When he came to the water wall of the Tianshu City Palace again, Ji Liao asked Tianshu how to save Qinghuo. After a while, Tianshu had no choice.

Ji Liao asked Qinghuo again if someone deliberately designed it, but Tianshu did not respond.

Without a response, it means telling Ji Liao the answer.

Ji Liao exchanged the corpse of Fenghuo Mountain Forest for a reward. Of course, the most important treasure is the painting. This painting is a blank painting, and it cannot be said to be blank. There are a little subtle ink marks in the painting, which seem to be sprinkled on it by accident. If you don’t pay attention, it will be easy to ignore it.

The quality of the painting looks very new, but it is difficult to use the quality of the artifact to determine the new and old.

Ji Liao played for a while and paid the book coins without hesitation, asking Tianshu about the origin and purpose of the painting.

"This is the relics of the painting saint Li Xianzhi, which can be used to trap people." Tianshu gave an explanation.

Ji Liao continued to ask if the painting has other effects.

But he only got the name of the painting, which was "Bone Tathagata".

The four words "pseudo-dream" have never been imagined by outsiders.

He has always had a calm mind, but the meaning of "Bone Tathagata" to him is different. He never thought that he would hear this name again in the strange mountain world.

He asked Tianshu about "Bone Tathagata". Tianshu only knew that the painting saint Li Xianzhi encountered a strange thing in his later years. Since then, he decided to draw a Buddha called Baibone Tathagata, but he could not write.

The ink marks on the painting were the only stroke that Li Xianzhi had exhausted his energy before his death. Later generations collected his relics and did not find the special thing about this painting. They just followed the last wish of the painting saint and called this painting the White Bone Tathagata.

Because the painting was not completed, no one knew what the White Bone Tathagata that Li Xianzhi wanted to draw looked like.

But Ji Liao is unknown why Qinghuo was interested in this painting.

Because it involves the White Bone Tathagata, Ji Liao attached another importance to this painting, but he could only learn more information when Qinghuo woke up.

The reason why Qinghuo was unconscious was that he was hit by a special toxin and curse. Tianshu could not solve this problem, but Ji Liao still had a relatively risky method. This was also a method he was unwilling to try, but now it seemed that he had no choice. After all, he didn't know how long Qinghuo could last.

That method is a secret technique recorded in the Demon Sutra - blood exchange and rebirth!

Ji Liao's blood is obviously not afraid of that toxin. He can replace his blood on Qinghuo, so he should be able to expel the toxins. However, he has never used this method and has certain risks. He must not be disturbed when used.

If Qinghuo was really designed, they would definitely have trouble next.

Moreover, expelling the toxins may not necessarily eliminate the curse that Qinghuo is subjected to.

Ji Liao felt that things were difficult.

He was not depressed because of this, but just kept considering various risks in his heart.

After leaving the palace of the Heavenly Book, Ji Liao asked Wusheng: "Wusheng, can I trust you?"

Wusheng Tao: "Yes."

"What I am talking about is the trust that entrusts life and death to you." Ji Liao said softly.

It was not long before they met, and even Ji Liao didn't know the origin and past of Wusheng, but now he has to entrust life and death to Wusheng.

This is undoubtedly reckless and irrational. If it were any demon, god or qi refiner, it would be difficult for him to muster up the courage to do so.

But Ji Liao always acts a little out of common sense.

Wusheng Tao: "Yes."

His answer has not changed, and his tone has not changed.

Ji Liao smiled and said, "From now on, we are very close friends."

Wusheng Tao: "It wasn't it before?"

Ji Liao said: "I was not close to you before."

...

In the deep forest, there is a cave covered by miasma. There are many Qi refiners in the cave, as well as many poisonous insects and ghosts, or a bloody hand extending from the mountain wall, or a ghost face floating in the cave. Even the lamps in the cave are sparkling ghost fires.

Those Qi Refiners obviously used to it and did not think that the environment in the cave was gloomy and terrifying.

The deepest part of the cave is the wide hall. A stone door opens in the middle of the mountain wall. A middle-aged king wearing a black dragon pattern dress walked out of it. The Qi Refiner in the hall crawled to him and only a woman in black clothes with a face similar to that of the green fire stood long.

"Youlan has seen the Black Bone Ghost King." The woman in black hunched to the middle-aged king and said.

The middle-aged king nodded to her and raised his hand to get the Qi Refiner below to get up.

He sat on the throne at the center high, looking down at the hall.

The green ghost fire illuminated his flawless appearance, and at the same time, the majesty of controlling the power of life and death flowed out of his body, as if anyone was in front of him, life and death could not be controlled by himself.

The middle-aged king said to the first woman in black clothes, "Master Youlan Valley, I have done what you asked for. I sacrificed four deadpools for this, and your promise should be fulfilled."

The woman in black clothes said without hesitation: "I want to see her soul with my own eyes."

The middle-aged king said, "You can't believe me? When she is completely poisonous, her soul will naturally come to my hands."

The woman in black said, "I will not hand over what you want without seeing with my own eyes."

The middle-aged king said lightly: "I will let you see her soul soon."

When he said this, his eyebrows frowned.

"Mirror, go and bring this person back."

A round light appeared in his hand, and there was a picture of blue fire inside. Everyone in the hall suddenly felt the sky spinning, as if the gravity of the earth on him had disappeared.

A mirror came out of nowhere with a strange laugh, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the cave.

The woman in black calmed down and asked, "What accident happened?"

The middle-aged king said: "Someone is removing the poison for her."

The woman in black was startled and said, "Is there anyone who can crack your poison?"

The middle-aged king said: "I also want to know who that person will be?"

His poison has always been the only one who can solve it, so this accident surprised him.

"If that person can detoxify your poison, can your mirror demon bring her back?" the woman in black said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged king sneered: "I don't need you to hand over my work."

The woman in black clothes looked angry and said, "Don't forget, there is someone above me."

The middle-aged king said, "But this is not the Demon Realm, and the people above you can't care about me."

The woman in black had to suppress her anger after hearing his words.

If it is in the Demon Realm, the Black Bone Ghost King is indeed nothing, but in the Mountain Realm, he is indeed a powerful person. When she controls the power of the clan, she will give this Black Bone Ghost King a good look.

The hatred in her heart was like a poisonous snake. The woman in black had already thought about it. After she successfully took power, she would use hundreds of methods to deal with the Black Bone Ghost King.
Chapter completed!