The two of them looked at each other with their eyes and their noses, and their minds were still recalling the information that Hall Master Qin had given them about this deputy hall master.

Since they, a group of slaves, formally swore to join Qiankun Palace, they knew all the information about Qiankun Palace. They knew that this was a newly emerging force, but they didn't know how strong this force was.

However, as former disciples of Xuanyun Sect, they naturally cannot treat people who are capable of establishing a sect as ordinary people. Such people are either powerful or have strong support from powerful forces behind them.

After understanding the inside story of Qiankun Palace, the two of them seemed to disagree with the two points they thought. Except for the cultivation of the Wanqi Palace Master they met that day, the strength of everyone else was not high.

This is simply not enough for many large sects, especially those as large as the Xuanyun Sect.

In this divine world, there are endless forces, big and small, but only a few can truly stand out.

But now, their unfortunate experience has brought them to this point, and they have accepted it. Even when the Wanqi Palace Master said that day that he could let them leave, they were not moved at all.

The reason is simple. During their most desperate and darkest times, they swore that whoever could save them from purgatory would be their master.

I think they once stood in the sun, glamorous and beautiful, and were admired by the world.

But they never expected that one day, they would fall from the clouds into the mud, and see themselves being pressed into the mud and ravaged and tortured. They were emitting a foul stench, facing countless ridicules and contempt, and had no way to defend themselves. If it weren't for the hatred that supported them, they would have collapsed long ago.

After everything they had been through, today, when Hall Master Qin told them that the Deputy Hall Master might be able to cure their madness, they were ecstatic yet nervous.

They knew they were not crazy and that it was all that man's fault, but they had no evidence.

Before meeting Fu Ling'er, the two had a rather mysterious impression of her. After being on the island for so many days, they had not yet met the legendary Qiankun Palace's real boss, the mysterious deputy palace master.

They knew that Palace Master Wanqi and the Deputy Palace Master were husband and wife, and they were filled with curiosity about the Deputy Palace Master.

Now that they saw her in person, she was so beautiful that they dared not look directly at her. They subconsciously did not dare to act rashly in front of her. They did not know what was going on. The deputy hall master was obviously very polite and did not sound superior at all!

Maybe some people are born with aura.

"Min Cang, right? Stretch out your hand, I'll take your pulse," Fu Ling'er's words brought the two back to their scattered thoughts. After hearing what she said clearly, Min Cang was stunned, then looked up at Fu Ling'er, and couldn't help but blushing.

When did the deputy hall master sit next to him? Would it be bad if the deputy hall master found out that he was distracted?

Min Cang pursed his lips, straightened his face, and then stretched out his hand.

"Relax, don't be nervous, and don't resist or reject." Fu Ling'er placed her index and middle fingers on Min Cang's wrist, and then a trace of chaotic power slowly injected into his wrist, flowing upwards along the tendons and veins.

Min Cang only felt a stream of air flowing through his veins. His originally relaxed muscles tensed up again, and he instinctively wanted to resist, but he remembered Fu Ling'er's instructions and tried to relax himself.

So he simply closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and tried not to pay attention to the direction of the airflow.

The power of chaos traveled around Min Cang's body, and Fu Ling'er didn't find anything unusual. So, she guided the power of chaos upwards.

Enter the brain and wander around every part of the brain little by little.

Suddenly, the power of chaos was attacked, no, it was intercepted.

At this moment, a black and red mist appeared at Min Cang's spiritual platform, like a roadblock, preventing the power of chaos from moving forward.

"Huh? What is this? Could it be that the power of chaos has triggered the spell's alertness?" Fu Ling'er thought to herself. This was the only part of Min Cang's body that was abnormal.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Then, the power of chaos turned into a big net and wrapped around the black and red fog.

Suddenly, as the power of chaos approached, the black and red mist seemed to have met its nemesis. It was frightened and retreated violently.

At this moment, Min Cang's head was aching unbearably, big beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead, and his lips were turning white, but he was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

He had only one thought, that is, the deputy hall master had found the cause of his illness and was saving him now, so he had to hold on.

The fact was just as Min Cang thought. Fu Ling'er's chaotic net caught up with the fog and wrapped it up with a fierce force. The black and red fog seemed to have life and it only struggled for half a breath before it became motionless.

Just killed him like that?

Impossible, the fog doesn't look that simple.

So, the power of chaos moved forward again, and soon she knew what the fog was.

It turned out that there was a black and red skull pattern in the center of Min Cang Lingtai. When I looked closer, I saw that the skull was made up of countless black and red runes, and the two eye sockets of the skull had the most runes, so many that they looked like two eyeballs. The eyeballs were emitting wisps of black and red mist.

It turns out that this evil curse was at work.

Now that we have found the source and learned that the nemesis of the skull is the power of chaos, it will be easy to deal with.

So, the next moment, Fu Ling'er remotely controlled the power of chaos to quickly transform into a large net. This large net seemed to have endless power, and it moved at an astonishing speed, directly covering the hideous skull.

In the blink of an eye, the big net was like a dragnet, tightly wrapping the skull. In an instant, a violent wave was set off on the net, and countless protruding points were like angry beasts, jumping wildly on the net, one after another, and it seemed that you could hear the barely perceptible roar.

At this moment, Min Cang seemed to have gone through the torture of purgatory. His face was frighteningly pale, and he was shaking as if he had just been fished out of the water. Qin Mingfei and Luan Ye had already held him down tightly to prevent him from being unable to bear the severe pain and going crazy.

The contest between the spirit platforms was still going on, and then the big net seemed to be hit violently several times by some force, as if it was trying to break free and overturn the net.

Time passed by minute by minute, and this thrilling contest came to an end. Finally, the raised point on the last big net suddenly stopped agitating, and the whole place returned to calm.

After a while, Min Cang felt the intense pain disappear instantly. There was a warm sun-like power in his mind, soothing his mind. He suddenly felt relaxed and comfortable all over, as if the feeling of long-standing illness disappeared instantly.