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Chapter 424 Healing
The problem of flying swords is solved, but the problems of flying sword users are still there.

Lu Ang couldn't figure out why they would attack him since he had no connection with Shushan who inherited the "Flying Sword Ten Thousand Miles", and they didn't even know each other. They had no grudges or grudges.

Of course, I did think about it, after unifying the world and establishing the puppet court, I would explore these Tiangang forces that have always been hidden from the world.

But haven’t I done it yet? The plans are still in my head!

Is it a little too early for you to take action here?
Could it be that these hidden forces have divination powers? It seems that there is an earthly evil magical power called [Seeking Good Luck and Avoiding Misfortune] that has also disappeared from the world, and maybe the Tiangang-level [Qimen Bagua] is also good at fortune-telling in addition to setting up formations?
But now I have two colorful talents [Not in Chess] and [Magic Solving Causes], and how can I still be counted against them?

Isn't this too unreasonable?

Not understanding the situation, Lu Ang showed no fear. After putting the two flying swords into the ring, he returned to the magical world again.

Returning to the sky above the battlefield again, the battle continued. The fighting in the city became more and more bloody. More and more barbarians escaped from the city and fled in all directions. They were constantly being pursued.

The morale of the pursuing human cavalry was also surprisingly high. They shouted for kill, their arrows were like shooting stars, and many of them had the heads of several barbarians hanging on their buttocks.

It can be seen that the southern imperial court has indeed cultivated many elites over the years. It may be difficult to fight tough battles, but it is still courageous to fight smooth battles.

Looking at this battle, even if a few barbarians escape back to the grassland, at least 90% of the barbarians will die in this decisive battle in the imperial capital.

If what he took away was really the legendary Immortal Heaven, it would probably take hundreds or even thousands of years for the barbarians to return to the state where hundreds of thousands of troops invaded the south.

However, Lu Ang had no intention of giving them so much time to lick their wounds. He had never had a good impression of such savage and primitive guys.

He has already decided that after four levels of cultivation schools, namely primary school, middle school, college and university, are established here according to the layout of villages, counties, prefectures and capitals, the content of the college entrance examination will be to go to the grassland to obtain the heads of barbarians.

Each head is worth one point, the score is unified across the country, and admission is based on points.

If you don't want to go to a junior college in the state capital, but want to go to an undergraduate university in the two cities, you will definitely not be able to meet the standards without 700 heads.

After watching for a long time, until the sun went down, many places were cleaning the battlefield, and no new flying swords had appeared yet, which made the "variety of styles" part of my sword selling plan aborted.

As night falls, there is a forest of torches in the imperial capital, like greedy snakes, shuttling through the streets. From time to time, houses are torn down, and from time to time, the ground is exploded.

Obviously, they were searching for the barbarians hiding in the city and clearing away hidden dangers in this huge city.

No matter how you think about it, such a project cannot be completed in a short while. Even if everyone is killed, no one can guarantee whether the barbarians will place a curse or leave any hidden dangers somewhere. It may take more than ten years. , and it may even take decades to restore this former capital to its former prosperity.

Under such circumstances, Emperor Feng and the others would naturally not enter the city. The Chinese army's tent was still at its original position, and eight military formations totaling almost 20,000 people were guarding it.

There were golden hammers stretched into the air by tall poles, blooming with bright rays of light, illuminating this area like daylight.

The body of the orange-red phoenix was no longer in its original position, and the Chinese army tent was large enough. It must have been brought back to the tent.

We need to talk about it after all. They should have seen his previous actions. While they are deeply impressed, let’s talk about it today!
Without a word, Lu Ang returned to the world of cultivation again, summoned the old Dragon King, and headed towards the Chinese army's tent.

It's just that this time he didn't activate the full spatial phase, but showed his figure, just like the old Dragon King, generous and open-minded, with his head held high.

Someone fell from the sky, so naturally they couldn't hide it from the guards guarding the Chinese army's tent.

Soon, a dozen armored generals and some strange-looking old men stood in front of the tent. Several of them were wearing python robes and should be royal disciples.

Seeing the extremely handsome Lu Ang, they looked nervous and on guard.

But when they saw the old Dragon King next to them, the expressions of the elders from the royal family changed from vigilance to shock. Their voices were trembling, and they couldn't say anything:
"Dragon...Dragon King...you...how could you..." Obviously, these old men had also participated in the Dragon Palace to recruit a son-in-law.

Before the old Dragon King could speak, Lord Qinghuang's voice came from the tent: "Please come in, Dragon King and this young master."

The guards moved out of the way, and Lu Ang and the old Dragon King walked directly into the tent.

There were many people in the big tent, including many royal disciples in python robes and some middle-aged men in green clothes. They were surrounding the dying orange-red phoenix, turning various colors of spiritual grass and flowers into medicinal mud. , carefully applied to Phoenix's wounds.

Unfortunately, the black air lingering around the wound was unexpectedly weird. The emerald green mud quickly turned black and smelly after being applied for just a few breaths, emitting a strong rotten smell.

The wounds on Phoenix's body showed no signs of healing, and the black energy was not much reduced compared to before, and black blood flowed out from time to time.

Sitting in the main seat in the middle of the tent, Yan Linglong looked serious, while Lord Qinghuang had obviously consumed too much. He felt indescribably weak and his face was very pale.

It must be because a large amount of flames were consumed to help the orange-red Phoenix suppress its injuries.

It was obvious that the Phoenix Fire had little effect on the black energy on the wound.

Lu Ang recalled the spell cast by the barbarian high priest before and the feeling that the bronze box gave people. These black energies should be related to evil thoughts or souls. They are indeed very troublesome things.

He was not good at healing either, so he looked at the old Dragon King again.

The old Dragon King took a step forward, and the men in green dispersed.

The old Dragon King didn't say anything. He opened his right hand and a huge water ball appeared in his palm.

As he turned his fingers, the water mass became smaller and smaller, changing from transparent to greener and bluer.

Finally, it turned into a dark blue ball the size of a table tennis ball.

The small ball was controlled by him to approach the black energy wound. When it was about to touch it, it spread out and turned into a blue water film, wrapping all the black energy at once.

The black energy seemed to be conscious, rolling rapidly and violently!
Fortunately, this water film is surprisingly strong. No matter how the black energy rushes left and right, it cannot break out of the water film.

The old Dragon King used the magic formula again, as if he wanted to uproot the black energy.

Unfortunately, this is not easy either. The black energy seems to have taken root, and no matter how hard the water film deforms and pulls, they cannot be separated from the wound.

After a stalemate like this for a long time, the old dragon king finally shook his head: "No, this thing is already connected to the flesh and blood, and may have corroded the soul. It cannot be removed at all. I can only suppress it now to prevent the wound from expanding."

"Then how can we cure it?" Lord Qinghuang asked quickly.

"I can't help it. You might as well take it back to Wutong Mountain and show it to Old Phoenix." The Old Dragon King sighed: "If it can't be helped, maybe it can only reach Nirvana."

"Hey, okay." Lord Qinghuang sighed and accepted his fate.

"Who is this young master?" Yan Linglong looked at Lu Ang.

"I'm here to negotiate a deal."

(End of this chapter)