Chapter 1182 Anger

However, the strong man probably never expected that the person he attacked was a semi-saint!

Facing the stabbing knife, Snow Saint did not move and snorted coldly, "You are not overestimating your own capabilities!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the strong man felt as if he had been hit hard, and his whole body flew more than ten feet away, spilling blood all the way, and then he fell heavily to the ground without making a sound.

The Wine Saint over there also eliminated the monsters, and a pressure enveloped the remaining three people.

The three of them did not expect such a change, and they were all trembling with fear.

The Wine Saint quickly completed his investigation, nodded, and withdrew his pressure.

"It looks like the situation is not good!" Snow Saint sighed, turned to the three of them, and pointed his finger, "You should run away for your life in this direction! Remember, don't come back in a short time."

The direction he pointed was exactly where they came from, and they should not encounter the demon clan again.

The three of them flew away again as if they had received amnesty.

"We have to hurry up." Snow Saint said, "If what that person said is true, I'm afraid more than one city will suffer."

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Half an hour later, the Wine Saint and the Snow Saint stood on the wall of Anshan City, their faces ashen.

Wherever he entered, there were only ruins, corpses and blood, but not a single living person.

Anshan City was located on the border. It was originally a relatively prosperous city with many spiritual masters, traders, and aborigines.

And now, just because of this reason, more people are dying.

In some busy areas, corpses even piled up into hills!

There were also some monsters wandering aimlessly. When they saw the two of them, they all rushed towards them.

Naturally, the two of them didn't take these half-demon seriously, killed them casually, and left quickly.

…

With continued in-depth investigation, the faces of the two became increasingly ugly.

There were definitely more than two or three cities that were massacred.

The human race suffered countless casualties.

Occasionally, on the road, a large number of refugees can be seen retreating in panic, calling their children and mothers.

Those who did not escape were either forced, and would be dead if they did not become demons, or they were desperate and voluntarily became demons, and at least they could survive for the time being.

When the two half-saints saw this scene along the way, the anger in their chests was about to burst out.

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Bao Ye Tang.

"Mother... mother..." A seven or eight-year-old child struggled to say the word mother.

A woman in her thirties burst into tears, hugged her child, and cried with joy, "Liangliang, you can finally speak! Liangliang, my son, you have suffered so much in the past few years! "

Huan Qingyan still looked at the mother and son with a gentle smile.

This child has been mute for more than four years. After a month of continuous treatment, he has now recovered and can speak.

Regarding mute disease, Huan Qingyan had treated it before. At that time, he used rare spiritual plants to cure his brother Jiuli.

At that time, Jiuli's brother's condition was more serious than this. He was born with mute disease. At that time, she only had a basic medicine room and only one formula to treat mute disease, which required rare materials.

Now she is an intermediate-level food and medicine room, with a variety of formulas for treating mute diseases to choose from, and the required materials are relatively simple.

Huan Qingyan chose ordinary spiritual plant materials for this Liangliang child. Not to mention the cost of rare spiritual plants, the huge spiritual energy contained in them was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Speaking of brother Jiuli, it seems that I haven’t seen him for a long time.

Even when she got married, she didn't know where to tell him. Brother Jiuli seemed to have disappeared.