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"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

Wei Xun put down two streams of wealth to fiddle with and drag Chang Huiming, moving him to the treasure mouth. The wealth put into the treasure bowl showed a very beautiful golden color, extremely rich. When it was entangled and reflected on Chang Huiming, he also looked very wealthy and powerful. Then there was a crisp sound, and Chang Huiming was placed by the wealth in a golden dragon pit at the bottom of the treasure bowl.

Zhao Gongming is the Golden Dragon Ruyi Zhengyi Dragon and Tiger Xuantan Zhenjun. The treasure mouth of this treasure bowl is a coiled dragon, and the treasure outlet is shaped like a crouching tiger. After Chang Huiming was placed in the treasure mouth by Wei Xun, Wei Xun could clearly feel that a wisp of subtle fairy air that had been spreading outward from the treasure bowl was suddenly cut off and no longer continued to flow out. The smile on Chang Huiming's mouth was restrained, and his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was worried about Zhao Gongming's plan being blocked.

In fact, he had died long ago. This change in expression was just a little instinct that Zhao Gongming retained in the ‘medium’. If the cornucopia is not fully activated, this instinct can at most slow down the speed of ‘gathering treasures’. However, once Wei Xun fully activates the cornucopia, this instinct left by Zhao Gongming will be completely dispersed in an instant.

“Ding, Ding——”

“Ding, Ding!”

After placing Chang Huiming, Wei Xun’s sun-petrified fingers bent up and flicked the cornucopia, one after another, and only heard a few crisp sounds of clanging. Red lines like the sun’s rays instantly spread throughout the three-legged bronze round tripod. The halo on the tripod flowed, like brilliant golden sand flowing, showing the true nature of wealth. The remaining souls of the four gods of wealth appeared at the same time, and followed Wei Xun’s arrangement to stand in the southeast, northwest, and southwest of the cornucopia. The four wealth energies were also recalled by Wei Xun’s fingers, and were separated into the northeast, southeast, northwest, and southwest. The so-called wealth comes from all directions.

"Dingdangdang——"

The money trees from bottom to top on the Zhaogongshan blessed land fairy mountain swayed one after another as if shaken by an invisible wind. From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside and then to the top of the mountain, the wealth of the people, the wealth of the rich, and the wealth of the noble, all three kinds of wealth gathered together. The whole cornucopia turned into a dazzling golden red. Many people say that the combination of gold and red will be vulgar, but the greater vulgarity is the greater elegance. The cornucopia interwoven with gold and red is like a brilliant morning glow reflected on the copper coin, giving people a sense of hope, orthodox and pure wealth. The breath of fireworks in the world permeates the cornucopia, but it is still a little short. Wei Xun flipped his hand and took out a crystal clear, fairy-like five-color jade coin. It was the money he gave to the dreamer to buy his life. Now it was temporarily borrowed by Wei Xun to borrow the fairy power of Zhao Gongming on it.

With the fairy power of the God of Wealth, suppress the wealth of the world and recall the treasures of the world!

Clang buzz——

Instantly, the buzzing sound was like a huge bell, resounding in Wei Xun's mind. Invisible power suddenly spread out from the treasure bowl. Chang Huiming, who was placed at the mouth of the Panlong treasure bowl, had his eyes closed, but now he suddenly opened them. The black color of his eyeballs faded and turned into a bright and shiny color, like two bronze mirrors, with all kinds of scenes in the world flashing on them. This is "treasure hunting". And his hands automatically formed seals, and his palms became empty like a hole, as if a passage connecting him to the outside world was opened. Thick, familiar, dark golden pollution gushed out from his palms and fell into the treasure bowl, condensing into a bloody pool full of blood and ominous evil spirits, in which spots of pus yellow emerged, like copper coins floating in the sea of ​​blood, and like abscesses. Scarlet blood clots wrapped these pus yellow spots and surged and pulsated at the bottom of the treasure bowl, like a basin of lung lobes that were struggling to breathe, connected in series, forming a blood-colored evil dragon connected by polluted lung lobes, entrenched at the bottom of the treasure bowl and roaring to the sky.

Money plague pollution!

