Chapter 927: King of Poisons 3

Chapter 927 The King of Poisons 3
The vitality in the body is even more important to the cultivator than spiritual energy.
Ninety percent of the vitality in the body has been consumed in a short period of time.
Pei Ze had collapsed to the ground, but Jun Mohuang was still alive. It was clear who lost and who won in this game.
As long as Jun Mohuang stepped forward and dropped his sword, he could kill Pei Ze.
The people in the audience who were certain that Pei Ze would win before could not help but look stunned.
But what they didn't expect was that Jun Mohuang stepped forward, but didn't immediately kill Pei Ze, but put his hand in the air above his forehead.
Strands of black emerged from the center of Pei Ze's forehead and penetrated into Jun Mohuang's palm.
The tender white hands of Jun Mohuang's hands constantly switch back and forth between black and white, which is very strange.
"She...what the is she doing?!"
Everyone in the audience shuddered when they saw this strange scene.
Someone immediately reacted and shouted: "Jun Mohuang is sucking Pei Ze's toxin!"
After this person's prompt, everyone thought this way, and it was so.
Jun Mohuang's small hands turned black, because they had absorbed Pei Ze's toxin, and the small hands turned white again, which was obviously the toxin being purified.
For a person like Pei Ze who has practiced Sealing the Devil's Poison Palm, the toxins in his body are equivalent to his own vitality.
If the toxin is completely sucked up by the opponent and the vitality in the body dissipates, you will never want to practice any more in this life, and you will completely become a waste person.
For Pei Ze, the chief disciple of the High Heaven Sect, this was more uncomfortable than killing Pei Ze with a single blow.
There was a chill in many people's hearts. Regardless of whether Jun Mohuang was a pretty girl, the methods were ruthless.
"Stop, stinky girl, stop!"
With only one-tenth of the toxin remaining in the body being continuously sucked away by Jun Mohuang, Pei Ze's face was as white as golden paper, with a painful look on his face.
He started to cover his head and kept rolling on the ground.
But no matter how he rolls, no matter how far he is from Jun Mohuang, the toxins in his body are still pouring out from the center of his eyebrows, rushing into Jun Mohuang's small hands.
Jun Mohuang's palm was constantly absorbing toxins. In fact, she had no idea what would happen to Pei Ze after losing all the toxins.
The black flame in her body was extremely excited at this time, pulling her hands to continuously absorb Pei Ze's toxin, and then swallowed it frantically.
This scene is like a person who has been hungry for three days suddenly sees a big white steamed bun.
Even if Jun Mohuang wanted to stop, he couldn't stop at all.
"I'll give up, I'll give up, you bastard, stop it."
As the body's toxins continued to flow away, the nine-layer spiritual platform in the sea of ​​Pei Ze Qi also began to crack and shattered layer by layer.
Once the spiritual platform is broken, it cannot be repaired again, that is to say, he will lose strength forever and become a waste.
Pei Ze was frightened, and simply rolled off the platform, conceding defeat in a low voice.
Of course he is unwilling, but the gentleman takes revenge, it is not too late for ten years. Compared with strength, dignity can only stand aside.
The staff not far from the high platform heard Pei Ze take the initiative to admit defeat and immediately opened the barrier.
But even if Pei Ze begged for mercy like this, Jun Mohuang's hands still kept only ten centimeters away from his forehead, absorbing Pei Ze's aura.
"Smelly girl, you are looking for death!"
As soon as the barrier opened, Sect Master Peng, who was already furious, flew from under the VIP table and slapped Jun Mohuang's head with a volley.
Pei Ze took the initiative to surrender, losing all of Ling Xiaozong's face, but this stinky girl was still reluctant to give up.
(End of this chapter)