fifth form

"Leech therapy doesn't seem to cause the leeches to be absorbed into the body, right?"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't save the Shiquan Dabu Pills, but he found a gourd filled with water.

This gourd cannot be said to be useful, but it seems a bit magical to say it is useless.

He took the gourd and didn't play with it twice before he saw the painting demon being sucked into Wei Shao'er's body with a swish.

This made Zhang Xuezhou look at Chunyu Tiying and Zheng Wukong.

"The problem is that it's not a leech," Chunyu Tiying complained: "What else are you hiding there? Why did such a flat guy come out!"

"This seems to be some kind of ancient painting that turned into a demon." Zheng Wukong guessed, "This one is even rarer than a ginseng doll!"

"It's true that it's rarer, but I'd rather have a ginseng doll!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed at Wei Shao'er, followed Zheng Wukong's inference, and asked everyone what to do now.

Whether it is a doctor or a Xuanhu Sect, they have to do things after receiving money, and Zhang Xuezhou also took advantage of Wei Shaoer's affairs to enter a secret place to practice.

Accordingly, the three of them must have someone who can help and try their best to keep Wei Shao'er alive.

There seemed to be some problems with Hua Yao's leech therapy, but Zhang Xuezhou couldn't care less. Looking at Wei Shao'er holding his belly, he felt that he was about to reach the stage of childbirth in the textbook.

"There seems to be something strange in her belly. I'm going to help her try to induce labor first to see if the symptoms can be calmed down," Chunyu Tiying said.

"Prepare the sword...the sword, where is the concubine?"

Zheng Wukong pinched his beard and described what he wanted to do. He touched his beard twice and thought about his student only when he realized that no one handed him the knife.

"Yiyi is a step behind me, but it should be fine." Zhang Xuezhou said: "You have hands and feet, and you can move now, so you can't hold the knife by yourself?"

"I'm just going to pay attention to the ceremony, and then I'll help the students in the area gain some knowledge!"

Zheng Wukong muttered twice, opened his treasure bag, and then took out an extremely sharp short knife.

The short knife was held in his fingers. When Zheng Wukong opened his mouth and spat out, a burst of flames spurted out from his mouth and rolled onto the blade, burning the edge of the short knife reddish.

His unique skill may look a bit intimidating, but its actual function is only to sterilize and prevent infection.

Zheng Wukong twirled the short knife between his fingers and reached out to touch his waist before he remembered that the gourd had been given away.

This made him wave quickly, and then pulled the gourd around Zhang Xuezhou's waist and poured water to rinse it.

When the temperature of the short knife dropped rapidly, Zheng Wukong had already lifted up Wei Shaoer's skirt with the knife.

The swollen belly and red skin immediately came into view.

There really wasn't much to see under the skirt at this time. Even if Zhang Xuezhou didn't know anything about it, he just felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

The blood-water mixed with feces and urine was pulled out, Zheng Wukong's eyes were free of distractions, and the short knife danced for a while.

"This child's body is upside down and his hands can be seen now," Zheng Wukong said.

"That's not a child's hand." Chunyuti glanced at it and quickly looked away: "Her body was too heavy, and her body changed immediately!"

"Change... I treat it like a child's hand." Zheng Wukong said angrily: "If she doesn't want to be a man, we have to help her then."

"Let's see if we can expel this Dragon Yang power first," Chunyu Tiying said: "After it is expelled, the body will be normal!"

"I haven't heard of anyone who has possessed demonic power that can be expelled by giving birth to a child," Zheng Wukong said.

"She can't, but maybe the one who got sucked in can!"

Chunyu Tiying waved to Zheng Wukong, which made Zheng Wukong immediately put his head close to Wei Shao'er's belly.

"Hey, you evildoer, Master Dao will accept you today!"

In the belly, the painting demon's voice was majestic, like a moralist who slayed demons.

This made Zheng Wukong marvel. He felt that this kind of demonic creature was so strange. It could actually penetrate into its abdomen to kill demons.

"Hey, I don't believe that I can't defeat you!"

