan Rufeng felt aggrieved.

He slaughtered many tribes, how could he think of such a day?

Because in the entire Jiaoren tribe, he is one of the top existences.

There are very few who can be his opponent!

Only half an hour.

In a primeval forest.

A huge mountain range appeared.

On this side of the mountain range, there is a huge valley appearing there.

From a distance, the mountains on both sides of the valley tower into the clouds.

But the cloud above is clearly a little light green.

Below the valley, you can see clusters of green clouds, rising and falling continuously.

The green clouds and mist make people look shabby!

"That's the Flood Demon Valley!"

Fang Wen pointed to that side and said: "The rising cloud and mist are the poisonous mist inside. Even a strong person in the astral realm must be careful when entering it. If one is not careful, the poisonous mist may enter the body. It is very difficult." Force it out! Without a powerful defensive magic weapon, ordinary monks would not go deep into it! But in the Dragon Demon Valley, there is a magical water pool that can cure hundreds of poisons!"

And as they got closer to Jiao Demon Valley, Nan Rufeng and Zhou Hun were already trembling even more with fear on their faces. ,

"No, we don't want to enter Flood Demon Valley!"

Zhou Hun shouted.

He would rather die now!