Chapter 1793

"It seems that grass seedlings are growing on the ground!"

"Yes!"

On the ground that was originally full of yellow mud, grass seedlings kept popping up. Originally, everyone would be frightened, but after these grass seedlings grew out, they no longer grew wildly and floated vigorously with the wind.

The air all around becomes fresh and comfortable instantly.

It's refreshing!

Everyone couldn't help relaxing.

Lord Fang couldn't help but say, "melting the spell will make everything grow?"

Duanmu yawang said: "in fact, the green plants in the polar region have been calculated. I believe Lord Fang also knows the situation in the low region, and I don't know whether it will be new there."

"Yes."

Huofei whispered, "the more serious the spell is, the more obvious the melting is. The lower area is the most obvious place of the spell. The situation there will only change faster than here."

"That's good."

Although many people in the low-level areas do not work properly and are full of thieves, they are also too poor.

There are also her friends in the low area.

If you can, Duanmu yawang still hopes that her friends and those people can live better.

The green plants grow, the snow in the sky has gradually been heard, and the lightning and thunder are no longer. Soon, the sky slowly becomes clear.

The sun poured down from the clouds and glittered a little golden.

Duanmu yawang was thinking about whether it was about to be completed. Gong yulanzhi suddenly appeared around him.

Before Duanmu yawang spoke, Lord Fang on one side couldn't wait to ask, "Gongyu, has the spell melted?"

"Yes."

Gong Yulan returned a word coldly.

Lord Fang didn't mind either. He kept smiling.

Exile street is really free!

A master and Mr. Xian couldn't calm down when they saw Gong Yulan. They took a breath and knelt down together, "thank you for saving me from exile!"

Gong Yulan frowned.

Duanmu yawang was helpless. "Two old gentlemen, please get up quickly."

When the two old men saw Gong yulanzhi, they almost didn't look at them and didn't care. They were excited and pulled up by Duanmu yawang.

"Thank you, Gongyu."

Lord Fang felt that he was laughing wildly. When he heard the two old gentlemen thank him, he realized that he was impolite and quickly bowed his hands to thank him.

"Lord Fang, you're welcome."

Gongyulan stopped talking and Duanmu yawang said it for him. Moreover, she found that gongyulan's face was wrong, "a little uncomfortable?" her lips were a little pale.

"My brother should have released too much spiritual power." huofei said, "let my brother have a rest."

"OK."

Duanmuya looked at the other Lord and said, "I'll leave it to you. I'll explain it to the people. Many people are still injured. I urge you to treat them quickly. Let's go back to your house first."

"OK."

Lord Fang hurriedly said, "Gongyu, have a good rest."

His words fell. Gong Yulan stopped Duanmu yawang and the little white deer of the fire Fei Buddhist Scripture. They all disappeared in a flash.

Zhuzhifeng came forward, and the other master said, "we also want to go back to West Street to convey good things to the people in our street, so we'll go back first. Lord Fang, take care."

"Take care, too."

Zhuzhifeng nodded, looked at zhuzhimeng and left with the others in West Street.

There were some nobles who didn't trust before and wanted to hold the memorial ceremony normally. They still couldn't believe the news and stood in place with their brains buzzing.

Lord Fang didn't bother to pay attention to them and went to do what he should do with his subordinates.

After Duanmu yawang and others returned to the house, Gong Yulan didn't stop for a moment. He fell down on the bed with a white face.

"Gongyu Lanzhi!"

Duanmu yawang was frightened and said anxiously, "are you okay?"

"How about overuse of power? Can it be all right?" the Buddhist Scripture that came back with them muttered, and Gong Yulan glanced at him coldly.

The Sutra shrunk its head and immediately took out a bottle of fairy dew from its arms.

Gong yulanzhi took it and took a sip.

After a drink, he seemed to live a little, closed his eyes and took a breath.

Then he drank a few more mouthfuls, almost half a bottle of Xianlu, and handed the bottle back.

"Better?" Duanmu yawang saw Gong Yulan's face for the first time.

