A few rumbling sounds, like summer thunder, resounded in the gloomy dense forest, and the white powder rain poured down from the sky, mixed with green, forming a two-color rain curtain fluttering and sprinkling, like a barrier between the two worlds of yin and yang, connecting light and darkness.

When the first column of saints was busy, the last two columns of saints followed from afar, and the saints who were idle had time to examine the green sea and flowers under the rain, and the shadows of flowers dotted among the green grass were dotted with green blue, and the divine pen made the grass greener, the flowers were fresher, and the snow white that flew from the sky instantly drowned out all the beauty, and the colors that originally belonged to this world became gloomy and quiet.

"Look what kind of grass this is," cried one of the saints in amazement.

Several holy priests gathered around, and saw a root-like thing growing among the green grass, with yellow red hairs and short leaves attached to it. The large leaves that are extracted are branch-like. The leaf surface is blue-green with bluish and yellow spots, and the back of the leaf is bluish-white with reddish-purple spots. No flowers, no fruits.

"What is this??" Several saints couldn't remember for a while, and they always felt that the name of the medicine was on their lips, flashing in their minds, but they were dumb there.

The sound of a bell ringing reached the ears of several people, "broken bones".

"Yes, yes, to mend the broken bones" there are saints who cater to the Tao.

"The main treatment of this medicine??" After the saint nodded, he also wanted to study pharmacology in depth to show his breadth of medicinal knowledge, but he had just started, and his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of it, and he opened his mouth for a long time, and his face was red.

A somewhat impatient chime rang again. "Break the bleeding to stop the bleeding and repair the wounds. The main bone is poisoned with gas, wind and blood pain, five labors and six poles, feet and hands are not collected, hot at the top and cold at the bottom. Sores, rotting flesh, killing insects. Grind the end. Pig kidney simmering, hollow food, treatment of tinnitus, kidney deficiency and long-term ejaculation, toothache". Said a lot in one breath.

Several saints were stunned. In astonishment, they saluted each other. "The holy friend really has a thousand medicines in his chest, and he knows all kinds of reason, and he admires and admires." A few people were confused when they heard it, and Xie was also confused. I didn't figure out who said it for a while.

"How dare you, how dare you, go pick it quickly" Zhong Ming's voice was a little impatient. The politeness of the answer is not lost in the voice of anxiety.

"Oh, go, go", a few people hurriedly walked between the broken bones, took out the green devouring crystal, and sucked the medicinal essence.

A few people stopped not far away.

"Holy friends, who are the first holy friends talking to?"

"I don't know what to do. Talk to yourself."

"What are they talking about around the branches"?

"The branches are fine," said the priest himself, laughing.

"Holy friend, you have really become a refined."

"You're big". With that, the saint glanced at the saint in front of him. After skimming, the eyes of the saint straightened, and the neck stretched longer and longer, and then it became a goose's neck.

I saw the priest in front of me pouting his ass and busy in the green branches. Took a step, went into the black branches, and took another step. There were a little more black branches behind him. As he walked further, the branches behind him changed color little by little, slowly turning into a pile of broken sternums.

A few saints, while sucking, while happy, walked deeper and deeper, did not feel the change behind them at all, the broken bones were getting longer and shorter, but the year was getting higher, fifty years, one hundred years, one hundred and fifteen, several people had this joy in their hearts, and the old man who had to pout his butt after the most was the highest, and his head was almost on the ground.

The priest who collected the medicine did not feel anything. The saint behind him was dumbfounded, and several people trembled all over their bodies to follow the plague chickens, constantly trembling, their teeth clattering, and their outstretched hands kept shaking, trying to open their mouths but not open. I heard a distant bell ringing in the middle of nowhere. "What else to see, run".

Only then did several of the saints react, and one of them turned sharply and ran backwards. I saw a white expanse behind me, several saints moved out, as if running in the water, their clothes were fluttering, and the saints were flying their arms and strides, showing the slow motion of running in the white water.

When the saints ran away, they opened their mouths and bared their teeth, their faces were swollen and red, their eyes turned from big to red, and they inhaled hard, as if there was a pool of water, and it was useless for the saints to breathe, and the harder they sucked, the more they suffocated to death. I wanted to shout hard, but a gust of white mist flew in, and I rushed into my mouth. Then the white gas in front of him became heavier and heavier, and all the saints disappeared into the mist.

Whew, a gust of wind blew, and the white and green powder on the grass flew, like bursts of white and green waves, and after a few ups and downs, the running saints disappeared between the grass waves, and the wind passed, gently swaying the green grass and the air was empty, as if there had never been such a group of people here.

"Holy friend, we can pick these, there are too many, we can't pick them, call the back. A saint priest bowed his back and said this, but his hand did not stop, but he tilted his head and looked at a holy friend not far away. The latter words were swallowed back.

