"Another trash junior, you still want to attack me?" The man in the cloak stepped on Xie Tianfeng's head and said coldly, "You think you can deceive me by pretending to be unconscious? I knew you were awake a long time ago, stupidly
Guy, originally you were considered a good puppet material, but since I have three top female puppets, and there is an Ancient Yuan Holy Body over there, your existence is dispensable, so I might as well send you on your way!"
The force of his foot was about to crush Xie Tianfeng's head into pieces.
"Stop! Let him go, or I will destroy this Poison Scripture. I still have a lot of explosive thunder beads. At worst, I will detonate all the treasures together and blow this place, including the five of us, into the sky. What do you want me to do?"
I can't get it either!" Xia Chen gritted his teeth and said coldly. At some point, he sat up again and took out his left hand, holding a black book in his palm.
This black book was naturally the Evil Wind and Poison Sutra. Seeing that Xie Tianfeng was about to be trampled to death, Xia Chen had no choice but to use the Evil Wind and Poison Sutra to threaten him. This was almost his last life-saving straw.
The cloaked man's feet stopped. He looked at Xia Chen, not nervous at all. Instead, he showed a strange smile and said slowly: "Do you know, I could have controlled you first, but why did I have to wait until
Now?"
Xia Chen's heart was shocked. Almost without thinking, he used all his remaining energy to shake, and with a cry, the flames with a temperature of several hundred degrees rose up, instantly wrapping the Poison Sutra in the flames. He wanted to transform the Hou Tian Fire,
Burn the Poison Sutra.
But a strange scene happened. The black book stood silently in the fire. The seemingly paper pages showed no signs of being burned, and were as stable as a mountain, as if the flames were just air.
Xia Chen's expression changed.
"Hehehe..." The man in the cloak laughed sarcastically, "The Poison Scripture is our sect's holy book. How can such a treasure be burned to ashes by you? Stupid guy, you haven't even figured this out.
?Why are you still fighting with me? The reason why I don’t control you first is to wait for you to threaten me with the Poison Sutra. You are really an obedient puppy!"
He stretched out his hand towards Xia Chen and grabbed it, and the innocent fire that was still burning behind the Poison Sutra suddenly went out completely.
Xia Chen's expression changed again. Not only could he not destroy the Poison Meridian now, he could not even move his body. A cold numbness came from his arms. It slowly swept through his whole body, and everything he passed was numb.
Spreading poison through the air!
Xia Chen was horrified. This kind of poisoning technique was invisible and traceless, so it was really terrifying.
He gritted his teeth. Although he couldn't move, the hand holding Zhao Huayang's body behind him did not relax at all. Then he used his last bit of strength, and countless sky-splitting sharp edges flashed across his body. Then they disappeared.
Naturally, the man in the cloak couldn't see his little movements. With a slight move, the Evil Wind Poison Sutra automatically left Xia Chen's palm and slowly fell into his hand.
Gently turning the pages of the book, the man in the cloak browsed. After a while, his face showed an extremely excited expression and murmured: "It is indeed the Poison Scripture, it is extremely profound... Great, wait until I study the Poison Scripture
Successful. Breaking through the second level of supernatural power in one fell swoop. Who else in the world can resist it? In the end, I, Zhan Peng, will not take the position of sect leader!"
Unknowingly, his ambition has been fully exposed in this sentence.
Reluctantly putting the Poison Sutra away, the cloaked man Zhan Peng looked at Xia Chen and smiled ferociously: "Thank you for everything you have done for me. If you hadn't killed the Blood Puppet Poison Lord, how would I have gotten the Saint from you?
Dian? In order to thank you, I will make you into a puppet now, so that you, good friends who share life and death, can have a good gathering."
Without looking, he kicked Xie Tianfeng away and reached out to grab Xia Chen, who immediately flew towards him involuntarily.
The Poison Sutra has been obtained, and the situation is all under Zhan Peng's control. He can kill this junior named Xie Tianfeng at any time. The most important thing now is to control Xia Chen. Although Xia Chen seems to be at the end of his rope and has no ability to fight back,
But Zhan Peng still retained a trace of vigilance deep in his heart.
He witnessed with his own eyes how Xia Chen killed Zhao Huayang step by step. This junior's grasp of people's hearts, his tenacity of character, his endless supply of trump cards, and his timing of using them were all at their peak. Even for an experienced magical power like his
The monk couldn't help but feel very frightened after seeing it.
Zhan Peng thought to himself that even if he were in the same position as Zhao Huayang, he would still be killed by Xia Chen, and he might even be worse than Zhao Huayang. Only by turning Xia Chen into an unconscious puppet as soon as possible can he feel at ease.
Xia Chen's face was dull. His whole body was paralyzed by the poison, and even his thinking and consciousness slowed down. He was close to stopping, so he could only let it go.
Zhan Peng suddenly frowned. He grabbed Xia Chen from the air. Unexpectedly, Xia Chen came over, but he flew over with Zhao Huayang's body. What happened?
