Chapter 835 Taoist Ziyun

"Nine Tribulations Demon Body? What is the Nine Tribulations Demon Body?"

Wu Yun was surprised. He only knew about Bai Ling's Holy Spirit Body, but had never heard of the Nine Tribulations Demon Body.

The God of Creation said: "I don't have time to tell you in detail now. Lift up the quilt and take a look."

Wu Yun nodded and stepped forward to lift up Lin Zihan's quilt.

My pupils shrank immediately.

Although separated by clothes, it can be clearly seen that in Lin Zihan's dantian, a series of black and purple lights are in the shape of waves, rippling layer by layer.

"It is the Nine Tribulations Demon Body, it is really the Nine Tribulations Demon Body. I didn't expect that in this mortal world like the Wild Continent, I could still encounter such a transcendent physique as the Nine Tribulations Demon Body."

The voice of the God of Creation was very excited, but Wu Yun was not concerned about these at the moment.

Asked: "Tell me first, what should we do now?"

"What should we do?"

The God of Fortune Bell hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't know either. If you told me before the demonic body broke out, I might have a way. Now it has broken out. With my current ability, there is no way. It depends on her own luck."

"What do you mean?"

Wu Yun asked.

"If she survives, she can live. If she can't survive, she will die! Alas, tut tut tut, if she can't survive, it's a pity for this good body."

The God of Fortune Bell said with regret.

"Ah? Die?"

Wu Yun's heart suddenly twitched, and he asked urgently: "Is there any other way, any way? As long as it can save her."

After listening to the introduction of the God of Fortune Bell, Wu Yun was blaming himself at this moment.

A few hours ago, Lin Zihan said that there was a dull pain in the dantian, but Wu Yun didn't take it seriously.

He was already extremely regretful in his heart. If he had paid more attention and cared more at that time, he would have talked to the old bastard God of Fortune Bell about Lin Zihan's problem.

Maybe, Lin Zihan would not become like this now.

"Tell me quickly, is there any other way? Didn't you claim that you existed in the ancient times? Didn't you claim that you know everything about the past and the present? How can you not even solve this problem now? What do I want you to do?"

Wu Yun gritted his teeth, blaming himself in his heart. Seeing that the God of Creation Bell was slow to speak, he growled.

He had never realized that he cared so much about Lin Zihan.

He had never cared about it before, until she really got into trouble at this moment, Wu Yun realized that he cared so much about her.

Now there is no time to distinguish whether this is a love between a man and a woman or a brother and sister.

Wu Yun only knew that if Lin Zihan really died like this, he would probably feel guilty and blame himself for the rest of his life.

"What are you anxious about? Isn't it what I'm thinking about? Shut up."

The God of Creation Bell scolded.

Wu Yun was full of anxiety, looking at the pain on Lin Zihan's beautiful little face, his heart ached.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, but he didn't dare to touch her.

The dark purple aura was too terrible, and even he couldn't bear the recoil.

And Wu Yun was extremely anxious.

At this moment, at the foot of the Tianlong Mountains, a hundred miles away.

An old man in purple, leaning on a cane, seemed to be staggering, but every step he took seemed to bring a faint thunderous sound.

He seemed to be walking forward without a purpose.

But just now, he suddenly turned his head to look at the Tianlong Mountains, where the Tianlong Academy was located.

Two terrifying rays of light suddenly burst out from his turbid eyes.

Those eyes were no longer turbid, but became extremely clear and hot.

It seemed that he had seen something incredible.

Even his body began to tremble.

This was not fear, this was excitement, this was surprise.

A moment later, an old voice came out of his mouth.

"That's, that's, the Nine Tribulations Demon Body? That's, the Tianlong Academy?"

As soon as the voice fell, a residual shadow flashed by.

Looking again, there was no trace of the purple-clothed old man in the original place.

Tianlong Academy, Wu Yun's residence.

Wu Yun anxiously asked, "Old bastard, have you thought of a solution?"

The God of Creation Bell said: "I'm thinking, alas, there are actually many ways to relieve the pain of this girl at the moment, but with your cultivation, there is no way that can be applied, I..."

Just at this moment, the voice of the God of Creation Bell stopped abruptly, saying: "Hmm? Someone is coming, the person is very strong, this girl may be saved. I will hide first, don't let others find me."

"People? Who?"

Wu Yun was puzzled and immediately alerted, but he didn't sense any signs of anyone approaching at all.

I wanted to ask the God of Creation Bell again, but the God of Creation Bell seemed to have disappeared, and no sound or breath fluctuations were emitted.

While Wu Yun was surprised, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual energy beside him.

Looking up, he saw an old man in purple in front of him.

The old man in purple didn't even look at him, his eyes were fixed on Lin Zihan on the bed.

"Who is it?"

Wu Yun shouted, and then took a few steps forward and blocked the old man in purple.

Although he knew that being able to enter his room so silently like a ghost was enough to prove that the old man in purple was definitely the top strong man.

Even stronger than anyone he had ever seen before.

But no matter what, he must not retreat before the enemy and us are separated.

Seeing Wu Yun blocking in front of him, the old man in purple finally moved his eyes and stared at Wu Yun.

Said: "Who are you to her?"

"She is my sister, what do you want to do?"

Wu Yun said.

The purple-clothed old man pondered for a moment and said, "If you don't want your sister to die, get out of the way."

Wu Yun was stunned, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, the purple-clothed old man did not make any extra movements.

Wu Yun seemed to feel that his body was restrained by something, and he moved to the side involuntarily.

Then, the purple-clothed old man tapped Lin Zihan with his cane a few times.

After a while, Lin Zihan was really no longer in pain.

The pale little face gradually regained its color.

The painful expression was gone.

The purple-black light in the dantian gradually disappeared.

"Thank you, senior. I was abrupt just now. Please don't blame me."

Wu Yun knew that this person had no ill intentions, so he quickly bowed his hands to apologize.

But the purple-clothed old man ignored him, and still stared at Lin Zihan with burning eyes.

He murmured, "Nine Tribulations Demon Body, Nine Tribulations Demon Body, haha, it's been thousands of years, and this is the first time I've encountered it. It turns out that it's not a legend. In this world, there really is such a transcendent physique as the Nine Tribulations Demon Body."

"Thank you, senior. Is my sister okay? May I ask your name?"

Seeing that the purple-clothed old man didn't answer, Wu Yun asked again tentatively.

The purple-clothed old man stared at Lin Zihan for a while, and then glanced at Wu Yun.

He said, "Don't worry, I have suppressed the backlash of the demon body for her. As for who I am, people call me Taoist Ziyun!"

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