This palm strength condenses extremely condensed purple and black poison!
boom!
The purple and black virulence exploded with the palm strength, and with a bang, the shock of Zhao Jun flew away!
If it weren't for Zhao Jun's reaction, he hurriedly resisted with his palms, this palm was powerful enough to explode his head!
"Who!" Zhao Junzhi was shocked and retreated, frightened and angry.
"Huh, the cultivation of the peak of the late stage of Dangdang Fairy God Realm actually embarrassed a god-man early stage. Are you ashamed of the old thing?" Lai Rensen sneered, but he was a young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.
Looking at this young man's back, Chu Soul was also stunned.
This person is definitely not Xiao Yi.
"The Emperor of Ten Thousand Poisons! Is he from Ten Thousand Poison Mountain?" Chu Soul's heart moved, but he was sure he had never seen this young man.
Also, this young man is not very old, and should be a disciple or descendant of someone in the Wandu Mountain.
Chu Soul felt helpless, but he didn't expect that his dignified generation of Poison Sovereign was saved by the descendants of his own disciples.
Right now, Chu Soul remained calm, lying on the ground and continuing to watch.
He received several palms from Zhao Junzhi before. Although the strong palm strength did not hurt his life, it made him extremely injured.
"Hmph, this has nothing to do with you! Get out of the way to the old man, or you can blame the old man for being rude to you!" Zhao Junzhi gritted his teeth.
How can a duck that reaches its mouth fly like this?
The young man raised his brows, raised his arms with a mocking expression, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will see how you are rude to me."
Zhao Jun was angry, and when he was about to do it, he suddenly realized that his blood was stagnant, and his mighty power could not be easily mobilized!
A vague but domineering poison flowed in the qi and blood, and was quickly invading toward his entire body.
"poison!"
"You...Are you from the Phoenix Demon Palace?" Zhao Junzhi said in shock.
Only the remnants of the Ten Thousand Poisonous Mountain that the Phoenix Demon Palace took in could have such a powerful poison attack!
Like the people who descended today, no one knew that Wandu Mountain no longer existed, and those people from Wandu Mountain back then are now under the command of the Phoenix Demon Palace.
Only the power of the Phoenix Demon Hall dared to confront the eight gods.
The young man smiled wickedly: "It's only now that I noticed my poison. If you are dead, you are not wronged! Because it is too stupid."
Zhao Junzhi's face flushed with anger. He had clearly blocked the palm strength just now, and somehow the poison penetrated his gods and penetrated into his body.
This overbearing virulence made Zhao Junzhi very clear that if he is not eliminated immediately, he will really die!
Zhao Junzhi was unwilling, but he didn't want to die. If he really fights, even if he can kill the boy in front of him, the virulence in his body will spread rapidly while the divine power is in motion, and death will be inevitable at that time.
In order to catch Xiao Yi and take his own fate, it is not worthwhile.
"You wait for the old man!" Zhao Junzhi shouted angrily, turned his head and ran...
Quickly find a place to clear the poison first!
Seeing Zhao Junzhi's swift escape action, the young man curled his lips and turned to look at Chu Soul.
"Uncle, are you okay?" The young man asked with a smile.
"Uncle..." Chu Soul twitched. Well, in front of this young man, he is indeed an uncle.
"Little brother, thank you for saving me." Chu Hun thanked him, and contacted Xiao Yi with his soul seal: "Xiao Yi, Zhao Junzhi fled in the direction where you came, you help me kill this old thing! And, You don’t need to come here for the time being. I have met a descendant of Wandu Mountain. There will be no danger for the time being."
Chu Hun's personality, that is definitely what Jai Xuan must report.
Zhao Junzhi not only hurt him, but also tried to force him in front of him, Chu Soul could not bear it anymore.
Xiao Yi received the sound transmission of the soul seal, and was stunned. He didn't expect that Chu Soul would actually meet the descendants of Wandu Mountain.
However, Xiao Yi was still a bit embarrassed to kill Zhao Junzhi.
He still owes Zhao Junzhi 800,000 sacred stones. Now that the sacred stones have not yet been returned, they have killed others. What is this?
Besides, this Chu soul is too overestimating him... Zhao Junzhi is the strength of the peak of the late stage of the fairy gods, he is only the peak of the late stage of the gods, how can he kill Zhao Junzhi?
"Be careful, even if you are descendants of Wandu Mountain, you can't relax your vigilance. If something happens, notify me immediately. I'll walk around! Waiting for your news!" Xiao Yi said.
Since Chu Soul had already resisted everything for him, then he continued to practice for a period of time with an arrogant identity.
With the Chu Soul, his arrogant identity is even more impeccable!
"Good!" Chu Hun replied briefly with his soul seal.
"Uncle, you're being polite. You and I are both poison cultivators, so you should take care of it yourself. I just don't know who you are from, uncle, you actually practiced the same poison art with me!" The young man asked with a smile.
Who did you learn from...
Chu Hun wants to say, you all follow Lao Tzu...
But when I said this, not only did no one believe me, I'm afraid I would have to be beaten.
Chu Soul shook his head and said, "I don't know who I learned from. I picked up a soul stone. The soul stone records the exercises I am practicing now. Why, could it be that the exercises I learned are your family's exercises? law?"
The young man was taken aback, and picked up a soul stone that recorded their Wandushan technique? This uncle is so fateful!
"Is the soul stone still there? Uncle can show me it?" The young man smiled.
Chu Soul spread his hands: "When I read the information in the soul stone, the soul stone burst on its own."
"Then can you write this exercise?" The young man's face was a little anxious.
Chu Hun raised his brows and looked up and down the young man: "Little brother, even though you saved me, you can't figure out my practice. Isn't your own poisonous skill quite powerful?"
The young man hurriedly said: "Uncle, don't get me wrong. I didn't want to plot your technique, but I think that although your cultivation level is not high, your virulence is pure and condensed, and it is more condensed than my previous cultivation level. The virulence is several times stronger. So I suspect that the technique you practice may be the long-lost method of my Wandu Mountain! If this is the case, my Wandu Mountain line can be revived, and the world can be repaired. , You can once again have a place to live."
Chu Hun squinted his eyes. He didn't expect that he had used the poison several times. He didn't make the Eight Protoss suspect, but first made this kid suspect...
"Then if I didn't write this exercise, would you kill me?" Chu Soul's attitude became cold.
"Naturally not. My father said, now the eight great gods are rampant and they are killing me thousands of poison repairs, so we should watch and help each other and not deceive each other between poison repairs!" said the young man solemnly.
"Oh. Then I don't worry, I won't write it." Chu Hun grinned and said, "Unless...you take me to see your father."
