Martial arts become gods

Chapter 206

Soon, Mo Xian couldn't take it anymore, he felt as if his whole body was boiled and his skin was torn apart.

What's more, bug-like things burrowed into the body along those immediate flesh. The pain was beyond words to describe.

"Old man, what the hell are you doing!" Mo Xian couldn't help but screamed.

As if he heard his call, Du Lao took out a rattan chair and sat down opposite Mo Xian, fanning the cattail fan leisurely, looking at Mo Xian from time to time.

It's like watching a joke.

Perhaps because he didn't want the old man to look down upon him, Mo Xian stopped screaming, but calmed down, trying his best to resist the high temperature.

"Old man, you're not good at this thing, you don't feel it at all!" Not long after, Mo Xian said with restraint.

"Really!" Du Lao smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, he didn't know what was thrown into the flames, and then the flames shot up suddenly, almost reaching the edge of the iron pot.

"boom!"

The water in the iron pot suddenly boiled, and Mo Xian suddenly felt as if he had fallen into magma. The high temperature seemed to roast his whole body.

And accompanied by this high temperature, countless bug-like things kept arching into his body.

"Give him some food!" After a moment of silence, Du Lao nodded.

Then those villagers started to put all kinds of things into the pot again.

Soon, Mo Xian discovered that under this kind of pain, his body was being strengthened at an extremely astonishing speed.

Although his strength has not improved, he clearly feels that his physical strength has at least doubled.

Moreover, it is still increasing.

……

The fire burned for three full days, and on the second day, the water in the pot was already boiling.

In the evening of the third day, the fire gradually became smaller, and the boiling soup gradually eased down.

Among them, Mo Xian closed his eyes tightly and looked solemn, as if the high temperature had no effect on him at all.

And the water in the pot seemed to have turned into ordinary clear water from the previous thickness.

"It seems to take a lot longer than I expected!" Du Lao slowly stood up from the rattan chair, walked to the side of the iron pot, and put his hand in to try it out.

"Strange, it stands to reason that this kid should have woken up!" Du Lao frowned.

But at this moment, the change suddenly increased, and Mo Xian, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and attacked the old man with a fist.

That domineering and fierce fist wind actually brought out a series of low-pitched sonic booms.

"I see." A cunning flashed in Du Lao's cloudy old eyes, and he turned his body slightly inadvertently, and then Mo Xian's punch naturally missed.

But Mo Xian didn't give up, and quickly jumped out from the wrong place, his figure was as fast as lightning, and the death mark of the fierce spirit also condensed at this time, roaring towards the old man's back.

"Not bad martial skill!" Du Lao shook his head helplessly, but he didn't dodge it, allowing the death mark of the fierce spirit to be imprinted on his back.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the ominous spirit's death seal exploded, and all the strong vitality immediately leaned on Du Lao's back.

"Old man, why don't you hide?" Mo Xian was very aware of the power of the ominous spirit's death mark, and immediately asked with some concern.

"Isn't that what you want? Do you feel better now?" Du Lao turned around and said with a smile.

"Hey, I'm just kidding you!" Mo Xian scratched his head, originally he wanted to vent his anger, but now he felt a little embarrassed.

"How, how do you feel now, old man, my ten thousand poison soup is a person, but someone traded a city for it." Du Lao said proudly, although he said that all the substances used were absolutely poisonous, but in his unique formula Underneath, these poisons turned into powerful tonics.

"Flesh and bones seem to have been strengthened, even the meridians have not fallen, and the strength of the flesh has increased by at least three times compared to before. Moreover, my realm has also been improved." Mo Xian felt the changes in his body carefully. , said happily.

He was originally a nine-star martial artist, but after breaking through, he became a one-star great martial artist.

Although it seems that it is only one step away, it is a watershed, and it is very difficult to break through, which can be regarded as a bottleneck.

It is no exaggeration to say that out of ten nine-star martial masters, it would be considered good if one of them breaks through to the Dao Great Martial Master realm.

And even with Mo Xian's cultivation speed, if nothing unexpected happened, it would probably take at least several months.

However, he actually broke through in three days, which is enough to show how powerful this Wandu soup is.

"Hehe, this is only a temporary benefit, and these medicines will still affect you in the future. Moreover, many of those poisons are orphan products. It can be said that this is also the last pot of ten thousand poison soup I will cook." Du Lao said Looking, seems to be a little absent-minded.

This last pot of Ten Thousand Poison Soup was originally prepared for his grandson, but it is a pity that his grandson has become like that, and he can't use it if he wants to.

"This..." Mo Xian was startled, and said immediately: "Old man, we haven't known each other for long, if you give me such a good thing, aren't you afraid that I will be like your apprentice?"

"Hehe, my old man has already made a mistake once." As he spoke, Du Lao sighed and continued: "Over the years, although I have lost a lot of things, I have also learned a lot. I believe that this time I will never Misread."

"Old man, thank you very much." If Mo Xian was a little repulsive before, now he is completely relieved.

"Boy, it's almost time, let's go!" Du Lao chuckled, then mentioned Mo Xian, and shot towards the outside of Poison Valley.

"Old man, where are we going?" Mo Xian asked quickly.

"The City of Ten Thousand Poisons!" the old man said, his speed suddenly increased sharply.

After galloping for about a day and a half, a rather magnificent city appeared far away in Mo Xian's eyes.

The main body of the city is very gloomy, giving people a sense of depression, and the entire sky seems to be covered with a layer of fog.

Within a few miles, it can be said that there is no grass growing, giving people a lifeless feeling.

Du Lao stopped in the distance, took out a pitch-black cloak and put it on himself, completely covering his crooked body in it.

Mo Xian could see that Du Lao seemed to have a strange feeling for Wandu City, and his originally cloudy eyes lit up instantly when he saw Wandu City.

"Boy, you may not believe me when I tell you. I created this Ten Thousand Poison City all those years ago. Have you seen the tallest palace? That's where I used to live." Du Lao stared at the Ten Thousand Poison City with cloudy eyes. There are many splendors in China.

"Old man, I can't tell, you were so exaggerated back then!" Mo Xian took a closer look, and the palace was very eye-catching and majestic.

"Hehe, I was ignorant when I was young, but now I am more open-minded." Du Lao shook his head, his eyes instantly turned cloudy.

(End of this chapter)