low-key is king

Chapter 1164
"Xuan Gu, these subordinates of yours seem a little disobedient!"

Fang Que's sullen voice came out, causing Xuangu's body to shake, and he was almost accidentally hit by Dong Xian, and his heart was full of anger.

"Mingzhe, if you don't give the real antidote, you should know the consequences!"

After summoning up his energy to deal with Dong Xian's attack, Xuan Gu's voice became a bit sharper, and there was a touch of extreme threat in his tone, which made De Mingzhe shiver shiveringly.

"Could it be that I gave the wrong medicine just now?"

This made Mingzhe a little dazed. He was poisonous, and he had indeed prepared several antidotes. It was not impossible for him to take the wrong medicine in a hurry. The scene before him was really too weird.

"Xie Jia, try this bottle!"

Now that the owner of Xuangu Island was already furious, Mingzhe could only take out another black jade bottle from the mustard bracelet, which looked no different from the previous one.

"Let's trust you again!"

Xie Jia hurriedly took the black jade bottle thrown by the other party, and then poured another bottle of black liquid into his mouth.

He has reasons to believe that this time Mingzhe will never dare to play any tricks again.

"Damn, it's not true either!"

Under the eyes of all the Hai Clan, after a while, Xie Jia cursed directly, looking into Mingzhe's eyes, almost spewing fire.

Because Xie Jia felt very clearly that after he drank the second bottle of the so-called antidote, the speed at which the poison spread seemed to be somewhat uncontrollable.

It seemed that the second bottle of antidote was the catalyst for the eighth-grade sting poison. Not only did it fail to detoxify, but it stimulated the activity of the poison, which suddenly doubled the speed of its spread.

"This...this...this..."

Being scolded by Xie Jia, Mingzhe was a little panicked, but at the next moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly turned his eyes to the black-clothed sea tribe.

"It's you, it must be you!"

Mingzhe is eager to get rid of his relationship at this moment, otherwise the island owner and His Highness Fang Que over there would not be able to let him go, and this is probably the only explanation.

"Xie Jia, the poison you are suffering from now is definitely not the eighth-rank sting poison, it is the poison cast by that guy, but he pretends to be the breath of the eighth-rank sting poison, trying to drive a wedge between us!"

Xie Jia, who discovered the truth, in order to avoid being misunderstood, explained a few words again in a panic at this moment, and attracted the eyes of all the sea tribes to the black-clothed sea tribe.

Including Xuan Gu and Fang Que are all thoughtful, after all, in their hearts, they don't feel that under such circumstances, Mingzhe dares to obey the law and violate the law, that is to gamble with his own future.

Because doing so does not benefit Mingzhe, and it is more likely to be settled by Xuangu Qiuhou.

At that time, even without Xie Jia, he would not be able to stay on this Dragon Bone Island any longer.

That being the case, it is impossible for Mingzhe to do such a thankless thing, so the reason he said is probably the real explanation for those strange things just now.

"Nonsense, I'm not your stinger family, where did the eighth-grade stinging poison come from?"

Lu Xun, who was still bound in the golden light, shook his head slightly, and the words that came out of his mouth made the sea tribe a little suspicious again.

After all, they can all sense it very clearly, the black mist on the back of Xie Jia's hand at this moment is no different from the eighth-grade sting poison that Mingzhe used to attack the black-clothed sea tribe.

As for some deeper things, no one can see that Lu Xun's understanding of poison is beyond the imagination of these seven or eight realm sea people.

Lu Xun just slightly changed the internal structure of the eighth-grade sting poison. Strictly speaking, it is still the eighth-grade sting poison, but the antidote formulated according to the original sting poison is undoubtedly useless.

"Who is that, didn't you just say that the eighth-grade sting poison is useless? What do you think now?"

Lu Xun turned his gaze back to Xie Jia, and while he was speaking, the eight-grade sting poison of black mist had spread to Xie Jia's arms, and continued to spread upward.

"I'll teach you a way, if you cut off your arm now, you can save your life!"

Lu Xun talked eloquently, as if he was really thinking about Xie Jia, but letting the other party cut off his own arm, this kind of decision is not easy to make.

Even if some method can be used to regenerate the broken limb, it will still have a certain impact on the combat effectiveness of Xie Jia, a small Chenghai tribe in the eighth realm. At that time, he will no longer have the opportunity to compete with Mingzhe for the second-in-command strength.

"Mingzhe, is there any other way?"

Xie Jia wasn't really stupid either, at this moment he already believed Mingzhe's words, after all, this person was the caster of the eighth-grade sting poison, maybe he could keep his own arm.