[Cough, cough, cough——]

A large amount of money plague pollution fell into the treasure bowl, and the agitated collision hit the inner side of the basin wall, but it did not make a crisp jingling sound, but a muffled sound like a hard cough. The more pollution poured in, the more chaotic the coughs became, like the coughs of old people, children, men and women intertwined, making people upset and dizzy, and their lungs itched and numbed, as if countless small insects were gnawing at the top of their lungs, making people want to cough uncontrollably, and even the golden red light on the treasure bowl flashed frequently and vibrated constantly.

Money plague pollution backfired!

Although it is said that any divine power, immortal power and various energies that are strong to a certain extent can be considered "pollution", there are still differences between different pollutions. The remaining in Zhaogongshan blessed land are all orthodox immortal powers of the god of wealth. This life-saving money was also given away by Zhao Gongming, and it was not contaminated by his pollution, so it was very pure and could be used by Wei Xun as a trigger to activate the treasure bowl.

But the pollution of the money plague is different. It is the distortion product of Zhao Gongming's immortal power after being polluted by the entire Qingcheng Mountain. It is equivalent to the weakened Qingcheng Mountain pollution with the characteristics of the God of Wealth. Ordinary people who can survive after being polluted by this distorted immortal power are likely to survive further in the Qingcheng Mountain pollution that will erupt in the future. If this distorted immortal power falls into the cornucopia, it will soon pollute the entire cornucopia if it is not taken care of, and then pollute the originally pure Zhaogong Mountain blessed land!

However, this pollution fell into Wei Xun's hands, which was really evil. Wei Xun did not need to absorb the human skin map filled with butterfly fragments. When he estimated that the pollution in the cornucopia reached a certain value and Chang Huiming had abscesses on his body and was a little shaky, Wei Xun reached his hand into the cornucopia. When the money plague pollution that looked like a bloody dragon went up and entangled his arm and pounced suddenly, the heavy pollution was pounced on Wei Xun's face!

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough cough——"

The pollution of the money plague quickly invaded Wei Xun's body, and the itching in his chest could no longer be tolerated. He coughed repeatedly, his face became paler, and his light-colored lips were stained with bright red, as if he had coughed up blood. At this moment, the little wealth god's immortal power that Wei Xun had just acquired from conquering the Zhaogong Mountain blessed land was quickly assimilated by the pollution of the money plague, but in an instant, pollution distortion had occurred in his body. At the same time as his SAN value dropped wildly, his lungs had begun to transform into a "cash cow", but what was unbearable was the burning pain, as if a fire had been lit in his chest, the pain was so maddening that he wished to pull out all his internal organs just to calm the pain.

The situation became critical in an instant, but Wei Xun's eyebrows and eyes were filled with pleasure, and he panted morbidly to enjoy this pain. He felt that his tightly closed right eyelid seemed to be lifted a little, as if Qingcheng Zhangren was shocked at how this good situation could be worsened by him, and was peeking at him with his eyelids. But Wei Xun didn't mind, and just let the polluted blood dragon gnaw on him and release pollution continuously, until he felt that the little wealth god power in his body was all polluted and distorted.

[Cough, cough, cough——]

The polluted blood dragon groaned excitedly, and a greedy and cunning look flashed in his scarlet eyes. The owner of the blessed land in front of him had already given up resistance. As long as he swallowed him, he could easily pollute the entire blessed land! The blood dragon, who didn't have much wisdom and only had some instincts, was already impatient. It opened its bloody mouth fiercely and wanted to swallow this person who was polluted all over. Seeing him stretching his hand to block it, it ignored him. After all, this person was very weak and posed no threat——

Huh? !

The blood dragon suddenly felt a burst of force coming from the dragon's horn. It turned out that Wei Xun grabbed its dragon horn at the moment it bit. He had already worn the new title he had harvested in Iceland.

Dragon Gourmet!

Wei Xun, who was given the title of Dragon Gourmet, was extremely restrained in dragon food, especially since pollution was equivalent to food to him to a certain extent, and the power of the title of Dragon Gourmet was even more vivid. Wei Xun grabbed the dragon horn with one hand and held the thin spiritual lancet with the other. He patiently waited for the invasion of the money plague pollution just to let his soul be tainted with the breath of pollution, so that he could use the lancet on the polluted blood dragon. The tip of the knife pierced into the dragon head and slashed downwards. Before the blood dragon could react, the scarlet lung-like blood pollution on its head and the pus-yellow plague were all cut off, leaving only a bare dragon head.

