Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 105 The Valley of Hundred Poisons (3)

Fang Yan stayed in this dark cave for ten days. Under his continuous treatment, Scar's injury has improved a lot. Although he can't practice yet, he can walk, sit and stand without any problems.

It's not that Fang Yan didn't gain anything, although he didn't understand the ingredients of the antidote, but he discovered something. There was a trace of impurities in the supposedly pure pill. When he first discovered it, Fang Yan thought it was an alchemist's level Limited, but later found that every one of them was like this, so I started to pay attention to the dialect.

Dialect tried to extract the trace of impurities, and gave the remaining elixir to Scar. After three consecutive days, the toxicity in Scar's body was eliminated.

At this time, even Scar understands that every time he finds that the poison in his body has disappeared, but it will reappear in less than a day. Many people have tried to find out the source of the toxin, but there has been no result. It turned out that while I and others were taking the antidote, they were also taking new poisons. No wonder they had been taking the antidote for only two days. It turned out that the people from Hundred Poison Valley had tampered with the antidote.

After another two days, most of the poison on Liangzi's body was also cured, and he only needed to take one more pill at the end to completely relieve the poison.

"Brother Ba, Brother Ba, Liang Zi was seriously injured by the guards." The monk surnamed Wang who was talking to Liang Zi that day ran to the entrance of the cave where Fang Yan was.

"What?" Dao Scar became anxious when he heard that, thinking that his boss was by his side, he quickly looked at Fang Yan.

"Come on, Scar, let's go out and have a look, it's time to leave here."

The monk surnamed Wang who was at the entrance of the cave suddenly saw the scar and the dialect coming out of it, and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't this the senior from that day?"

"It's me, thank you for coming to inform us, come out with me, and I'll take you out of here." Dialect said without nonsense.

"Ah?" The monk surnamed Wang was a little confused, not knowing what the dialect was talking about.

"This is my boss, Fellow Daoist Wang, we are leaving Hundred Poisons Valley. If you want to leave, follow us." Dao Scar knew that the dialect is not good at communicating with others, and explained.

"He is your boss? How can he get here?"

Scar and Liangzi have a boss. Many people here know about it. Many of them also know that if the boss doesn't come after a while, Scar and Liangzi will die. However, no one thinks that the dialect is true. Some of them will come to Hundred Poison Valley, Liangzi with the scar is only at the fourth level of Qi refining, how high can their boss be, there are monks of Xudan here, monks of Xudan, for monks in the Qi refining period, that is far away The unreachable existence, even those monks who established the foundation, can only look up to it.

It's not that no one has ever come to Hundred Poisons Valley to save people, but every time it's just that there are more drug slaves for Hundred Poisons Valley, half of the drug slaves here come this way.

The monk surnamed Wang didn't think that Scar's boss could rescue people, but seeing that Scar was so confident, he also followed out with the mood of watching the fun.

Now is the time to close the team in the evening. On the way out leading the scar, Fang Yan met many monks who had just returned, and they were a little surprised to see three people who were opposite to him.

Soon, they came to the entrance of the cave, and there were still monks who did not come in, but the provincial dialect broke the formation.

"You two, what are you doing? It's time for a break and you still dare to come out. Do you want to die?"

"Get out." Fang Yan yelled angrily, he had already seen Liang Zi lying on the ground dozens of feet away, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

Picking up the scar, he and the monk surnamed Wang who followed all the way over a distance of several tens of feet.

"Who hurt my brother?" Dialect probed Liangzi, and found that it was only a flesh injury, but the force was so great that he was stunned. He was not in a hurry to save people, but asked a few guards coldly.

The guard at the entrance of the cave just now also flew over, still shouting: "Brother, someone is rebelling."

Before he landed, he saw the dialect that stopped in front of his senior brother, "It's him, senior brother, he wants to rebel, and those two boys are also in the same group."

When the monk surnamed Wang heard this, his calves began to tremble. He didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he ran back to remind Scar that it was only because Liang Zi had taken care of him, but because of this little kindness, he died. Never do it.

"I didn't. He pulled me out." The monk surnamed Wang immediately shouted.

"Who hurt my brother?" Fang Yan asked again.

