"It seems that she has lost her mind for the time being. Let's take him out of here first!" Jing Ling, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Zhang Zhifeng agreed in his heart and said to the woman: "I am a cultivator passing by... I, I am a medical practitioner, I can save you!"

"..." The woman stared at Zhang Zhifeng and said nothing.

"I'll take you out of here first." Zhang Zhifeng shook his head, and a skill rolled up the woman and was about to leave.

"Wait, he!" The woman stretched out her hand and then Zhang Zhifeng saw that on the side of the sea god statue, there was a young man fainting. He was not fainted by the golden-armored godworm, but his head hit the stone platform and fainted. He had obviously knocked his head, and the stone platform stained with tiny blood was stained on the stone platform again after Zhang Zhifeng's dust purification technique.

When Zhang Zhifeng saw the woman looking at the boy, he looked gratefully in his eyes. It was estimated that the boy should have been hurt because he stopped the group of guys from invading the woman!

Half of the boy was rolled up, and Zhang Zhifeng completely closed the two of them with his skills to ensure that the plague would not spread.

Take them all the way to the sea.

The beach showed a golden color under the sunlight, and the sparkling sea surface was also very calm at this moment. Zhang Zhifeng placed the two on the beach and used several holy medical skills to them with all their powers and destiny.

"Tell me quickly, how is your clan's land? You haven't been infected with the plague, right?" Zhang Zhifeng asked at the woman.

The woman did not answer, sat on the beach and looked at the distant sun on the other side of the sea. The sunlight shone in the beautiful blue eyes, with misty mist, beautiful and charming.

Zhang Zhifeng was unintentionally watching. When he saw the woman not speaking, he felt anxious and another dust-purifying technique was sprinkled out.

The woman trembled slightly, finally turned her eyes and stared at Zhang Zhifeng in a daze. After a while, she replied: "It's useless. Unless there is the cleanest fairy lotus on the top of the snowy mountain, it can purify this plague."

Zhang Zhifeng said nothing. He knew that the woman had seen that she was extraordinary and hoped that she could go to Daxue Mountain to pick lotus, but she didn't know that she had just come down from Daxue Mountain.

The immortal lotus in Daxue Mountain has long been picked by the cultivator of the Nine Death God.

"Tell me, where is your clan's land? How is it now?" Zhang Zhifeng was anxious and decided in his heart that if the woman did not answer, he would immediately use the power of his mind to forcefully read the other party's memory!

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ps: I was a little confused. I originally planned to write a tragedy, but I suddenly couldn’t write it after writing it here. Please leave a message to decide. Let’s decide the fate of the beauty!

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