Chapter seven hundred and eighty-fifth: endless poison
"I wonder what kind of opponent Zhao is about to face? I hope the opponent's cultivation level will not exceed a certain level." Zhao Shoushou prayed and strode forward.
This is already a arena where we must move forward. Only by defeating the enemy can Zhao Shoushou have the opportunity to continue to move forward to the fifth, sixth and even seventh floors. There are only two outcomes here: victory or defeat. The winner can
Get all the treasures and trophies you want, and the only outcome for the loser is to perish.
A monk in another passage also just woke up. After understanding the challenge here, he packed up and moved forward cautiously.
"I wonder what the difference is between these famous monks and casual cultivators? If you want to defeat us, you have to pay a price." This is a monk dressed like a beggar.
His whole body exuded a fishy stench as if he hadn't taken a bath for several years. His smooth scalp was also pitch black. The so-called clothes were like pieces of cloth hanging on his body. In his right hand was a battered dog.
The stick, and the left hand is a broken bowl with only half left.
In the world of cultivation, all kinds of strange things happen one after another. Monks who like to play beggars or are real beggars also exist. What they enjoy is this unrestrained life and the so-called freedom of pursuit.
Of course, those who have this special hobby are mostly low-level monks among casual cultivators. It is quite rare for dignified Nascent Soul monks to survive as beggars.
However, this kind of behavior is unique and usually possesses some special means or combat power, which should not be underestimated.
Even in some aspects, they are more difficult to deal with than some so-called monks with names in the world of cultivation, and they have no regard for the so-called face and demeanor during the battle. In order to achieve the final victory, they will do whatever it takes to win the final victory.
Means.
Zhao Shoushou was also a casual cultivator, and he also had the same qualities. From this point of view, the two of them were matched against each other and would meet talented people. As for who can win the final victory, it still depends on the strength of the two.
The distance between the two passages was not too far. It was only half a cup of tea. The two monks had already met and were checking each other out. Out of their caution, they did not take action immediately.
"The old beggar is so polite. I wonder who my friend's name is? What sect and sect he comes from? The old beggar has a wide circle of friends, and he may even become a close friend." The beggar-like monk immediately asked, as if he wanted to find out where he came from.
, so as to have an estimate of his means and strength.
"In these Seven Burial Pagodas, we are fighting for life and death, so why bother trying to establish friendship here?" He was quite dismissive of such small tricks.
"Hahaha, it's the old beggar's fault. It's better to decide the outcome quickly." The old beggar seemed to have woken up from a dream, and only then did he understand what kind of place this was.
"Looks like a loyal person, but is actually treacherous. He maintains friendship on the surface, but secretly does evil things. Unfortunately, this little trick has no effect on Mr. Zhao." A flash of light flashed, and the mana was condensing with some poisonous and almost invisible poison.
Fly back.
Who can overcome countless difficulties and obstacles step by step and successfully condense the Yuanying to reach the current level? Who is not a typical person with a kind face and a dark heart?
Including Zhao Shoushou, countless people have been deprived of opportunities along the way. Every step forward is built on numerous bones.
"My Taoist friend comes from a famous family and is extremely powerful. The old beggar can only use this small and unattractive means to win back the situation." What the old beggar said was high-sounding, but he was still secretly testing his origins.
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. How about you taste Zhao's method?" He flipped his left hand, and a palm-sized Li Jing appeared in his hand. Under the stimulation of mana, it shot out a burst of mirror light.
Shake.
The old beggar was stunned for a moment. For a Yuanying stage monk, this was already an incredible achievement. This also shows Li Jing's quality.
After a monk is promoted to Nascent Soul, both his spiritual consciousness and mana have greatly improved, and it is difficult for ordinary methods to affect them.
Originally, according to his plan, Li Jing would be mainly used as a defensive acquired spiritual treasure in the future, with only a little hallucinogenic function, mainly used to act as a diversion, and nothing more than a harassment function.
How rich is Zhao Shoushou's combat experience? Even if it is unexpected and he has not made much preparation beforehand, once a suitable fighter opportunity appears, he will definitely be able to seize it.
The demon-suppressing staff came out smoothly, leaped in the air across the space between the two parties, fell hard, and hit the old beggar hard on the head.
If the target can be accurately hit, no matter who the old beggar is, he will just turn into a rotten watermelon and die here on the spot.
"My fellow Taoist is really sharp in his attack, but it's a pity that the old beggar should not die." There was a sigh, which contained a secret joy in death, but also a trace of uncontrollable anger.
The broken bowl in the old beggar's hand spurted out a stream of water, which seemed to be only as long and thick as chopsticks. The weak stream was actually firmly supporting the Demon Subduing Staff in the air.
In addition, the dog-beating stick that was coated with pulp in his hand was stabbed towards Zhao Shoushou's abdomen. When he was about to get closer, dense leaves sprouted from one end of the stick, and these leaves full of life were spinning at high speed.
Zhao Shoushou's coat already had a certain defensive effect, but it was useless in front of these small leaves, and it soon became the beggar's clothes like an old beggar.
The leaves and the coat died together, but the dog-beating stick took this opportunity to step forward and pointed directly at the Dantian on Zhao Shoushou's abdomen, the tip was sharp.
No matter when, where, or what level of cultivation a monk is in, the Dantian is always the top priority. Once the Dantian is severely damaged, the monk's future path will be affected.
Destroying someone's path is like killing one's parents. There is no room for alleviation of this hatred. Zhao Shoushou couldn't help but become angry again. Li Jing quickly stepped forward and turned into a human-sized person.
There was only a "clang" sound, and the two treasures collided together at the critical moment. The two acquired spiritual treasures of excellent quality were not affected. Zhao Shoushou used the power of Li Jing's counterattack to retreat back and open the gap between the two sides.
distance.
He had just left, and where he was originally standing, a jet-black water containing highly toxic water had spewed out, like a natural underground fountain.
Regarding this situation, Zhao Shoushou actually did not have any advance predictions. He was able to successfully escape this time just because of luck. If he hadn't retreated in time just now, even he would have had a headache from the venom.
This old beggar should be a monk who is proficient in the art of making poisons. Even if he is contaminated with these poisons, it will take enough time to resolve them.
Precisely in battle, time is most scarce, and these venoms are enough to affect the outcome of the battle.