……

"Hey, Master Dao will fight with you!"

… ˆ ˆ “Hey, that man, help me quickly!”

Zheng Wukong lay down and listened for dozens of seconds, and gradually began to feel something was wrong.

"The little demon seems to be dying. It's asking for help." Zheng Wukong waved to Zhang Xuezhou.

"I listen!"

Zhang Xuezhou also came over.

"Help, this thing has the soul of the ancestral dragon. It wants to melt me. Get that scroll of painting quickly. I want to go back to the painting!" The painting demon shouted in Wei Shao'er's belly: "I know its foundation, you Get me out quickly, and I will tell you how to deal with it!"

"Come on, nothing you said is true," Zhang Xuezhou complained.

"Keep it safe...ah, help...Jinxia, ​​Nezha, help, I will never leave Dongtianmen again!"

The painting demon yelled, and for a while he burst into tears and confessed.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that this guy should be aware of the big risk, but he was not at the point where he would die immediately.

There was no special benefit in leaving the painting demon in Wei Shao'er's belly, so he had no choice but to leave the wing quickly.

"Yiyi, your teacher asked you to get a knife!"

While running home, Zhang Xuezhou also saw the frightened concubine and the Madonna Wudang standing more than a hundred meters away, quietly looking at the Zheng family house.

He shouted, which brought Yi Yan back to his senses. After wiping a handful of snow on his face and regaining consciousness, Yi Yan got into the side room.

"This little girl must have seen me throwing you into the courtyard, and then guessed my identity, so she was shocked!"

The voice of Madonna Wudang came into his ears in the distance, which made Zhang Xuezhou curious about what was special about the identity of Madonna Wudang.

However, Zhang Xuezhou had no time to pay attention to Wudang's explanation. He ran back to the study to get the scroll of Saint Kong, and after running back and forth, he returned to Wei Shao'er's delivery room.

As soon as the scroll of Saint Kong was unfolded, the painting demon rushed out like a tired bird returning to its nest, rolling up a golden wave of blood.

"Hey, Master Dao is back home, goodbye!"

When it possessed the scroll of Confucius, it did not forget to reply proudly.

But the painting demon's proud face did not last for two seconds, as the scroll of cloth spontaneously ignited without fire in an instant.

The painting demon possessing the painting had no time to twist its body and shape into the appearance of Immortal Taiyi, and then fell down from the painting in a panic.

"You monster, not only did you take possession of my treasure, you also set fire to my paintings!"

Zhang Xuezhou raised the gourd and poured water directly into it. Before he could extinguish the flames, a big hole had been burned in the scroll, and most of his previous drawings of Saint Kong were burned away.

This made Zhang Xuezhou's heart skip a beat, and he felt that the advantages he had taken were being lost step by step.

"I didn't know her blood essence was so strong. This is simply a hundred times more powerful than the dragon blood on your cousin's body." Hua Yao complained, "Without the body of the great saint of the demon clan, anyone who bears this kind of Zhiyang essence blood will be destroyed." Burn until dry!"

"Come on, I didn't even watch Young Master Wei being burned to death!"

"She belongs to a woman's yin body, and she is pregnant with a child. She has been using dark things to counteract this yang power. Ah... it's so hot!"

The painting demon spread its body with golden blood waves, spitting out a small mouthful of golden substance, which immediately caused blazing flames.

"You must suppress it, otherwise before it dies, it is likely to control this woman's body and turn into a dragon and escape," the painting demon shouted.

"What is turning into a dragon and escaping?"

"It turns people into dragons, wildly destroys everything around them, then explodes, and then escapes with blood on the ground to look for Yinglong's demonic body!"

"Isn't that dragon dead?"

"He still has some remnants, so maybe his blood essence is still active. Besides, I don't know what kind of blood essence you used. What's going on with this blood essence? This is definitely not normal dragon blood!"

The painting demon kept shouting and spitting out golden things.

When it pounced on the scroll of Saint Kong again, the scroll was still burning as before, and a large flame swept down, burning the place where it lived.

At the same time, a voice finally came from this ancient painting.