Zhuo Buqun was afraid that Yuan Qingyao would be affected, so he waved his sleeves and rolled her away hundreds of feet away.

Just after doing all this, the attack of the Witch God Sect Master came and enveloped Zhuo Buqun.

In an instant, the world around him was completely changed, turning into a plague, a world of disease, and taking away all life.

The fighting skills performed by the Witch God Sect Master are very similar to those of the Star Soul Magi. What they use is not their own strength, but to communicate with the star soul and staff to release powerful power, which is comparable to the high-level Douhuang's full-strength attack.

And they are still using strange and evil epidemic rules. Even high-level Douhuang must retreat.

Zhuo Buqun's body quickly began to develop lesions, with blood and flesh necrosis and ulceration, and even his mental consciousness became dazed, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

This rule is somewhat similar to the death stars condensed by Zhuo Buqun with the power of curses, but in terms of height, the death road is far above the rules of the epidemic.

"He's dead!"

"It's really terrible that the Witch God Master is so powerful!"

When King Nanning, Yuan Qingyao and others saw this scene, they were all frightened and believed that Zhuo Buqun would die this time.

Yuan Qingyao is willing to help, but she is powerless. Such a high-level confrontation is definitely not something that she, the King of Fighting, can intervene.

The King of Nanning hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not take action. He also saw that the plague in Fengrong's army was related to the Witch God Sect. However, the strength shown by the Witch God Sect Master was too strong, and even his high-level Douhuang had to be extremely afraid.

"Arrogant ant, you will die in pain under the power of the witch god!"

The leader of the Witch God Cult laughed loudly, his face full of smugness, and he looked like he was sure to win.

Many witch gods were full of joy and laughed wildly.

Zhuo Buqun's eyes showed a sneer. If the so-called witch god took action personally, he would have to do it with all his strength. How could he take it seriously by the mere leader of the witch god?

Boom! Zhuo Buqun activates the Suzaku Star Soul, merges into the Dou Qi, surging and surging in his body, quickly burning the poisonous air that penetrates into his body. Suzaku restrains all evil forces. The terrifying poisonous air, when encountering the fighting Qi that merges into the Suzaku Star Soul, is like dry firewood encountering fire.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Buqun used his true body of Lihuo, and his whole person turned into a state of Fire Man.

"Did he know that he couldn't survive and chose to immobilize himself?"

The King of Nanning and others were all shocked.

"Want to burn your own power against the Witch God?

ridiculous!"

The leader of the Witch God Sneered and sneered, but did not dare to be careless. He activated his staff with all his strength, and quickly changed the handprints in his hand. The even more terrifying force of the epidemic turned into gray-yellow clouds and rushed towards Zhuo Buqun like a tide.

Zhuo Buqun's body continued to burn, and no matter how the surrounding poisonous aura hit, it would be difficult for the flame to extinguish. Instead, the poisonous aura was quickly incinerated, and the world of epidemic diseases, which was transformed into a powerful aura, began to collapse layer by layer.

"He is not immobilizing himself, but turning his body into a state of flame!"

"That's not an ordinary flame, but Li Fire, which is even more powerful than the strange fire!"

"This person is simply amazing!"

There were bursts of exclamations on the top of the mountain.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

The Witch God Sect Master's face was pale and sweating all over his face. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his strength.

"Are you enough arrogant?

Now it's my turn!"

The flames on Zhuo Buqun's body quickly converged into his body, and returned to his physical state, catching the witch god leader in the air.

Although the Witch God Master could use powerful power close to the peak of the Douhuang, his own strength was vulnerable and was directly shackled by Zhuo Buqun's aura and then grabbed from the altar.

Papa! Zhuo Buqun opened his bow from left to right, slapped his two slaps on the face of the Witch God leader. His teeth suddenly fell off, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

The leader of the Witch God Sect, who was just so arrogant, was slapped in public by Zhuo Buqun. The huge contrast made everyone on the top of the mountain stunned.

"I am the leader of the Witch God Cult, the envoy of the Witch God in the mortal world. How dare you humiliate me!"

The leader of the Witch God Sect was shocked and angry, and roared in anger.

Papa! The answer to the Witch God leader was a slap like a storm, and his old face was completely beaten.

The Witch God Cultists on the altar then reacted and rushed towards Zhuo Buqun.

The King of Nanning suddenly took action, and his aura burst out, turning into a sea of ​​fire, instantly swallowing all the Witch God Cultists. After a series of shrill screams, they were all burned to charcoal.

"The Witch God Cult spreads plague, killing many people. Killing you a hundred times is not enough. What's the point of humiliating you?"

Zhuo Buqun said in a cold voice, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the head of the Witch God Sect Master, and his powerful spiritual will burst out, rushing into his mind strongly and domineeringly, searching his soul.

After a while, Zhuo Buqun snorted coldly, threw the Witch God Sect Leader to the King of Nanning, and said coldly: "King Nanning, you can see it yourself!"

The King of Nanning searched the soul of the Witch God Sect again, and his face turned pale and shouted loudly: "Witch God Sect, should be killed! Chili's tribe, should be killed!"

As Zhuo Buqun had previously speculated, the so-called witch god is the culprit of spreading the plague, and the witch gods and Chili tribes are accomplices.

I don’t know how many natives in the Southern Desert have killed this plague. The Fengrong tribe also suffered heavy losses. The King of Nanning instead regarded the Witch God Cult as a guest of honor and wanted to merge with the Chili tribe. How could he not be angry?

Boom! The body of the Witch God Sect Master burned and instantly turned into ashes.

Zhuo Buqun said coldly: "King Nanning, are you still going to rebel against the dynasty now and join forces with Chili's tribe?"

"I have no eyes and actually regard my enemies as a savior. If it weren't for the Human Emperor, Feng Rong's general would be in a place of doom, which would be extremely ashamed!"

The King of Nanning was full of shame, and knelt on one knee to Zhuo Buqun and said in a deep voice: "I swear to the Star God that Feng Rong's troops will never betray the dynasty!"

Yuan Qingyao was full of shock, and then a bright smile appeared on her face. The eyes of Zhuo Buqun were full of respect.

Unexpectedly, she never expected that a huge disaster would be resolved so easily by Zhuo Buqun that even the rebellious King of Nanning had to bow his head.

"The Human Emperor saved the Fengrong tribe, and the Fengrong tribe remembered for generations!"

The King of Nanning still knelt on one knee and punched his chest with his right fist. This was the highest etiquette of the natives in the Southern Desert.

Many senior executives of Fengrong's troops finally understood and bowed to Zhuo Buqun on one knee.

Although Feng Qianqian was reluctant, she also knelt down.

The King of Nanning pointed at Feng Qianqian and said, "My daughter offended the Human Emperor. At this time, she gave it to the Human Emperor and let the Human Emperor kill him!"

Feng Qianqian's body trembled, her heart full of despair.

"She has been punished, forgot!"

Zhuo Buqun waved his hand and did not take the previous things to heart.

"Thank you, the Emperor!"

The King of Nanning was immediately overjoyed, and Feng Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief. The resentment towards Zhuo Buqun completely disappeared and was replaced by awe.

"Send the order to attack Chili's tribe and completely destroy it!"

The King of Nanning stood up and shouted loudly to the tribe members beside him.

Zhuo Buqun said, "Let's save people first. Let's put aside the matter of Chili tribe for the time being."

"Is there a way for the Human Emperor to solve the plague?"

The Nanning King's eyes flashed, and then he smiled bitterly, "There are too many tribesmen in Fengrong's tribe, and the essence and blood of the Human Emperor can't save everyone."
Chapter completed!