Zhuang Zhou and his son walked to the place of the plague king!

"Dad, he seems to be alive? I just saw his fingers moving!" Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes wide and looked at Wen Jun.

The verbal king was extremely weak at this moment, but when he saw the father and son approaching, he was still full of excitement. Two more lesions turned them into pus and could restore himself a little more.

Zhuangfu put Zhuang Zhou down and frowned at the plague king in front of him.

"Is this the clothes of the disciple of Saint Yang Zhu? He is the disciple of Saint Yang Zhu?" Zhuangfu frowned.

"Ah? The personal disciple of Saint Yang Zhu?" Zhuang Zhou said curiously.

You know, the teacher Zhuang Zhou was not qualified to say that he was a disciple of Saint Yang Zhu. Is this a disciple of Saint Yang Zhu in front of me?

"Dad, I think he has a breath and is injured!" Zhuang Zhou said curiously.

The weak verbal king was excited. As long as the two of them leaned on him a little longer, just like the hunter before, he could start.

"Zhou'er, don't worry about him, let's go home!" Zhuang's father suddenly shook his head and said.

"Ah?" Zhuang Zhou looked at Zhuang's father in a daze.

The gentleman's face also froze. No matter what I am? Why?

"Just pretend that I didn't see him, Zhou'er, saving him may be a good thing or a bad thing, it's fine, but what should I do if I have a bad thing? Our family is already in a difficult situation and can't be broken anymore! Your mother is still lying on the bed, and you still have to study, let's leave! Just pretend that I didn't see him!" Zhuangfu shook his head immediately.

Mr. Plague: “…………!”

"But, dad, didn't you teach me before that a gentleman wants to be virtuous? He is still alive, so we will take him out of the mountain. Isn't he a disciple of the saint Yang Zhu? We send him to my teacher, just..." Zhuang Zhou's kindness finally couldn't bear to watch this person die.

"But..." Zhuangfu was still a little worried.

"Save, save, save me!" The plague king trembled weakly.

The call for help at this moment finally made Zhuang Zhou unable to take a step forward.

Just took a step forward, and suddenly, the plague Lord moved.

"Be careful, Zhou'er!" Zhuang's father exclaimed.

Isn’t this a dying person? Why is it suddenly so fast?

I saw the gentleman's nails pierce Zhuang Zhou's skin in an instant. Zhuang Zhou rushed forward and immediately slid, and it actually slipped away.

But it just slid away, and the skin was pierced by the Plague Lord on his hand, and a plague poison entered his body.

"Ah!" Zhuang Zhou screamed in pain.

When Zhuang's father hugged Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou's face turned purple and the poisoning was already deep.

"Poison? You poisoned my son, why?" Zhuangfu shouted in horror.

Zhuang Zhou fell to the ground and looked at the plague king incredibly, saying that he wanted to save him, why, why did he harm him?

Zhuang Zhou doesn’t understand!

The plague poison entered the body and it was difficult to suffer. In this moment, Zhuang Zhou fainted.

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Zhuang Zhou’s spiritual world.

"Boom!"

When Zhuang Zhou was poisoned outside, a thunder sounded across the world of blood sun.

The caterpillar transformed by Wang Xiong gnawed on the leaves of a big tree, suddenly looked up, and his face changed.

"You can't sleep, wake up, wake up! Use the power of the great way to drive away the poison!" Wang Xiong shouted anxiously.

However, no matter how anxious Wang Xiong was, Zhuang Zhou from the outside world could not wake up.

Wang Xiong was anxious for a moment.

But at this moment, another caterpillar that was sent away by himself not long ago quickly crawled over and bit Wang Xiong's leg.

"Erhei, why are you here again?" Wang Xiong frowned.

Wang Xiong is already hundreds of times the size of Erhei. He is anxious about Zhuang Zhou's situation outside the world, so how can he pay attention to Erhei?

However, Erhei kept biting Wang Xiong's legs, making Wang Xiong frown slightly.

"My body outside was just unconscious, Erhei, you came. Could it be that it was poisoning in reality and reacted to the spiritual world? Erhei, what are you going to do? Take me there quickly!" Wang Xiong's expression moved immediately.

Erhei led the way in front, and Wang Xiong followed behind and crawled.

Soon, we arrived at a large valley on the ground.

In the valley, there are thousands of caterpillars, all of which are pitch black, and on the other side are hundreds of thousands of termites.

These termites do not eat wood, only caterpillars.

Termites, caterpillars? The most yang and most yin in both directions are starting a clan war?

