The strong wind swept through the entire Tianzhu crack, turning the land like an iron plow. To the east of Yunwai Valley, three miles away from the miasma, a city gate that was still under construction was also destroyed by this sudden wind, crushing countless six people who built the city to death.

Although the wind has stopped, the disaster caused by it cannot be eliminated in a short while. Two days have passed, and the bodies of the six subordinates under Chengguan have not been removed.

The group of people came to the bottom of the city gate. Nine strong men wearing evil tiger masks were naked and carrying a carriage. The high priest of the "Heluozhong" sitting on the palace stretched out his sharp fingers wearing bronze armor and pointed at the bottom of the city wall.

"Why haven't these corpses been removed yet? If a plague is caused, who can take responsibility?"

The city official who was in charge of the construction next to him whispered: "Report to the high priest, there are still many breaths left in these six lower tribes, so they are very concerned when moving the destroyed stones and woods..."

The high priest's voice was cold and unquestionable: "The people in the lower realm were eyeing each other, and the pillars of heaven were shaking these days. If they took advantage of the situation, there would be more than the hundreds of thousands of subordinates and six subordinates who died at that time?"

"I understand." The city official wiped his forehead and lowered his head to wait for Luanyu to walk away.

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Below the collapsed city walls, the dumped wood and stones were gradually cleared out, and the bodies of many ragged six tribes were discarded and covered with shrouds.

"This man has a breath, but it's a pity that he broke one of his hands."

"Give him some fun."

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"Well? This man has good hands and feet, and he doesn't seem to be seriously injured. He was just knocked unconscious, and he still has some use..."

Li Buzhuo's ears were filled with noisy noises, and he only heard some people approaching, dragging him out of the soil and rocks roughly, and then threw him on the bumpy ox cart. His nose was filled with mud, rotten grass and blood.

"This Ching is very lucky. He didn't hurt his muscles and just fainted."

"There are not many people in the lower six tribes who can protect the statues of the six tribes in their arms at the critical moment of life and death. But the next one depends on his fate."

Li Buzhuo heard others say, as if he was commenting on himself. In his trance, he subconsciously hugged the wooden stick with the painting sword in his arms again.

Where am I?

By the way...

Li Buzhuo vaguely picked up his memory.

He had traveled through the miasma before, and he had suffered miasma into his body dozens of times, and his whole body was almost invisible. Finally, he forced himself to walk out of the miasma fog in one breath. Seeing a collapsed city wall not far away, he fell into the ruins and lost consciousness when he approached.

"It seems that I have fallen into the hands of the gods now. I don't know which of the six upper tribes..."

Li Buzhuo thought it was terrible, but fortunately, the illusion that blocked the mark of the blood curse on his face did not need to be maintained at all times. At this time, others did not discover their identity, and the painting sword in their arms was not lost.

"They seem to directly regard me as the six subordinates. It seems that my disguise has not been seen through. Hiss... I must figure out the current situation as soon as possible, otherwise I will be too passive. But I am seriously injured now and cannot even move my body... This injury..."

Li Buzhuo forced himself to look inward and observed his own injuries. He saw that his eyes were devastated and his meridians were exhausted. He realized that he might have to recover to the level of self-protection at least ten days.

There were still silk threads of internal qi left in the body, and Li Buzhuo transported all of these internal qi to his eyes to repair the damage. After a while, he was finally able to barely open a thin slit of his eyes.

With a ray of vision, Li Buzhuo saw all the injured, and the cart was covered with blood-stained rag bag-like clothes, constantly jogging.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the car finally stopped. Li Buzhuo and the injured person in the car were carried into a large room. There was a large bunk shop inside, which was already full of the injured person, and the smell of herbs and suffocation from wounds were everywhere.

"It's a lucky chance to stay here without getting infected with the plague. I'm afraid few people can go out alive."

Li Buzhuo sighed in his heart that he had some understanding of the difficulties of the next six tribes before coming, but he experienced them personally, but it was another feeling. However, this kind of place was inconspicuous, but it was a good place for him to recover from his injuries.

"I'll stay here for a few days. When my injury recovers, I'll plan to do it."

Li Buzhuo made plans and lay in the corner to recuperate.

Every day at noon and dusk, the injured people in the house would be fed a meal of porridge made of unknown food and herbs. Li Buzhuo stayed for six days, and most of the injured people around him had died. His body had recovered a little, and he could speak, but he could not move. Most of the time he pretended to be sleeping, and occasionally he said a few words to the doctor in the house, pretending to be amnesia.

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"You really don't even remember where you came from?" the old man asked Li Buzhuo.

Li Buzhuo shook his head.

The old man frowned and looked at Li Buzhuo. As the "Shouhuan Clan" with the highest status of the lower six tribes, he did not have to do hard labor, but took care of the injured in this temporary shed. But he was not the upper six tribes. He had only the chance to learn some shallow medical principles and was helpless about the situation in front of him. He had to sigh and respectfully said to the middle-aged man wearing a purple-green robe by the bed: "Master Dikong, most of the injured people here have been healed, and only this person... Although he is already in good health, he seems to have his head smashed.

Li Buzhuo followed the old man's gaze and looked blankly at the middle-aged man and the other two upper six tribes behind him, thinking about his own situation.

From the conversation between these three upper six tribes, the middle-aged man seemed to be named Yin Youluo. He had stars embroidered on his shoulders, and the words "Dikong" were engraved on the waist of the six tribes. The lower six tribes could not say the names of the upper six tribes, so the old man in the ring could only respectfully call Yin Youluo "Dikong Lord".

These three people seemed to be the few people among the upper six tribes who were concerned about the lives of the lower six tribes. When they came to this temporary shed, they actually treated many injured people.

"The illusion on my face is unseen, but I am seriously injured and cannot see through the cultivation of these people in front of me... They are different from the six lower tribes. If I see through me, I will die... The inner qi that has been recovered in the past few days is enough for me to fight to the death, but it cannot support me to escape."

Li Buzhuo thought in his heart, Yin Youluo looked at him a few times and said to a sixth tribe next to him: "Ruhui, come and take a look."

The six upper tribes, known as Ruhui, directly held Li Buzhuo's wrist when he heard this. Li Buzhuo felt an internal qi drilling into the meridians along his wrist.

"This person has a low level of cultivation, so he should sit in the middle realm..."

Li Buzhuo's heart moved and hid his inner qi and soul. The inner qi of the upper six tribes swept along Li Buzhuo's meridians and then took it back by him. He immediately shook his head at Yin Youluo.
Chapter completed!