Su Wenbo quickly came down from the mountain.

After he could no longer feel the invisible pressure, he knew that he had finally escaped from the sphere of influence of "Guiyuan Guan".

He quickly took out his phone and pressed the shortcut key.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk!

After a few waiting tones, the phone was picked up.

"Hey, little uncle, let me tell you, I met an expert today!"

On the other end of the phone, my junior uncle Xuan Mo was wearing plain white Chinese practice clothes, sitting cross-legged on a futon and meditating.

There was a mobile phone in front of him, and the phone was in hands-free mode.

"Oh? Master? What kind of master?"

The young uncle tried his best to suppress the rolling black energy, but there was no trace of it in his voice.

Still as gentle and cool as moonlight.

"That expert is from Guiyuan Temple. Uncle Master, have you heard of Guiyuan Temple? It is a small Taoist temple that is very popular on the Internet!"

"It is said that it has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and the founder of the mountain is still a powerful captive. I asked my uncle and the others, and he vaguely heard about it. Unfortunately, in the past hundred years, Guiyuan Temple has declined!"

"...However, now that they have an expert, they have actually set up formations around the Taoist temple. My fairy binding rope was taken away by that expert!"

"By the way, little uncle, do you know how she took away my magic weapon? Oh my God, it's so amazing. She actually cast the magic from a distance, and I didn't see her at all."

Su Wenbo was like a child seeing a new world, talking endlessly into his cell phone.

There is no grievance, let alone a complaint, it is simply a desire to "share".

The young master's white forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his figure began to shake slightly.

Even if you don't have your eyes open and can only see with your naked eyes, you can still tell that this person with the highest cultivation level, one of the two masters of Xuanmen, is enduring great pain at this moment.

If you open your heavenly eyes, you can see those abnormal energy fluctuations, and you can "see" that the body of the young master is filled with a black energy.

The black energy was like winding dragons, traveling through his body along his meridians.

At first, the black air only gathered at the wound.

But as time went by, the young master's uncle's control over the corpse poison became smaller and smaller, and the black energy actually spread to his limbs.

If the black energy spreads all over the body and finally invades Zifu's Dantian, then the little uncle will be completely "blackened" and become a half-human, half-corpse monster.

Junior uncle has a high level of cultivation and amazing talent. If he turns into a zombie, he might even become a big boss comparable to Fei Zombie.

If that is the case, it will be a huge disaster for Xuanmen and ordinary people.

The young uncle's responsibility and mission as the first person in Xuanmen does not allow him to "fall" like this.

He is too proud and reserved to tolerate that he will become a monster.

However, the young master's uncle searched all over the Taoist sect's "masters", the Buddhist disciple Huizhi, the owner of the Immortal Medicine Valley, and several ancestors who had been in seclusion for many years...

There was absolutely nothing they could do to deal with the poison in the corpse of their junior uncle.

If the young uncle hadn't been tough-minded, he probably wouldn't have been able to bear the torture of "waiting helplessly to die" and would have given up on himself and killed himself.

"Oh? The hoopoe bird that opens up intelligence, and the white fox?"

The veins on the young uncle's neck and arms had bulged out, and his figure began to shake greatly.

But he can also forcefully control his voice, tone, mood, etc.

Anyway, even his nephew, who was most familiar with him, didn't notice anything unusual in his response.

The little nephew, who has always been a bear, is still talking in high spirits and dancing -

"That's right, little uncle, the spiritual birds and spiritual beasts have all gained cultivation. One by one, it's as if they have become spirits."

"Uncle Junior, although in my heart, you will always be the most powerful and awesome person."

"But, I must admit that the master of Guiyuan Guan must also be very evil."

"I have a feeling that her cultivation level is higher than lower."

When talking about the comparison between high and low, Su Wenbo was a little vague subconsciously.

He didn't want to admit that there was someone in the world who was more powerful than his junior uncle, but the experience just now left a deep impression on him.

He also cannot talk nonsense without conscience.

That tall man, tsk tsk, is really "tall".