[Cough, cough, cough, cough! ]

The polluted blood dragon roared in shock and anger, and the scarlet pollution that had just been cut off was like a dense locust and was about to pounce on Wei Xun, wrapping him up and making him fall into the pollution completely. Who would have thought that at the moment when the pollution rushed over, the gate of the Lost Paradise opened a crack in front of Wei Xun, and these polluted wastes automatically fell into the Lost Paradise, which was simply a trap, and Wei Xun took this opportunity to cut off several large pieces of pollution from the blood dragon.

[Cough, cough, cough! ]

Seeing that the situation was not good, the blood dragon suddenly began to struggle with all its strength. It was extremely powerful, like an extremely energetic live fish. It seemed to be pulling Wei Xun's lungs while struggling, and wanted to make his lungs cough out and pull them out. But it only struggled for a moment before being held down - Wei Xun's sun-petrified hand weighed a thousand pounds, pressing the polluted blood dragon to death, not to mention that the pure hot sun itself was extremely restrained from pollution. The heat of the sun roasted the pollution and sizzled, and the pollution was consumed until the dragon head seemed to be roasted smaller, emitting a fragrant barbecue smoke, which made Wei Xun want to eat kebabs.

Thinking of the little dragon meat skewers, Wei Xun's hands kept moving. He held the human skin map in front of the contaminated blood dragon. It wilted like a little dragon man who was kidnapped with a handkerchief covering his face. Helpless and honest, it could only let Wei Xun use the knife to cut off circles of pollution. When the dragon head was cut clean, revealing the pure golden normal fairy power, Wei Xun shook his hand and left the dragon head, holding a section of the dragon body behind the dragon head and continued to cut.

I have never seen any tourist guide use the spirit knife like this. Originally, Zhao Gongming's fairy power was already distorted, and it was difficult to save even if the gods came, just like Roger Betty, whose soul was eroded and fused by pollution in Iceland, and like Taoist Kongkong whose soul was completely polluted by petals. The spirit knife can cut the soul and cut the pollution, but it is limited to oneself. Has no one in the past thought about how to cut others like Wei Xun? Impossible, but no one can do it like Wei Xun.

It is impossible for tourists. They can't assimilate the pollution into themselves even if they come into contact with it, and let the spirit knife mistake the pollution for part of their soul; but tour guides may be able to do it, after all, they can return to zero alienation. However, they can't control the abyss pollution as deeply as Wei Xun, and even command it to accept other pollution instead of swallowing it.

If Wei Xun hadn't suppressed the butterfly fragments, it would probably be swallowed and melted by the butterfly fragments the moment the money plague pollution rushed in, how could it occupy the high ground like now? For so many generations, so many years, there is only one Wei Xun. He is experienced in cutting pollution, and it is effortless. The money plague pollution is gathered into one, which should have exerted a stronger pollution power. Who would have thought that it would be pulled over and cut by Wei Xun like a rope, and it would be easier to gather it into one.

Large groups of pollution fell into the Lost Paradise, the center of the Abyss Parasite Plain, and were suppressed by the vast abyss pollution in an instant. The bottom of the cornucopia was scarlet pus and yellow, almost drowning the Chang Huiming at the mouth of the cornucopia. However, Wei Xun cut faster and faster. Every time Chang Huiming was about to be submerged by the pollution, the pollution would be reduced, allowing him to show his head, just like a person who was about to be submerged by the sea struggling to float to the surface and take a breath.

Chang Huiming changed from a human to this strange form. Was he in pain when he died?

When cutting has become an instinct, Wei Xun can also spare some time to pay attention to more considerations. At the bottom of the treasure bowl, Chang Huiming, who was floating in the dirty red pollution, had a tough face and gray hair on his temples. He looked like a very serious and unsmiling person on weekdays. Because the immortal power he released was taken back, his expression was even more stern, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a straight line.

