Vol 3 Chapter 1874:

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Aguimu, the young ancestor of the Yuan ethnic group, left and walked quite painfully.
Huang Jing's poison has eroded his whole body. At first it was only the central nerve, but later on, even the spine, motor nerves and vegetative nerves were affected.
At the beginning of this poor guy, only the dim light in his eyes became weaker and weaker, and his memory was constantly lost.
Then, there was severe back pain, and I couldn't bend down. The tail is also difficult to swing. Every movement is accompanied by huge pain. At this stage, the hands and feet are already weak.
Its cultivation practices also began to be lost, from the foundation period to the Qi training period, and finally until all the mana disappeared. Another kind of uncontrollable force is inside him.
All those forces have become the power of the pathogen of citrine.
Motor nerves and autonomic nerves. at this time. Instead, the poor fellow began to relieve himself—he had no pain at all, and he didn't even have a self.
The soul dissipates and the brain crystallizes.
Accompanied by it is the total failure of organs.
At this point, even the Flame of Life can only barely hang life.
Feng Yecai and Xue Bufan are almost consuming their own cultivation methods to hang their lives on this little thing—it's hard to say that it's even hanged their lives.
In Xue Bufan's view, this is more like maintaining the cellular activity of part of a corpse tissue.
Its nerves are all gone.
At this stage, the flesh also lost its instinct for digestion and absorption. Do n’t say that it ’s eating, even if it is directly injected. It does n’t help-an organ that functions like a pancreas has been shut down, and a simple sugar with no problem in chirality ca n’t be converted into glycogen in the internal body and absorbed by cells.
For a few months, the expedition team led by the God of God only after some research, and finally synthesized a material method that the Yuan family cells can directly absorb, and then Feng Yecai and Xue Bufan synthesized on the spot and photographed this guy ’s muscle. Only then can it barely sustain its life.
But Aguimu's weight still plummeted. The whole person has only a skeleton, crumpled skin, and a broken spike.
If you look closely, you can even feel the sharp and fine thorns under this guy's rubbery skin.
That's the product of nerve endings completely infested with amethyst virus.
Over-infection-a phenomenon that never happens under normal circumstances.
It was pure torture.
They have also received a sufficient amount of pathological analysis reports for this purpose.
And the crystal nerves that almost pierced the body surface also became their harvest.
Pathological samples produced by the yellow crystal pathogen that has not been modified by the fairy series spell.
This is what is enough to make China crazy.
After several months, they finally got it.
But Xue Bufan was in a heavy mood.
Today is the day of Aguimu's death.
Chi Kunli's tail curled up, lying in front of Aguimu, his spine arched, his breathing mouth opened, and his teeth were bitten to death.
Feng Yecai recorded this scene with great interest.
"It seems that this should be the expression of" sadness "of the Yuan tribe?"
Poseidon's idea of ​​parsing the expression language of the human race is also used by the human race to quickly familiarize with the expression language of other ethnic groups-there is even a special road rank.
Xue Bufan felt heavy and shook his head.
"Why? Worrying the surrounding Yuan clan swarming up and tearing the two of us?" Feng Yecai poked him with his elbow.
Today is the day when Aguimu left. A few days ago, Feng Ye predicted this-of course, he just chose a random day and stopped the supply of Life Flame.
But these Yuan tribes seem to have completely forgotten the question about the standard of death.
In Chi Kunli's view, this is exactly the evidence of Longnu's "spiritual doctor".
Originally, his son could only live for a few days, and in the hands of the two dragon slave doctors, this kid actually lived for many more months. In these days, these two dragon slaves actually burned their cultivation practices and continued to live for his son.
These are real and can be felt.
Moreover, they predict when their son will die, when his son will die.
The Yuan tribe has lost the power of "technology", but still retains its impression of "technology".
The gestures of the two dragon slaves moved him deeply. Chi Kunli also truly admired their medical skills.
Therefore, he invited his few allies-the other two exiles, to share with him the last relics left by his son.
Feng Yecai faithfully recorded all this.
He was like a typical angel who had been recruited three or four decades ago-Xianmeng just got rid of the extreme hostility to the ancient monks of other planets, but he lacked any empathy for the monks of Yuanying.
Everyone knows that in the expression language of monkeys, "grinning smile" is the expression of the inferior to the superior, and is the embodiment of the fear and humiliation of the weak. However, zoologists who study monkeys will not be humiliated by smiling at monkeys-even if he understands that in the context of monkeys, this is equivalent to kneeling.
