The red medicine powder of Soul-Devouring San turned into tiny airflows from the moment it entered the mouth and flowed through the meridians of the whole body. Zhuo Yifan felt exhausted and painful all over his body. It seemed that countless small insects were crawling around in his body. Although time passed, this pain was also gradually improving.

"Mr. Wu, here is a pack of good soul wound medicine. After taking it, the spiritual brain can be repaired after resting for half an hour. The meditation power can also be filled. The soul-devouring sap in this kid's body has already occurred, and I want to take him back for research." The Soul King touched Zhuo Yifan's face and said bluntly: "If Mr. Wu is interested, welcome to my underground secret room as a guest."

"Well, I'm tired too. Go back to recuperate first. The Soul King must love him well."

"Young Master Wu, don't worry." The Soul King nodded and casually called out the two guards and drove Zhuo Yifan forward and backward to the corner of the restaurant. There was an authentic tunnel in the corner, which could lead directly to the outside of the restaurant, which was also a shortcut to the secret room.

"The Seven Orifices of Victory Dispersion, the Hundred Flowers Cartilage Pill, the Ruthless Son-Breaking Poison... Hahaha! I'm going to take turns to experiment on you!" The Soul King looked at Zhuo Yifan happily, very excited, very happy, and his mind was full of poison.

After quickly taking Zhuo Yifan to the entrance of his nest, he sent the two followers back.

The secret room was very dark, surrounded by wooden racks, and the shelves were filled with small bottles of various colors, some bright and some dim, filled with pungent smell of potions, which made Zhuo Yifan's already weak body feel very painful.

Zhuo Yifan lowered his head, his face pale, and he looked so painful that he fainted. But in fact, he still had consciousness. He could clearly feel that his body was completely out of control, and every cell was suffering from the pain of dismemberment.

"This kid is dead, look at me not dealing with you well..." The Soul King did not have the power of a cultivator, and after walking for a while, he felt sweat all over.

Drug guru!

Zhuo Yifan has seen this for the first time since he grew up, and he deeply realized the horror of a drug driver.

Such people are either wasteful people born to be unable to practice, or they are hopeless about cultivation. They have been pursuing the highest realm of "poison". But a high-level poison master is very powerful, such as Zhuo Yifan once heard of the battle of wasteland before the founding of the Qin Dynasty.

That battle was due to a poisonous master, which directly annihilated an army of tens of thousands of cultivators in the Great Qin Dynasty, and even masters from the Sanxuan Mansion Realm died under the poison technique. As for the originally dense jungle, it is still swept by poisonous mist and no grass grows.

Therefore, the cancer of the poison master is the public enemy of all monks. Such people either don’t provoke them. Once they provoke them, they must find someone to eradicate them, otherwise they will have to open one eye when they sleep in the future.

"Bang!" The Soul King rudely threw Zhuo Yifan to the ground, picked up the iron chains that had been prepared and handcuffed Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan's vision was completely dark, and his demonic eyes went on strike completely. He suddenly felt cold in his body, as if his whole body was about to be divided into two halves by the toxins from the Soul-Devouring Solved.

He didn't have any strength to resist, but he felt that the medicinal power of the Soul-Devouring San was not stopping, but was still increasing. First, it was the pain in the skin, then the pain in the internal organs, and finally it even felt that even the soul was about to dissipate thinly.

Zhuo Yifan had a dark face, his face was as stagnant as water, and he couldn't even use the strength to raise his head.

In the dark world, there are only the "rustling" sound of flipping books, and the extremely terrifying sound of water drops. The Soul King seems to be mixing unknown potions. He just occasionally looked up at Zhuo Yifan and confirmed whether his poisonous slave was still alive.

After a lot of time, Zhuo Yifan felt that the pain in his body gradually eased, and he seemed to have successfully overcome the pain of the Soul-Devouring San. But he knew very well that this was just an illusion, because ** and soul had long been accustomed to this pain and were numb.

He didn't expect that he would end his mission in the Blood Prison in this way.

Thinking back on how much pain I was carrying, I rushed all the way from the middle of the Blood Prison. Although it was not too long, it was a bit sad to die in the hands of an ordinary person.

