The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 242 Detoxification
Although it is only a fourth-grade elixir, it needs the materials of the top-grade elixir. Zhao Wuji can only hold back the pain in his heart, and he must go to the forbidden place by then.

At this time, several fierce-faced baby-changing masters stepped forward, about to kidnap Zao Wou-ki, for Zao Wou-ki, this is an opportunity!
The moment they just raised their hands, the flying swords on the ground burst into light again, flew up suddenly, and pierced through the dantians of those infantile masters in an instant!
"Nani?" Sakurai Hiroshi had already lost all vigilance, but this scene shocked him: "How is this possible? How can he still use those flying swords?"

"Hey, there are many things you don't understand!" After Zhao Wou-ki said, the blackness on his body gradually faded, and his original skin color was restored. At the very moment, the panacea of ​​'Wan Du Yan' worked!

"It's really timely!" Zao Wou-ki raised his mouth, suddenly his body moved, he stepped back several steps, then raised his hand, and raised the ghost banner!
"Baga! The poison on your body has been detoxified? How is this possible? Only I have the antidote!" Hiroshi Sakurai shrank his pupils, staring dumbfounded at the baby-turning men who fell limply to the ground. This is so unbelievable to him...

"Presumably, you know the elixir of 'Wandunian', right?" Zhao Wuji sneered, and raised his hand to touch the ghost banner. The banner suddenly swelled against the wind and became more than three feet high. His face emerged, the huge skull pattern on the streamer, and the strange green phosphorous fire flashed in his eyes again.

"Wanduyan? You have this kind of legendary detoxification panacea? Damn it..." Sakurai Hiroshi said and looked at Zhao Wuji again, and saw the huge ghost banner at a glance, and couldn't help shouting: " Nani? Ghost banner? Isn't this the poisonous treasure used by ghost cultivators? How can you drive it?"

"There's a lot you don't know!" Zhao Wuji pointed three fingers at the Yinhun Banner, and the three hundred dead souls on the Yinhun Banner immediately poured out, making the sky over Fusang Palace become ghostly.

All the Fusang Palace monks who were about to rush over stopped immediately. Those with low cultivation levels naturally felt incomparable fear of these three hundred dead souls, while those with slightly higher cultivation levels knew that it was not appropriate to move around at this time, and obeyed the palace's rules. The Lord's allocation.

(End of this chapter)