The poisonous monk on the opposite side of the dialect, looked at the dialect, and said with some disdain: "Boy, what happened to me, and you still want compensation? You don't want to live, don't you dare to yell here, don't think that you It’s a big deal, your antidote will be deducted twice, and if you do it again next time, you will die.”

"En? I want you to pay with your life." Dialect said this, and threw out the colorful shield with one hand to cover the scar and the beams on the ground. At the same time, a flash of fire flashed in his hand, and the poisonous monk opposite Before he could react, he was pierced by a flame, and the spiritual armor on his body didn't even have the slightest effect.

He looked down at the big hole in his body, raised his head and said, "You are not a drug slave." As soon as he finished speaking, his body fell down with a snap.

Immediately, there was an uproar all around, and people who hadn't had time to enter the cave looked at this scene in surprise. This person not only has a magic weapon, but also can release spells. Absolutely not, the toxin in the body is usually nothing to do, but as long as the magic power is used, the poison will reach the dantian, and the body will explode instantly and die.

The cultivators of Hundred Poisons Valley also noticed the situation, and heard several screams.

"Notify senior brother quickly that a foundation-builder cultivator is coming."

Without their notice, several monks had already flown from the sky.

"It's you?"

"En?" Fang Yan raised his head to look at these poisonous monks, and unexpectedly knew several of them, and they were the ones who were chasing him back then.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to come here. If you hand over the Five Poison Pearl, I will spare you." The senior brother said.

Fang Yan looked at the elder brother, and a chill flashed in his eyes: "Want the Five Poison Pearl? I want you to pay back the suffering my brother has suffered these days."

With a dodge, Fang Yan pounced on this elder brother. Originally, Fang Yan's plan was to kill, but he took his own brother as a slave. He originally planned to exchange the five poisonous pearls, but when he saw Liang Zi become a poisonous slave... It was gone in a moment.

The poisonous monks in Baidu Valley did not expect that Dialect, who was alone, would dare to take the initiative to attack. There were six foundation-building monks on his side, and he was just a new foundation-building monk, so he dared to act wildly like this.

The elder brother was also angry: "Boy, don't even look at this place. The Hundred Poisons Valley is a place where you can run wild." While waving his hands, the yellow poisonous smoke above was drawn out several times by him, turning into Several spirit snakes pounced on the dialect.

If it were other means of attack, Dialect would pay more attention to it. Dialect didn't care about the smoke and poisonous mist at all. He went through these attacks and went directly to the senior brother. Compared with fighting methods, Dialect was still used to close combat.

The colorful shield and peach miasma armor have been sacrificed, and the three treasures can be easily activated after the foundation of the dialect is established. However, there is no suitable sword formula, and it is most effective to directly attack with the flying sword. This kind of monk, not afraid of his own poisonous mist attack, killed himself in an instant.

Quickly sacrificed a spiritual armor for defense, but found that it was already a bit late, a snow hole had been pierced through his body by the dialect's flying sword, and at the same time a destructive force was swimming in his body.

"Is this Lihuo?" In an instant, the elder brother knew the source of the power in his body, but this was his last awareness. With a scream, Fang Yan had already snatched the spiritual armor Qiankun bag from him went, leaving behind a still steaming corpse.

Dialect retreated without further delay, rolled up the scar beam, and flew upwards into the poisonous smoke.

It wasn't until this moment that the monk surnamed Wang realized what a big mistake he had made. The opportunity he could have left here was abandoned by him.

The cultivators of the Hundred Poison Valley below were in a mess at the moment, the senior brother with the highest cultivation level was not the opponent's all-in-one enemy, so he quickly sacrificed his strongest defense, but he didn't expect that the opponent no longer entangled, and directly flew up with his accomplices In the poisonous mist of Hugu.

"Quick, tell Elder Du Luo quickly, the rest of the stewards are gone, only Elder Du Luo can catch this thief."

Several mana fluctuations flashed almost at the same time, and in a dark secret room in the deepest part of Baidao Valley, a thin man with a skin like bark suddenly opened his eyes: "What, someone broke into Hundred Poison Valley? It’s still a foundation cultivator, but Poison Mountain is dead? What a bunch of trash.”

The body rattled a few times, and the man's shriveled body swelled up like an inflated balloon, becoming like a normal person, and then disappeared from the secret room with a whoosh.

(End of this chapter)