At this time, a cold hand suddenly reached over and pinched Zhuo Yifan's man, and then a gloomy laughter came: "Okay! I am worthy of being a monk, I actually survived under my enhanced version of Soul-Devouring Sperm! Very good! Very good! I did not disappoint my expectations! In order to reward you, I decided to give you my new poison, Nine Orifices Soul-Breaking Pill!"

The Soul King opened Zhuo Yifan's mouth and threw the newly refined pill, grinned and laughed: "Boy, your good day is here. The Nine Orifices Soul-Breaking Pill is not something that ordinary people can understand. I'll go to bed first and see your changes in a few hours."

Zhuo Yifan lowered his head and didn't say anything. The Soul-Breaking Pill had begun to dissolve in his body and had initially exerted the effect of the medicine.

He felt that his internal organs were being dissolved layer by layer, and he felt a severe pain like skinning!

"I hope you don't die too quickly. If you survive this time, I will give you another big reward, hehehe..." The Soul King yawned and walked out of the secret room. As an ordinary person, he still needs a normal rest.

"I, Zhuo Yifan, would rather die than be humiliated here!"

Zhuo Yifan took out unprecedented courage, endured this tragic pain, stretched his tongue hard under two rows of teeth, and bit it down! Blood flowed down the corners of his lips in an instant.

Blood light burst out, and a mouthful of blood was spit out by Zhuo Yifan along with his bloody red tongue.

Zhuo Yifan was discouraged.

The consciousness is gradually disappearing, and he feels that he will return to the west at any time.

Buzz!…

However, the ring trembled again at this time, and invisible waves slowly squeezed out from the dark red ring and flowed into his body quickly. He suddenly felt an extremely refreshing feeling, and all the pain was weakening.

"I won't save you sooner or later, I'm tortured so much now, have you done your best?" Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly in his heart. He only knew that he seemed to be unable to die for the time being. Although the pain has eased, he lost his tongue...

The cold breeze blew through the small gap in the secret room, blowing away Zhuo Yifan's sweat. The meditation power accumulated in his finger rings became his last hope.

The invisible meditation power is released from the ring and flows along the meridians in Zhuo Yifan's body. Every time the flow is a circle, the medicinal power of the Soul-Breaking Pill will be reduced by one point.

The two poisons do not act directly on **, but harm the soul, so using spiritual power to suppress is useless. But as long as you have enough meditation power, it is enough to resist or even offset the power of the poison.

After a while, under the harmony of the meditation power emitted by the finger ring, the medicinal powers of the Soul-Breaking Pill and the Soul-Devouring Powder were level with each other. The two completely different toxins began to fight inwardly, and finally they restrained each other and completely offset them. Zhuo Yifan instantly felt like he was sublimation.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan truly realized the beauty of meditation power. If he could master this power, how powerful would it be?

"Why can't I do soul meditation? Is it because my heart is not firm enough? Do I really don't have the talent for soul cultivation?"

"The soul controls pain. If your soul becomes empty, offset the mental pain and achieves a state of no suffering. Then you can gain more powerful power than anyone else."

"Who is talking to me?" Zhuo Yifan's face changed, and at this time, a force swept him hard and pulled him out.

Boom!

There was a burst of noise in his mind, and he was surprised to find that he actually saw himself with his naked eyes? His soul was out of his body.

The second level of the fourth level of soul meditation - out of the soul! The soul leaves the body and gets rid of the body.

After walking out of his body, Zhuo Yifan's vision recovered, and the severe pain in his body disappeared. This was like a strange dream!

"The way of heaven can reduce the excess and make up for the deficiency; the way of man can reduce the deficiency and make up for the excess. The way of Shura can achieve the coexistence of the six realms and transcend the ten thousand realms. If you are destined to die, you have exchanged the recognition of the Great Asura Demon Emperor with your belief in death. Let me say congratulations first..." The pupils shrank, and Zhuo Yifan's gaze suddenly froze on the dark red ring hanging on the chest of his body.

If he heard it correctly, Cangming's terrifying voice came from his finger rings!
Chapter completed!