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Chapter 27 Head Round

After taking the medicine, the leader of the Tianmen Sect acted like a patient with cerebral thrombosis for ten years.

Even Tianfeng Jun felt that Wu Jun was committing a crime, and he didn't notice that she had become like this now because she had taken Wu Jun's medicine...

In the hatred eyes of everyone, Tianfengjun disappeared in front of everyone and returned to the cave to find Wu Jun to report his life.

After Wu Jun learned about the situation, he couldn't help but take a breath: "Impossible, there is absolutely no problem with my medicine. Could it be that someone poisoned him?"

You are the one who poisons you, Your Majesty!

The horn demon tactfully held his words in his stomach and said, "Your Majesty, if the sect leader of the sect is seriously injured today, why don't we take the opportunity to occupy the Tianmen Sect? As long as your Majesty controls the Tianmen Sect, our dispute with the Tianmen Sect will naturally be resolved!"

Wu Jun glared in surprise: "You boy... you are such a talented person! Don't mention conquering Tianmen Sect or something. I have to go to see the sect leader quickly. If he drags on, his condition will obviously worsen!"

The horned demon was speechless: "..."

Is there any difference between killing their sect leader and capturing the Tianmen Sect?

So, under Wu Jun's leadership, the Horned Demon King, Jiuying and others set out in a mighty way. The team composed of the Demon King in the Demon Realm and the Ancient Demon King exuded a strong aura of evil. Wherever they passed, the child stopped crying.

When he learned that Wu Jun had taken the risk of seeing his grandfather despite his life and death, Alin was so moved that he was about to cry. Before Wu Jun could enter the door, he came out with a big knife.

"Wu Jun, what did you eat for my grandfather!"

"Don't worry, what I gave your grandfather was the essence extracted from the Sea God Meat Demon Pill, which had the effect of enhancing the soul!"

Upon hearing this, Alin put away his big knife and was still a little suspicious: "Then why did my grandfather become like this?"

Wu Jun shared the same hatred for the enemy: "It must be the traitor who secretly tampered with it!"

After saying that, Wu Jun glanced at Yin Jian and others behind Alin, and his eyes fell on a white-haired old man, who was the Golden Sword Guardian.

"You are that traitor!"

Jin Jian was stunned, then furiously said, "What are you talking about?"

Wu Jun sneered: "Everyone was nervous about the life and death of the sect leader just now. You are the only one who is indifferent and there is not even a trace of expression on his face."

Seeing this, Alin couldn't help but say, "Wu Jun, Elder Jin Jian... is born with facial paralysis."

Wu Jun said in shock: "There is still such a strange disease? Come here and I'll let me see!"

Jin Jian couldn't help but take two steps back, showing his appearance as if he was facing a great enemy.

Seeing this, Wu Jun couldn't help feeling a little depressed and said, "Forget it, the condition is urgent, it's important to treat your sect leader!" As he said that, he walked forward.

Yin Jian gritted his teeth and stopped Wu Jun, pinched a sword technique, and unsheathed the sword behind him and floated in front of him: "Stop! Take another step forward, I'm not polite!"

The voice of the dragon sounded quietly behind him: "What can you do if you are welcome?"

Yin Jian was startled and wanted to dodge sideways, but found that the dragon bone knife was already on his neck. The sharp sword aura made him get goosebumps!

At the same time, Nian Nu had already obtained some control of the God-Slaying Formation, and guided the killing energy in the formation to turn into a blood-colored cage, trapping the Tianmen Sect's people in the formation.

Wu Jun walked past the crowd in vain and came to the hall.

On the throne, the sect leader trembled all over, trembling like an aunt in the cafeteria who was making food for people. The surging spiritual energy kept washing away his body, as if detoxifying himself.

This was the first time Wu Jun saw him, so he looked at him carefully for a while and couldn't help frowning: "Niannu, are you sure he is Junior Brother Jie? I think why he practiced more like the magic skills of the demon clan?"

Niannu stared at the sect leader on the throne and said, "The foundation is Master's "Forgetful Heavenly Kung Fu", but it is mixed with some other martial arts, which should be the reason why he was possessed by the devil."

"It seems that my junior brother is not satisfied with his own achievements and wants to break through the limits of his martial arts."

Wu Jun turned to look at Jiuying: "Is there any martial arts that can change human nature?"

Jiuying frowned and thought, "The demon clan has many martial arts that can make people violent or increase their killing nature, but I have never heard of the martial arts that make people have no emotions..."

The lay Buddhist Banshan stroked his chin and said, "The "Taiwei Yu Ji Gong" created by the Emperor of Heaven may be able to achieve this level. The four heavenly kings who guarded the Heavenly Gate were actually not demon clans, but after practicing this technique, they became loyal to the Emperor of Heaven and were willing to stay at the Emperor of Heaven for thousands of years."

Wu Jun took out a Tianjue Needle and looked at the sect leader with some hesitation: "Will he use his martial arts to destroy him? If he uses his martial arts to destroy him, he will naturally be cured."

Alin grabbed Wu Jun tightly: "No, my grandfather will die if he abolished the martial arts!"

Wu Jun nodded in embarrassment and suggested, "Or I'll modify the martial arts for him again? Don't worry, no one in the world is better at modifying martial arts than me!"

"We can't drag it on any longer. In a while, he will be able to recover his ability to move."

Alin looked at the grandfather on the throne in a tangled manner and hesitated: "Are you sure you won't hurt my grandfather?"

Wu Jun said confidently: "Of course I can't be sure, but I can cure him after he is injured! Are you still worried about my medical skills?"

Alin: "…"

It is because I believe in you that my grandfather became what he is now!

At this time, Wu Jun had already walked forward, looked at the painful expression of the sect leader, and stabbed him in the middle of his eyebrows with a needle.

The Tianjue Needle instantly broke through the spiritual shield and pierced into the middle of his eyebrows. The sect leader's body trembled, and two rays of blood remained from the corners of his eyes.

Wu Jun was calm and continued to apply acupuncture, quickly closing several meridians and changing the route of his practice.

A moment later, the sect leader's long hair fell down. Soon, a handsome bald man appeared in front of everyone.

Wu Jun looked at him for a while, and couldn't help feeling an indescribable dissonance. After thinking for a moment, he took out a cassock from his bag and put it on the sect leader. He suddenly felt that his thoughts were clear!

Niannu was stunned and said to himself: "This... if his appearance was seen by his master, he might have to clean up the portal..."

Wu Jun turned around and said to Alin: "This is a robe that the monk has opened. If you put it on, the chance of bursting out relics during cremation will increase greatly. It will be sold to others at least 1,000 taels of silver! I see that your grandfather's head is round, which is very suitable for this robe. You can give you 20% off!"
Chapter completed!
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