"The poison on your body is no longer the eight-grade sting poison I am familiar with. Maybe... maybe... breaking your arm to save your life is the only way!"

Although Mingzhe also wanted to ease the relationship with Xie Jia, but at this moment, he knew that his antidote was useless, so after pondering for a while, he finally gave his answer.

This solution is similar to what Lu Xun said, and it can't be delayed. By then, Xie Jia's arm that needs to be severed will undoubtedly be longer.

"Mingzhe, I'm fucking your ancestor!
Since Mingzhe couldn't get the best solution, Xie Jia didn't have any scruples at the moment, perhaps in his heart, it must be the real eighth-grade sting poison.

If it wasn't for Mingzhe who wanted to use the eighth-grade zhepo to clean up the black-clothed sea tribe, why would he get himself burned? Now that he can't even keep his arm, his strength will definitely be greatly reduced.

At this moment, Xie Jia hated everyone, hated Jin Zhan over there for not restraining the black-clothed sea tribe, hated Mingzhe for using the eighth-grade sting poison, and even more hated that black-clothed sea tribe designed to frame him.

But no matter how unwilling Xie Jia was, he knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

So he raised his other arm, and with a thought, his left arm instantly turned into a large tongs, and it ruthlessly pinched towards the elbow of his right arm.

Click!

A tooth-sickening sound of bone breaking came out, and Xie Jia's body tongs were extremely sharp, and he pinched off his right forearm, even the elbow, almost without any hesitation.

"what!"

A shrill scream came out, apparently even Xie Jia's ability to endure pain could not bear the pain of the severed arm, he knew that his strength might be greatly reduced today.

But fortunately among the misfortunes, a life was recovered after the arm was broken.

Nothing is more important than life, not to mention that there will be a chance to get back his severed arm in the future.

"Ok?"

However, at the next moment, when Xie Jia was holding back the poison, big drops of sweat fell from his forehead, thinking he had saved his life, he suddenly discovered something strange.

I saw that where Xie Jia broke his arm, what flowed out was not bright red blood, but pitch black blood.

At the same time, streaks of black mist lingered out from the severed arm, almost causing his face to burst open.

"what happened?"

Xie Jia's surprise was really no small matter.

He could feel that the eighth-grade sting poison had continued to spread towards his shoulder, which meant that the act of breaking his arm just now was a useless effort, and did not eradicate the poison at all.

"I said, why are you so careful? Isn't this severed arm not rooted for nothing?"

A few words came out from under the mask of the black-clothed sea tribe, which made many sea tribes understand instantly. It seems that Xie Jia was really clever this time but was misunderstood by his cleverness.

But what these onlookers didn't know was that Xie Jia just now wasn't overly cautious, but rather cautious. The place where he moved his pincers was even higher than the black mist.

The purpose of doing this is to prevent myself from being unable to cut off the highly poisonous roots. If there are some residues, it may be the spark of a prairie fire, which can be revived.

In the induction of Xie Jia just now, he has definitely eradicated all the eight-grade sting poison, and his upper arm must not be highly poisonous, but how could such a situation happen now?
The aura in the black mist and black blood is the aura of the eighth-grade sting poison, which Xie Jia can clearly sense.

He felt that he had grasped some fragments of truth, but could not connect them.

Click!

There was another bone-breaking sound that made people's teeth sore. It turned out that Xie Jia didn't hesitate too much, endured the severe poison, and then cut off a section of his upper arm.

And this time Xie Jia carefully sensed it several times, and the cut position was higher than those of the poisonous ones, and it was almost close to the shoulder.

"what!"

The two consecutive extreme pains caused Xie Jia to howl again, and also made the other strong fighters who were fighting subconsciously ease some of their movements. They all had to look at the result first.

Xie Jia, who had suffered twice, turned his eyes to the place where his arm was broken for the second time in a panic, and at this sight, he directly spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Pfft!"

Xie Jia was furious, because under his gaze, the blood on the severed arm was still pitch black.

A faint black mist was rising from the black blood and spreading towards his right shoulder.

And at the next moment, all the Sea Clan, including Xie Jia, discovered another shocking fact.

Even the mouthful of blood sprayed out by this Eighth Realm Xiao Chenghai Clan has a tinge of pitch black.

"This……"

All the sea people were stunned, because the result was obvious.

That's where Xie Jia was poisoned, it didn't seem to be his right palm or arm, his internal organs should have been eroded by the poison.

At this moment, all the eyes looking at the black-clothed sea tribe were full of fear.

They all knew that Xie Jia was tricked by the other party, but in fact, this small Chenghai tribe in the eighth realm had already been eroded by the poison, and it was impossible for him to survive without breaking his arms.

This mind is terrifying!
(End of this chapter)