I saw that not far away, a thing was pouting its buttocks, its face was black, its eyes were already protruding more than an inch long, there was something that I didn't know if it was tears or blood, it fell drop by drop, the mouth opened wide, a black tongue stretched out, and a hideous color appeared on the face. The hand that stretched out to be busy had changed color, black as a ghost's claw.

Hearing the question of the saint, he tilted his head, stuck out his tongue and whined. "Okay, you go and call."

The saint sensed that this was the ghost of hell talking to him, and his frightened hair stood on end, and his whole face was distorted and distorted. He didn't dare to straighten his waist, turned around on the spot, covered his mouth, but grabbed a slippery, long, round thing with one hand, and the saint's eyes didn't look down, and his eyeballs turned straight for a turn.

The saint seemed to realize something, and raised his hand, then rolled the whites of his eyes, and with a clatter, he fell headlong into the pile of bones. The pile of bones fell with a thud. There was no more sound.

"Holy friend, these people are too unsophisticated, we have been clearing for so long, and they don't know how to come and change it, don't they treat me as the wronged leader?" The voice is high, so I am afraid that the people behind will not be able to hear it.

"Who knows the way, tell them to change." The saint finished. The three of them stopped their spells at the same time and looked back.

"Hey, man, fuck, we're working hard in the front, they're resting in the back." A saint shouted discontentedly.

The three of them opened their mouths and cursed, and the trees behind them were loud and loud. But after dozens of curses, no one answered in the dense grass in front of him. Not even a sound at all.

At this time, countless red dots flew out from the trees behind him, each with a thread ten times thinner than a hair, and the red dots flew closely, like a small red tongue, constantly bending, throwing out a little red juice.

In the blink of an eye, they flew behind the three saints, and the three of them were about to fly back to see what those unscrupulous people were doing hiding in the grass, when they suddenly felt their hair tighten.

The three saints unconsciously grabbed their hands in their hair, thinking that the holy friends were joking with themselves, "Don't make trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hair hurt and pulled his whole body into the air, and the three of them were furious, and they wanted to hit each other with holy magic with their backhands. He cursed in his mouth. "You're fucking looking for death, it hurts so much."

The three saints felt the sound of wind in their ears, and then their eyes went dark. When it was lit up again, the three of them were dumbfounded, their vision was dim, and the light shone in the dimness, and countless small tongues flew in front of them, dripping with small juices.

The three saints opened their mouths and shouted "Help". Before the word "life" was shouted, countless small tongues flew into their mouths, and before the three of them closed their mouths, they heard the sound of cracking, and the word "life" of the three people became a "ah" sound. Then there was a pain, and a stream of blood spurted from his mouth. When the three priests closed their mouths, blood was still hissing between their teeth.

Then a sound of clothes being torn was heard, and the clothes on the three saints were instantly torn into powder. The three saints were still feeling the pain in their mouths, and a small popping sound sounded again, and countless small red tongues pierced into their skin.

The three saints felt a numb pain in their bodies, like countless small mosquitoes biting into their skin at the same time, and then felt a strong suction pulling at the flesh and soul.

The three saint boxers clenched their clenched hearts, trying to fight the soul-draining feeling, but this struggle was futile, and a distant voice sounded in their ears and in the depths of their hearts.

"Come on, I'll give you a new amount of power."

"Come on, I'll give you a new amount of power."

In this call, the consciousness of life gradually drifted away, and the last ray of light lit up in the depths of my mind, and everything melted into the darkness.

In the darkness, three corpses fell from the sky, no, not only three corpses. In the darkness, there are countless corpses falling, hanging, hundreds, thousands, no one can see clearly. I saw countless red rays of light gathering one after another, scattering, gathering. Everything was killing silently.

At this time, the entire Xiaolan Mountain was covered with clouds, and the saints who were busy opening the mountain with pink trees disappeared into the sea of fog. The fog was formed suddenly, without the slightest precursor of a change in the weather, and it seemed to appear from the sky in an instant, and it seemed to rise from the ground in an instant.

All the saints were stunned for a moment, their bodies became wet, and the bone-piercing chill made everyone shiver, and before they knew it, they reached out and wrapped their clothes, hugged their arms, and heard a click, and the clothes on their bodies could not withstand the pulling and cracking.

Everyone looked down at their clothes and exclaimed, only to see that the body had turned bloody, not torn apart by themselves, but cracked when the body expanded. Under the frightened gaze of everyone, the face, body, arms, and legs were constantly expanding, getting bigger and thicker. The first to break were the eyes that shone with an incomprehensible light of terror, and after two small and small violent sounds, everything went to darkness. The miserable cry was mixed with another violent cry. The whole space melted into the blood mist, bloody like a death purgatory, and everything was calm again. (To be continued......)