Countryside Magic Doctor

Immediately, the picture turned again. He Feng looked at him in surprise. He was surprised to find that scattered soldiers were walking through the jungle like scattered defeated soldiers.

Some of them fell down constantly, or were bitten by leeches, or because of hunger, or because of poisonous insects and beasts, or because of malaria here, or because of the cold gun from the devil behind.

In short, there are countless bodies behind them.

In this dense jungle, there was no daylight, and countless soldiers of the troops fell here.

He Feng knew in his heart that the scene here should take place in the primitive jungle of Myanmar, not far from here.

He saw this thing twice in a row. He didn't know what was going on, but he was very confused. He wanted to know the answer, but he couldn't know it.

At this time.

The scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and nihilistic ghosts appeared in front of him.

The ghosts were in ragged clothes and their hat badges were dim, but the various cloud flag medals hanging on their chest were still shining.

The steel gun in his hand suddenly lit up, and blood remained on the bayonet. They were probably the bones of countless Yan and Huang soldiers who died in that battle.

The soldiers were facing He Feng, their mouths moving constantly, and two words appeared on it, home or home.

When he Feng saw what these two words meant, he only heard countless voices coming home.

There are Sichuan accents, Hubei accents, Hunan accents, Guangxi accents, Yunnan accents, Henan accents, and even northeast accents. In short, the dialects of all places in Yanhuang region reappear here.

All the soldiers kept shouting "go home".

He Feng was a little surprised. Immediately, he bowed heavily to the countless loyal souls gathered in front of him and said, "I'll take you home."

Then something miraculous happened.

The ghosts that had just spread all over the house disappeared, and the whole house returned to its original state. At this time, he Feng continued to look around, and there was no trace of gloom.

Even, there is no residual smell of ghosts.

In general, the loyal souls of these officers and men are for the country, family and people when they live. When they die, they will not harm these people.

The ghosts disappeared. He Feng put down his heart and didn't continue his cultivation.

But he thought carefully. He thought that these ghosts who died in a foreign country may have taken root and sprouted locally. I'm afraid they can't do without them. Unless they can find all their bones and send them back, they won't be able to bring their souls to the world at all.

Suddenly, he Feng felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to do. After all, the bones of more than 100000 soldiers were scattered in the countless jungles and savage mountains on the China Myanmar border. It was almost impossible to find them one by one.

Moreover, the bones of many soldiers have long been integrated with heaven, earth and nature, and can't be found at all.

But when he thought of those soldiers coming home with a sad breath, he Feng hesitated again. He was thinking, is there any way to take them home?

There was no such method in the tonic stone, perhaps because it was a long time ago. At that time, mankind did not give birth to the three realms of yin and Yang. Therefore, this method was not needed at all.

He Feng thought there and thought that if he was a Taoist, he could gather these souls together, just like what a general said in his poem.

Recruit the old headquarters in guiquantai and kill the hell with a hundred thousand banners.

But how can we gather them?

This is a problem, a very difficult problem to solve. When he Feng was thinking, suddenly, he felt that there were bursts of low voices in the sky stone.

The voice is very familiar. It seems to be Yunzhu who has been together day and night for a long time.

He Feng suddenly thought that Yunzhu must know this method, so he hurried into the space and shouted: "are you there? How are you? Can you still appear?"

The voice didn't come out. He Feng frowned and stayed in the space. He knew that if he hadn't forced Yunzhu through the space barrier when he was crossing the thunder robbery, he would have been cold.

He is very worried about the safety of Yunzhu. If Yunzhu dies because of him, he will blame himself very much.

At this time, when he Feng was already discouraged and thought he had just listened by mistake, a weak voice came out again in the space.

"Master, inject Qi into the tonic stone." in the space, there was a weak voice of Yunzhu.

After he Feng heard this, he was overjoyed and hurriedly withdrew from the space. Then, he ran the formula of opening the sky and poured his true Qi into it.

Just as he Feng was injecting Qi into the sky mending stone, the sky mending stone began to change a little. The sky mending stone began to appear colorful and gorgeous, extremely beautiful and gorgeous.

The colorful Qi hovered around him. He Feng had never seen this before. He was surprised to see this scene, but his actions still kept pouring the Qi into the sky mending stone.

More and more Qi in He Feng's body was injected into it, and the sea of Qi gradually dried up. When most of his Qi had been exhausted, he Feng wanted to take back the strength of injecting Qi into his body, but he was surprised to find that he couldn't stop at all.

The sky mending stone is like a turbulent black hole. It is crazy swallowing his true Qi, but it still doesn't see the bottom. The more it sucks, the faster it sucks.

He Feng couldn't get rid of it at all. He Feng suddenly burst out a huge cold sweat on his forehead. If he continued at this speed, he would be sucked into the body in two or three minutes.

You know, the speed of Tonifying the sky stone swallowing the real Qi is too fast. He has no way to absorb the real Qi from the air to supplement the exhausted real Qi in his body.

He tried hard to break away from the sky mending stone. However, all this seemed to be in vain. The sky mending stone was like a huge suction cup, which sucked into his palm and wouldn't let him loose.

Let him try his best to think of various ways, but it is still so, and the breath of despair is spreading.

He Feng can obviously feel that there is less and less genuine Qi in his body.

That kind of feeling is very bad. The sweat on He Feng's forehead is more dense.