"Boom!"

From the perspective of termites and black caterpillars, the war is roaring everywhere at this moment, and the number of termites is more fierce and it is more fierce, suppressing the caterpillars in full swing.

Erhei brought himself here, as if he was making his choice.

Wang Xiong looked at the battlefield where the black caterpillar was retreating step by step, and felt enlightened.

Termites represent Confucianism in my heart, and caterpillars represent Taoist thought in my heart. Is Taoist thought suppressed?

If Taoist thoughts have been suppressed or even died, then Zhuang Zhou would never be able to comprehend Taoist thoughts and would only become a sentient being?

If you want to realize the truth, you must suppress Confucianism and Taoism?

Wang Xiong thought something and understood that in Zhuang Zhou's body, Taoist thought was saving himself like a caterpillar. Unfortunately, because Zhuang Zhou himself resisted Taoist thought and was suppressed by Confucian thought that existed in his instinct and was suppressed by termites, then Taoist thought could not be accepted by Zhuang Zhou, and he could not save himself?

Understanding this, Wang Xiong let out a long roar in an instant.

"roar!"

The caterpillar's long roar was extremely low, and no one could hear it outside, but at this moment, it was shocked by the two armies.

Wang Xiong understood that caterpillars were Zhuang Zhou's acceptance of Taoist thoughts. He had to defeat this group of termites and Zhuang Zhou had to use Taoist thoughts to save himself.

"Boom!"

The giant caterpillar transformed by Wang Xiong climbed up towards the center of the battlefield. The ordinary caterpillar was very average in size. When Wang Xiong's giant caterpillar appeared, it immediately pressed down like a mountain.

Moreover, Wang Xiong had countless sharp thorns on his body.

"boom!"

Wang Xiong was like the commander of the army, leading the caterpillar army to counterattack. At the same time, the spikes were like magic weapons. For a moment, many termites were pierced.

There was a crypt in the distance, and termites were constantly crawling out from the crypt, but wherever Wang Xiong arrived, he resisted thousands of troops with the power of one person.

As Wang Xiong fought, the sound of the Tao Te Ching seemed to be heard in the void.

"The Tao can be told, the extraordinary Tao, the name can be called, the extraordinary name......"

The sound of the Tao Te Ching sounds represents Zhuang Zhou’s instinctive acceptance of these Taoist thoughts.

"Zhuang Zhou, wake up, Zhuang Zhou, wake up! Use the power of Taoist Tao to drive away poison!" Wang Xiong yelled during the battle.

"roar!"

In the distance, there seemed to be a loud roar from the crypt where termites crawled out. A huge ant queen, Wang Xiong, issued an order.

Suddenly, the termites with thousands of troops rushed over.

Wang Xiong crawled towards the queen ant. Although some termites were bitten by them, at this moment, Wang Xiong held back the toxins and rushed into his body and desperately rushed.

"Zhuang Zhou, wake up, wake up! You can use Taoist thoughts, you can use it, you are me, you are me, Taoist thoughts can be used, use, use, use, use………!" Wang Xiong roared.

At the same time, outside.

Zhuang Zhou fainted from poisoning.

Zhuangfu suddenly showed a look of horror.

"Please let me go, let me go. I promise you whatever you want to do, and I promise you!" Zhuangfu immediately knelt down and looked at Wenjun crying.

"Hahahaha, then come, cut your skin through me, and you come here too!" Wenjun laughed.

"Okay, okay, let me go, let me go, his whole body turns black, let me go!" Zhuangfu rolled and crawled to the land of the Plague Lord.

"Tear!"

The gentleman's nails pierced Zhuang's skin, and suddenly, a large amount of plague poison entered Zhuang's body.

"Okay, save my son, please, I'm already poisoned, please, let me go, my son shouldn't die here!" Zhuangfu said expectantly.

Seeing Zhuang's father falling to the ground by poisoning, the verbal king became more proud: "Detoxification? Hahahaha, I, I, have never poisoned them, never detoxification!"

"You, you lied to me!" Zhuangfu said in horror.

"That's right, I'll lie to you. I'll use you two to refine the lesions to heal my wounds. Hahaha, heal me, you can die!" The plague Lord laughed.

"No, let my son go, my son shouldn't die! My son shouldn't die!" Zhuangfu cried in despair.

Even though his whole body was in pain and the poisoning deepened, Zhuangfu saw his son, and his eyes were full of regret. He shouldn't have come and shouldn't have come. He and his son were about to die. What should the wife on the hospital bed do?
To be continued...