Namo Amitabha

08

"Since the demon is not here, the first thing to do is to see if there is a way to break the poison and save these villagers."

"Yeah." The monk nodded, and pushed away an old room with him. The people in the room were stiff and lost their breath, as if they were really dead.

Although Feng Luo said he was well-cultivated, he was indeed not proficient at dispelling Gu and curing diseases.

He is an ancient dragon living above the nine heavens, and there are very few things in the world that can hurt his flesh, and even if he is hurt, he can recover quickly.

Dragon blood can break barriers and detoxify, so there are few Gu poisons that can be effective for him.Dispelling various Gu poisons on their own, the only difference is the time required.

He tacitly gave way to the monk and let the monk see it.

After the monk finished watching, he frowned, feeling puzzled.

"Why, it's hard to understand?"

"The blood of the person who has broken the Gu poison can be used as medicine to induce it."

"It means that in order to undo this Gu, you must hit this Gu first and then untie it. Only then will the blood be effective?"

The monk nodded.

"It's not easy, you come and get my blood. You know that dragons are invulnerable to all poisons." Feng Luo looked up calmly, looking up into the monk's eyes.

Unexpectedly, he saw a trace of complicated emotions.

The monk shook his head, and seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end he only said, "These villagers can't bear the blood of the dragon."

He had a good reason for what he said, Feng Luo couldn't find a place to refute it, he could only watch the monk pierce the villager's skin with a needle and then pierce his own skin.

Seeing him pierce his skin with the needle without hesitation, Feng Luo's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't tell what it was like.

Then look at the monk sitting there, the poison flowed along the blood, almost like the wind, sweeping across his skin with bruises, the bruises rose to his chin at one point, the monk's brows were closed, and there was no expression on his face, but the hand was almost pinched. Into blue and white.

Feng Luo felt as if his heart had been gouged out again and again, and he felt distressed belatedly.

Suddenly the monk's eyebrows were knit together, and they didn't relax for a long time.

Feng Luo pursed his lips and looked at him, with a serious expression on his face.

He's only serious when he's angry or when the situation is serious and extremely worrying.

Show off your cold nature.

The dragon in the nine heavens, no matter how hot-blooded it is, it is still cold in its bones.