Researchers who eat a five-dollar box lunch will not be indignant because of the congenital immunodeficiency mouse they eat and eat thousands of sterile feeds.
Researchers are not stingy about pleasing experimental animals-as long as the experiment requires the animals to maintain a good mood and a healthy body.
Feng Ye is just such a person who doesn't mean to smile at the monkey.
Even within the range of his calculator, several tall Yuan races have cut a thin body, and then carefully removed the yellow crystals and put the meat into their mouths.
The ritual started with drinking blood. Chi Kunli looked up at the sky and screamed, sorrow in his voice. He bit the arteries of his son's body and drank slowly.
Then, cut the body.
The three parts of Dantian, heart and brain are supposed to be inherited by the child's father.
After that, only two other people got their turn.
The three men were drinking blood and ate up this tiny body.
Xue Bufan felt vomiting. He said: "We should almost go back? It's alright."
"Who said that." Feng Yecai said to Nunu over there: "There are three pathology reports to be written."
"You ..." Xue Bufan struggled on his face. In the end, he still sat down: "What are you going to do? Not afraid of disclosure?"
"Afraid of a fart." Feng Ye only smiled: "Just take a little risk."
Xue Bufan sighed: "You know, the spirit that dares to take risks, this bloodline is often not passed on."
"Oh?" Feng Yecai nodded. "Indeed, in a blink of an eye, we have all come here-our bloodlines are not ready to let us go to the third yuan prison. They are to deal with the land of Shenzhou Environment. "
He paused and said, "We have already surpassed our bloodline-since that is the case, then go further?"
"Be specific? How?"
"It's very simple." Feng Yecai said: "First, you have to drag it."
"drag?"
"Yes." Feng Yecai analyzed: "According to the original statement, the kid should only live for a few days. But we have continued to use his vitality to make him live for so long. It stands to reason that patients and The vitality of pathogens should be strengthened by one body. In other words, under this method, the stronger the person, the stronger the disease, and it is impossible to continue for so long. "
"So, I can conclude that the effect of Life Flame on this pathogen is very small."
"This is not right." Xue Bufan frowned.
The Flame of Life is a special skill of Tianyan Catalogue. After comprehending the nature of "negative entropy", the magical power was born by accidentally echoing the remnant of the sacred power. If there is no deliberate guidance, this magical power should treat all creatures equally.
"However, it just happened." Feng Yecai spread his hands together and then clapped his hands together. "In addition, have you noticed that the more serious the illness, the faster the boy's body will collapse? At the beginning, you and I both It ’s easy for him to continue his life, but afterwards, we even have to burn and repair it.

Xue Bufan nodded: "Really ... but this is a normal phenomenon? Exhaustion and death are originally a landslide-like process. The further back, the more unstoppable."
"No, I think the rate of this exhaustion is abnormal. The other is the rate of cultivation loss." Feng Yecai said: "So, I have a conjecture that the non-specific immune function of the Yuan family can actually be to a certain extent. It inhibits the activity of the pathogen of citrine. Perhaps there is a threshold, as long as the threshold is exceeded, it may not be infected. We need to wait and wait for the onset of the citrine pathogen. "
Xue Bufan's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? According to a small amount of data provided by the Deep Valley Yuan tribe, the incubation period of the Huang Jing plague can be calculated in years!"
"So, this is a long-term task, brother." Feng Yecai said: "However, I still have two ideas. First of all, these three Yuan tribes, cultivated similarly, were also eating the same patient at the same time. Organization. They are a good empirical group and a control group. We can bless one of them and strengthen his body for a long time to see if he can resist the yellow crystal plague. "
"Impossible." Xue Bufan shook his head: "We don't know the threshold of intake. If their intake this time is already several orders of magnitude higher than the threshold of the immune system of that Yuan family, then how can we bless their physique? It ’s useless. As for delaying the onset of time ... we do n’t know the average length of the incubation period, and we do n’t know the extreme and variance of the incubation period. It ’s meaningless to study the individual. "
"Well, so I said, this is a long-term process." Feng Yecai nodded: "There are many Yuan tribes, and there are many patients of Yuan tribes."
"You ..." Xue Bufan no longer knew what to say.
At this time, Chi Kunli came over. He still had a trace of blood on his mouth and a sad face, but said solemnly to the two of them: "Two of you, you have done your job brilliantly. I think I should give you a reward. What do you think you need?"
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