Looking sideways, Zhan Peng realized that one of Xia Chen's palms had been deeply inserted into Zhao Huayang's chest. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized. This was obviously the time when Xia Chen was suppressed by him just now, because
I was extremely angry and couldn't bear it, so I inserted my hands into the corpse to vent my anger. I couldn't help but smile disdainfully: "You are indeed a piece of garbage. He only vents his anger on the corpse."
He was about to knock off Zhao Huayang's body with a palm, but suddenly he stopped and saw the storage bag hanging on Zhao Huayang's waist. His eyes lit up immediately, he reached out and took off the storage bag, and said to himself: "
I almost forgot, Zhao Huayang is also a dignified first-level monk with magical powers. Since he is from the Haoran Sect, he must have treasures... He really made a fortune this time."
He didn't bother to grab Zhao Huayang's body, with a look of greed on his face. One hand opened the storage bag impatiently and looked through it, while the other hand pressed directly on the top of Xia Chen's head.
The palms of hands kept pouring in.
Xia Chen's face showed a dark look, but he remained motionless, as if he had resigned himself to his fate. But at this moment, the several sky-splitting sharp edges he had just hidden in his body suddenly flickered slightly, and then gently touched his sensitive internal organs.
Cut.
Immediately, Xia Chen's body was shaken by the severe pain in his body, and a hint of clarity flashed through his eyes that had become empty. In this moment of clarity, Xia Chen used a technique. Then, the poison hit him like a waterfall.
, and drowned his rare lucidity.
Zhan Peng also felt Xia Chen's body shaking, but he didn't pay attention, thinking it was Xia Chen's instinctive reaction to pain. He only focused all his attention on Zhao Huayang's storage bag.
In his opinion, as long as Xia Chen was controlled by the poison, it would be impossible for this junior to escape. Only then could his mind completely relax.
"Yes, yes... not only the Azure Ruler, but also other treasures, yuan stones, exercises, talismans... Haha, Zhao Huayang, Zhao Huayang, you didn't expect that after you die, all your treasures will belong to me.
Yes, I am really lucky today, I got so much at once..."
Zhan Peng put away the storage bag with satisfaction, then released his palm, looking at Xia Chen with a dull expression and smiling expectantly: "I have accepted Zhao Huayang's treasure, now it's time to dedicate your treasure, hand it over quickly.
Well, I really want to see what good things you have?"
Although it only lasted a moment, Zhan Peng delivered most of the poison to Xia Chen. With his poison control skills, it was impossible for this junior to escape even if he broke through to the first level of magical power.
"Okay, I have the biggest treasure, and I can't wait to hand it over to you." Suddenly, Xia Chen gave a weird smile.
Zhan Peng's expression suddenly changed. He had been instilling poison into Xia Chen. Although he would not turn Xia Chen into a puppet immediately, he would definitely not be able to laugh for no reason.
Realizing that something was wrong, he paused his palm, and the innate energy suddenly burst out, trying to smash Xia Chen's head into pieces. At this moment, he could not care about keeping a poisonous puppet of the Ancient Yuan Holy Body, so he killed Xia Chen first.
Let's get the situation under control.
But it's too late.
Boom! A black figure suddenly shot out from behind Xia Chen, and his tattered fist with exposed bones set off a torrent of poisonous waves and strong winds, hitting his chest hard at an unimaginable speed.
"You!" Zhan Peng was caught off guard and only had time to roar before being blasted away by the black shadow. A mouthful of blood spurted out in the air. It was still red when it first spurted out, but it immediately turned black.
The placket of his chest turned to fly ash silently, and the skin inside showed a black fist mark the size of a bowl. This mark was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the muscles seemed to be melted.
Festered one after another.
"Ouch!" The black shadow raised its head to the sky and let out a deafening roar. It rushed forward like lightning, and its extremely ferocious fist brought an extremely poisonous wind and attacked Zhan Peng like a storm.
This black shadow is surprisingly Zhao Huayang’s body!
At this time, Zhao Huayang had completely turned into pitch black. He had been completely changed by the explosion of the magic weapon. He had few good spots. Now his whole body was black and his face was extremely terrifying. He looked like a ghost, making people afraid.
Xia Chen stood aside coldly, watching Zhan Peng retreat steadily under Zhao Huayang's crazy attack. His body was eroded by black poisonous gas, and his face began to turn black.
"Ahhh..." Zhan Peng was caught off guard and was pushed to the extreme by Zhao Huayang. He resisted with all his strength, but still couldn't help but retreat. The festering fist mark on his chest had spread to the size of a plate, revealing the corroded muscles inside.
, black blood kept flowing out from the mouth and nose.
"Poison Corpse Puppet!" Zhan Peng gasped, almost going crazy, with an unbelievable look of shock in his eyes, and roared, "How did you turn him into a Poison Corpse Puppet? This is impossible, this is not possible
possible!"
He never dreamed that Xia Chen would turn Zhao Huayang into a poisonous corpse puppet.
No wonder Xia Chen had been holding on to Zhao Huayang's corpse just now, but in just a short time, he, a seriously injured junior, turned the corpse of a first-level magical monk into a poisonous corpse puppet? How did this junior do it?
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