"Higher but not lower? Compared to me?"

The little uncle originally just dealt with his naughty children casually.

But when he heard the words "only high but not low", his heart was suddenly touched.

The young uncle understands the young nephew. The child's words are vague, but the meaning is very clear——

The master of Guiyuan Guan, compared with his junior uncle, his cultivation level is only higher but not lower!

【In this world, there is someone with a higher level of cultivation than me?!】

Junior uncle thinks this way, not because he is arrogant or arrogant.

In fact, today's little uncle, more than ever, desires someone with a higher cultivation level than himself.

There is no other reason. Only by finding such an expert can we remove the corpse poison from his soul!

This is one of the two methods currently available to treat him.

Another way is to find a real fairy doctor who is more skilled than the master of the Fairy Doctor Valley.

It's a pity that such people, like the masters whose cultivation is higher than that of my junior uncle, are extremely difficult to find and are almost rare.

Now, when he suddenly heard about such a "master" from his nephew, he was not moved.

It's not that the young master is greedy for life and afraid of death, but as long as he is a human being, even if he cultivates to become an immortal, he is instinctively afraid of death.

The young master's uncle is not simply afraid of death, but more importantly, he doesn't want to die in such an unworthy death——

In the ancient tomb in the southwest, he failed to kill the flying zombie, but barely sealed it, leaving behind troubles.

There is still the possibility that Fei Zong can break the seal and continue to cause harm to the world, but Xuan Mo has no chance to fight Fei Zong to the end.

Alas, even if he died together with Fei Zhan at that time, my junior uncle would not be so regretful and aggrieved.

"Oh, little uncle, I, I just have that feeling!"

"In my opinion, you are always the number one person in Xuanmen, the most powerful and the most evil!"

When Su Wenbo heard his junior uncle's whisper, he thought he had said something wrong and made his junior junior uncle disappointed, so he hurriedly shouted loudly.

Try to tell the other person in a loud and firm tone: Junior uncle, no matter what, you are the number one in the world in my opinion!

Through the mobile phone, Su Wenbo's eager look could not be seen. The young uncle knew his child very well, so just by listening to the voice, he could imagine what the young nephew looked like at this time.

The corners of his lips curled up, and the young uncle felt particularly comfortable.

Wenbo, this kid, is a real bear, but he is also really considerate when he is considerate.

Well!

The young master's uncle was slightly distracted and temporarily stopped running his exercises. The black energy actually took the opportunity to attack the city and seize the territory.

The young uncle was hit by the collision, and there was another sharp pain in his soul.

He couldn't help but want to cry out in pain, but in the end, he forced himself to swallow back the moan.

Gritting his teeth, he continued to run Wuji Jue desperately, and strands of spiritual energy began to gather, bit by bit dispelling the powerful black corpse poison.

"Wenbo, you just said that your immortal rope was taken away by an expert?"

After suppressing the raging corpse poison again, the junior uncle continued to chat with Su Wenbo.

"That's right! It's the fairy rope you gave me. I originally thought that the spiritual bird was good, and wanted to catch it to relieve your boredom, but I didn't expect-"

Kicked onto the iron plate.

Not only was the bird not caught, but even the tools for committing the crime, ah, no, it was the incomplete spiritual weapon given to him by his junior uncle, were taken away.

The most pitiful thing is that he also paid compensation.

Wow, 50,000 yuan, a total of 50,000 yuan.

Although Su Wenbo is a dandy and a Xiu N generation who is favored by his elders, he does not have much money.

Cultivation is the most expensive.

Especially recently, he always felt that something was wrong with his junior uncle, as if there was something wrong with his body or his cultivation.

But the junior uncle didn't say anything, and he still looked calm and relaxed.

Su Wenbo didn't dare to ask too much, so he could only think of a solution secretly.

There are a lot of training materials on the market and black market, but these cost money, and the "base price" is often five figures.

Su Wenbo looked at his pitiful savings, and found that he didn't even have enough money to buy a Peiyuan Pill.
To be continued...