Did he know that Zhao Gongming used him as a medium to spread the money plague to the entire Rongcheng, and that it was his only daughter who was most seriously infected and almost died? Or did he believe in the words of Zhao Gongming the immortal, thinking that only by contracting the money pox could ordinary people survive the next disaster?

But now that he was dead, it didn't matter what he thought before. Zhao Gongming must have promised Chang Huiming something, and perhaps his soul had been reincarnated, and he didn't feel any pain when he became a medium. Who says that those who are still alive are happier than those who are dead? If the money plague pollution is really allowed to spread, then large numbers of people will soon suffer unspeakably.

Wei Xun looked into Zhao Gongming's eyes. His eyes were still like bronze mirrors, reflecting the people in Rongcheng. Faces passed by him quickly. The pollution of the money plague had not yet fully matured, and the plague ghosts bred by the pollution had not yet fully bred. Every time Wei Xun cut, he could cut off hundreds or even thousands of people's pollution. More than 600,000 people were infected, which meant more than 600 cuts. When Wei Xun cut the pollution, the money plague pollution in his body would also tremble in fear as if it had sensed something, causing him to cough from time to time. However, Wei Xun had already gotten used to the pain of his lungs and internal organs being pulled and torn apart, which could not arouse him more excitement. Now he was more concerned about the information fed back by the pollution every time it trembled.

When in contact with energy beyond one's own strength, memory and cognition are also a kind of pollution. This time, the recall of pollution with the cornucopia is particularly comprehensive. People who have been infected with the epidemic, or even those whose bodies have been deformed, will no longer have the memory of this money plague. They just vaguely feel that they seem to have been sick, but their memory and nerves are extremely delicate. This degree of memory stripping is not worth mentioning for tourists and tour guides, but some people with neurasthenia and poor mental health have fainted due to memory stripping. If nothing is done, they may have more serious mental problems after waking up, or their memory will decline severely, or they will become crazy and out of control.

[Life is like a dream, a cup of wine is poured to the moon on the river——]

When Wei Xun was frowning and thinking about countermeasures, he heard a clear and long whistle. The powerful mental power of the second-class director spread across Rongcheng, and the dream with the scent of ink quietly enveloped the people who fainted in Rongcheng. It was the dream chaser who took action. He replaced the rough and blunt memory stripping with a gentle dream, smoothing the haze of fear and panic in the deepest part of the subconscious. It was like drinking a little wine before going to bed, which brought a deeper and more comfortable sleep. Those terrible lesions were like the moon in the river, just a nightmare, and there would be no mental sequelae after waking up from the dream.

As for the physical problems, the dream chaser would have to wait for the Rongcheng government to negotiate and ask the hotel to approve some things that could replenish qi and blood and strengthen the body.

With the dream chaser doing the logistics, Wei Xun couldn't be more relieved. The two of them worked together in harmony, and the efficiency of recycling pollution increased immediately. At the same time, the memory fragments that were stripped off with the pollution recycling also fell into the treasure pot, and Wei Xun received some of it after cutting the pollution.

He "saw" the young people, the elderly, and the children in the ICU who were originally endangered. After the pollution was removed, the indicators quickly became stable and they survived. He "saw" the mother at the table holding the boiled pear water for the child to drink, and after seeing that the child stopped coughing, she smiled and touched the child's head. He ‘saw’ many ordinary people wearing masks and going to work as usual even though they coughed. The slight pollution did not change their lives much after being removed. He also ‘saw’ the leaders in the Chengdu government, who were dressed in formal clothes and holding a serious meeting. One of them coughed, and the people around him immediately changed their faces. But soon the leader standing in the front received new news, and his expression could not hide his surprise. He stood up suddenly and said three times in a row.

The pollution of the money plague was being recovered rapidly, and the dark clouds of the money plague crisis hanging over Chengdu were also dissipating. However, this disaster was not without casualties. Some people who were seriously infected, too weak, too old, and too young could not bear it and died when the money plague was removed. There were also many people who seemed healthy on weekdays, but were actually very weak inside and died suddenly.