"Yes."

Gong Yulan nodded.

"But your face is still very white. Go to sleep first?"

"OK." Gong Yulan stopped his fingers, took off his shoes and lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

At first glance, I knew it was still very uncomfortable.

Duanmu looked at his heart like it was burned by fire and looked at the Sanskrit Sutra.

The Sanskrit Sutra naturally understood, sighed and didn't want to disturb its master, so it whispered: "This ghost place is really an evil place. The curse spirit is heavy. Things should be more troublesome than the master imagined. First of all, those rooftops and walls have accumulated hundreds of years and thousands of years of history. It is not easy to manipulate them freely and completely destroy them. Of course, Tianzhu is also very important to melt the curse spirit. Only by completely destroying the power of Tianzhu can we begin to eliminate them Therefore, the master has a lot to do, and the power required for each is beyond your ordinary imagination. Even he can't bear it. "

Duanmu yawang felt complicated and wondered, "but wasn't the Tianzhu broken before?"

"It's just broken. If someone has enough strength, it can still be repaired." the Sanskrit Sutra said, "in fact, it's not the people who exile the street here who want to repair the Tianzhu most, but those mantras. If the Tianzhu is destroyed, they will try their best to repair it. Only by completely destroying it can we solve the fundamental problem."

"I see."

"Also, you know, the master can't stand the turbid air in this world. The curse spirit controls everything here, and it's even more miasma. The master is very uncomfortable since he came in. It's estimated that he doesn't want you to worry, so he hasn't shown it all the time."

Duanmu yawang looked at Gong Yulan, who was lying in bed for a while and fell into a deep sleep. His face was as pale as paper. He felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Yes, she took care to chat with Gong Yulan and didn't notice it.

Forget that, too.

"Xiaoya Wang, don't blame yourself too much." the Brahma Sutra pulled her sleeve and said, "you haven't seen each other for a long time. The master is always running around. He hasn't had time to see you. He always comes only when you have an accident. It's good if you don't complain and understand him."

Duanmu looked at Gong Yulan's haggard face and said nothing.

She just feels that Gong yulanzhi has his own mission. She interferes too much and obstructs too much, which will only make him more difficult.

Huofei felt duanmuya looking sad and comforted her: "sister, you don't have to feel sorry for your brother. In fact, I can feel that my brother is very happy every time he comes to see you, so he can endure the turbidity."

"I know."

Duanmu yawang reached out and rubbed his head, "can fei endure turbid Qi?"

Huofei shook her head, "my realm is not enough. I still have turbid Qi. It's not patience. It's just a little all the time.

"So it is."

Sounds simple and complex.

The Sanskrit Sutra said, "however, the little master grows up very fast. It is estimated that he will be patient in a short time."

The little white deer put in a sentence: "Fei Fei can go back to Jiuchong heaven."

"I can't go back for the time being."

Fire Fei could not see any expression on her face and said, "moreover, it's no use going back."

The little white deer tilted his head and looked puzzled.

Fire Fei's lips curled up and rubbed his head, "you'll understand later."

"Oh."

The little white deer pouted and stopped asking.

The Buddhist Scripture looked at Gong Yulan and couldn't help sighing: "however, it's also a good thing not to understand."

Huofei was stunned, but she also nodded.

The little white deer thought of one thing, ah.

Gong Yulan frowned.

Duanmuya looked at her molars and stretched out her hand to hit him, "you die. What's your name?"

"The source of Linghu!"

The little white deer stamped his feet anxiously, "master, haven't you found it yet, the source of the Spirit Lake has disappeared, and uncle Yan has disappeared!"

“！！”

A word awakened the dreamer. Duanmu yawang heard the little white deer say that he really found that he knew the darkness in the sea and had nothing!

Her face turned white.

"I found it when you were sleeping!" the little white deer stamped his feet. "I guess it's not that in the process of your euthanasia, the source of the Spirit Lake also disappeared, and uncle Yan in the source of the spirit lake disappeared?"