Chapter 519: Immortal and Mortal Miasma Shows Its Power

Li Fan hurried to catch up when he saw that something was not right.

I saw Senior Sister Zhao checking the condition of the cultivator in front of her from a distance with a serious face.

"Ahem..." This disciple of the Dao Sect had stagnated at the Nascent Soul stage, but at this moment he was no different from a mortal who was about to die of illness, with empty eyes, blurred consciousness, and a weak breath.

He coughed violently from time to time, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

There was a hint of gray death on his face, and he was so weak that he was not at all like a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Li Fan was shocked.

Just now, this cultivator didn't seem to be so serious. It was just a short time when he went to find Senior Sister Zhao, and his condition actually worsened a lot.

"Is he under some evil spell?"

Li Fan also squinted and looked at him.

"Ahem... Daozi?" In a trance, the cultivator saw the two people standing in front of him, and subconsciously struggled to get up and wanted to salute.

"It's okay. If you don't feel well, don't move around. Have a good rest." Senior Sister Zhao stopped him and said gently.

"Hmm..." This Da Dao Sect disciple had never seen Senior Sister Zhao so gentle and approachable in his life.

In an instant, as if a last ray of light had returned, some vitality returned to his face. His eyes were full of fascination staring at Senior Sister Zhao, as if his soul had been hooked.

"Where did you go after you went down the mountain? What happened to you, and who did you meet?" Senior Sister Zhao asked again.

Regardless of his dying body, the other party kept coughing and holding his breath, telling Senior Sister Zhao everything in detail.

Slowly, his breath became weaker and weaker.

But looking at Senior Sister Zhao's eyes full of curiosity, he still insisted and spoke intermittently.

Finally, when he finished the last word, his breath suddenly disappeared.

But his eyes were still not closed, staring at Senior Sister Zhao tightly and reluctantly.

"Let's go!" Senior Sister Zhao grabbed Li Fan and left here quickly.

At the same time, she handed over a purple-gold pill and told Li Fan to take it.

"The Purple Gold Pill of Fortune?" Li Fan was shocked.

This kind of pill is a secret treasure of the Dao Sect. Generally speaking, only the strong men in the realm of longevity can refine it. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as you don't die on the spot, you can recover as before after swallowing it. It is equivalent to a second life.

It is extremely rare, and the entire Dao Sect doesn't have much in stock.

Such a treasure, but Sister Zhao ate it without hesitation...

Li Fan immediately understood the seriousness of the matter and immediately swallowed the Purple Gold Pill of Fortune.

"Don't waste it, wrap it with spiritual power, and slowly absorb the medicinal power." Sister Zhao kept casting spells while giving orders, building layers of barriers around the two of them.

"The cause of the disciple's death is also contagious? What kind of spell is so powerful? Is it aimed at our Dao Sect?" Li Fan couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"Rather than a spell, it's more like a disease. A fatal disease that even cultivators can't avoid or escape." Senior Sister Zhao's face was more serious than ever before.

Even when the great changes in the world that made it impossible for people to practice together came, she hadn't been so worried.

"Its goal is definitely not just our Dao Sect. It's to destroy all cultivators in the world... This matter must be reported as soon as possible!"

Li Fan was suddenly distracted: "Could it be that it's the backlash of heaven and earth again?! Damn God, you really want to kill them all!"

"Cough... cough" When the two of them flew towards the sect's main hall, Senior Sister Zhao's face suddenly turned pale.

Then she couldn't help but cough lightly.

But soon, a purple-gold light emerged, and the paleness was slowly suppressed. The coughing sound disappeared, and Senior Sister Zhao's face became ruddy again.

"How could it break out so quickly? Senior Sister, you are a Hedao cultivator?" Li Fan suddenly felt an incredible fear in his heart.

Hedao is like this, let alone his little Huashen cultivator?

He couldn't wait for the symptoms to occur, so he first called on a trace of the power of the Purple Gold Pill in his dantian to circulate throughout his body as a protection.

Sure enough, not long after doing all this, he suddenly felt a trace of fatigue.

It was as if he had been fighting with Senior Sister Zhao for seven days and seven nights, his whole body was sore and his bones were about to fall apart.

There seemed to be a knife cutting in his throat, but his body was like a drowning mortal, eager to get out of the water and breathe deeply.

Fortunately, the Purple Gold Pill of Good Fortune was indeed worthy of its reputation.

The Purple Gold Pill power was running, and the abnormality of the body disappeared in an instant.

"Hiss... This disease is so vicious!" As if he had walked through the gates of hell, Li Fan looked at Senior Sister Zhao with lingering fear: "Fortunately, I have your elixir. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will follow the footsteps of that junior brother just now!"

"Don't take it lightly, it's just temporarily suppressing the symptoms. The culprit that caused all this has not been eradicated. It's still hidden in our bodies." Senior Sister Zhao reminded at the right time.

As if to confirm her words, soon, she couldn't help but cough slightly again.

Even though the symptoms were quickly resolved by the Creation Purple Gold Pill, this made Li Fan's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

They had magic pills and miraculous medicines to protect their bodies, but they still couldn't get rid of this unknown disease. How miserable would those ordinary disciples of the Great Dao Sect and ordinary casual cultivators be?

It's simply unimaginable.

The two fought against the disease all the way and soon came to the sect's main hall.

Ji Changxi, the head of the Da Dao Sect, who had received a message from Senior Sister Zhao in advance, had summoned all the elders to gather together.

Although Senior Sister Zhao had explained the terrible degree of this disease in as much detail as possible, Ji Changxi and the elders of the Da Dao Sect also paid enough attention to it.

But...

They didn't pay that much attention.

In their eyes, even though they were both He Dao cultivators, Senior Sister Zhao, a newly promoted He Dao who had successfully broken through with the help of the new method, was obviously not comparable to them, the old predecessors who had been He Dao for hundreds of years.

They had countless secrets and various means. This young Daozi would be hurt by this unknown "disease", but they might not be.

Besides, they thought they were well prepared.

Many restrictions were set up around the open space in the hall, and layers of blockades were set up.

They also opened the [Zhanyuan Dao Chong Array], which seemed to be close at hand, but in fact they were separated by several worlds.

It was extremely safe and well-planned.

"You two, don't suppress the strange disease, and then each of you release a drop of your own blood." Ji Changxi ordered.

Li Fan and Senior Sister Zhao followed the order.

Amid a light cough, two blood drops that seemed to emit an ominous aura appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone watched from a distance, and the hall was silent for a while.

Suddenly, a subtle look of surprise flashed across Ji Changxi's face.