The pollution carried their souls into the cornucopia, and was cut out by Wei Xun and scattered into the blessed land of Zhaogong Mountain. The soul of a person cannot stand the slightest bit of pollution. After cutting the pollution, it will also be affected in various ways. They cannot remember the things in their previous life. Some are confused and look at everything around them with strange and curious eyes, laughing and playing around the money tree. The souls that have been touched by pollution and cut are no longer complete and cannot enter reincarnation. From then on, they will live in the blessed land of Zhaogong Mountain.

These are ordinary people in the disaster of money plague, either live or die. This pollution is extremely terrible, but it has not erupted in the end. When the cornucopia was really used for recycling, Wei Xun only took an hour to basically recycle it. Cutting the pollution blood dragon has also come to an end, but this matter is not over yet. There are still some people who are difficult to define. Wei Xun's eyes swept through Chang Huiming's eyes and saw familiar or unfamiliar figures reflected in them, including You Ziming, Wu Zhen, Zhang Zhixing and others who handled the incident in No. 27 Middle School, and many unfamiliar faces, but most of them are strong and energetic, wearing police uniforms or military uniforms. Many of them are on duty to maintain the peace of this city.

However, they still carry pollution that is difficult to remove - or in other words, their own potential has been stimulated by this pollution. Just like the talismans containing the Black Tiger Evil that Wei Xun received from You Ziming and others before, other special police forces also have them. The wealth of the God of Wealth comes from the vast number of people, and everyone gathers wealth to achieve wealth like clouds and dragons.

And Zhao Gongming also has a protective tiger. If the money plague pollution that fell on the people is the dragon, then the special police and soldiers who have stimulated the talent mutation due to pollution and the induction of the Black Tiger Evil are the tigers originally selected by Zhao Gongming to protect the people. But their current situation is not normal. The original title stimulated by a person after being selected into the hostel is the purest talent of his own, with great development prospects. And those who are not selected by the hostel, in theory, their talents are not necessarily worse than those whose initial title is green, but they do not have strong desires or goals, and their spirits are not strong enough.

Now that they are urged by the pollution and the Black Tiger Evil, their potential has been stimulated. But this is distorted by pollution, and there is a problem from the root. Even if the power is advanced in the future, it is very likely to be gradually eroded by pollution and eventually become a part of the Black Tiger Evil.

Pollution can be taken back, but the talent that has been distorted cannot be taken back, which makes Wei Xun a little embarrassed. The dream chaser also pondered and didn't say anything about asking the hotel to help deal with it. Because they are not willing to take risks-the simplest way to deal with it is naturally to kill all these people. Anyway, the hotel can recycle valuable things, which is not a loss at all.

But if the hotel doesn't take action, how should these people be dealt with? The spirit knife is useless now.

"Huhu."

Wei Xun was frowning and worried, and suddenly his cheeks felt cold, as if he was licked by something. With a glance from the corner of his eye, Wei Xun saw a little dragon perched on his shoulder.

Dark golden dragon scales, silver-white dragon horns, and bronze round dragon eyes showed undisguised intimacy and curiosity. Its body had been completely cut by Wei Xun. Its slender dragon body was wrapped around his arms, and its small dragon claws grabbed his windbreaker. The dragon head intimately leaned against Wei Xun's cheek and licked his face. Seeing that he did not object, it arched upwards again, curiously wanting to lick his tightly closed right eyelid. After all, it seemed that there was a faint sense of the fairy air of Qingcheng Mountain that it was familiar with.

"Pah!"

Before the little dragon licked its eyelids, a crisp sound like thunder was heard in the air. The little dragon suddenly leaned back, and its whole body turned several times, as if it had been pulled away by a whisk out of thin air, and it was dizzy and stuck to Wei Xun's face again.

[Take care of it]

The immortal voice of Qingcheng Zhangren sounded in Wei Xun's mind, and his tone was light: [This is the dragon of wealth transformed by Zhao Gongming's remaining immortal power. Both dragon and tiger are present, which will help you to join the immortal class faster]

Dragon and tiger?

Something vaguely flashed through Wei Xun's mind, and before he could think carefully, he suddenly heard the dream chaser exclaim.

"What do you mean?"

"It seems like I saw two familiar people."