Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 177

Fu Xiaoyun and the three patiently waited for the flames to dissipate.

The early morning sky has begun to light up slightly.

Finally waited until the flame began to shrink.

Although the flames hadn't completely dissipated at this time, it was not enough to hurt the three of them.

Fu Xiaoyun walked towards the explosion point.

Just approaching the explosion site, an unpleasant smell rushed to his face and went straight into his nose.

Especially familiar with the way.

Fu Xiaoyun quickly covered her nose.

The taste is hard to describe.

The first is the smoky, choking smell.

Then there is the smell of burnt human body. (Carbon crisp)
There was an unidentifiable stench in the middle of it.

Finally, there are all kinds of poisonous smells.
and many more.

There seems to be something wrong.

Fu Xiaoyun felt dizzy in her head.

poison gas!

Almost forgot about this thing.

After realizing that he was already in a slightly poisoned state.

Fu Xiaoyun was a little dumbfounded.

What is the reason that something that I refine can poison myself.

Find someone to reason.

He took out a bottle of detoxification pill, poured out one and ate it.

Turn around and pass one to the two people behind you.

"For detoxification, eat it quickly."

Even if the flames are gone, the poisonous gas will not be able to dissipate for a while. I'm afraid that my brain may have short-circuited suddenly.

Wait for the poison gas to dissipate, and wait for the effect of the detoxification pill to start.

Only then did Fu Xiaoyun walk into the explosion site.

"Cough...cough..."

A breathless voice came from the corner.

Fu Xiaoyun looked over.

It turned out to be a middle-aged man who hadn't died yet.

His vitality is really tenacious.

Fu Xiaoyun began to admire him a little.

The middle-aged man was bleeding from all seven orifices. When he moaned and coughed, the blood was gushing out desperately as if he didn't want money.

In this half-dead state, he actually struggled to get up.

Below the knees were blown away, bloody and bloody.

He stared at Fu Xiaoyun firmly.

It seemed that he was trying to stare Fu Xiaoyun to death with his eyes.

"You... can't..."

"I...I won't..."

The middle-aged man couldn't even finish his sentence.

But Fu Xiaoyun could clearly feel his unwillingness.

In this situation, it is useless to be unwilling.

Perhaps death is his best destination.

Staying alive is not a good ending.

Fu Xiaoyun patted Tang Youyi, "Give him a good time, it's poor."

Tang Youyi stood in front of the middle-aged man, took one last look at him, and then called out the spirit sword, directly ending his life.

……

What?The middle-aged man is dead?

So many people he brought died too? !

Originally, they still had an advantage in numbers, but now even the advantage in numbers no longer exists.

The old man's heart is very heavy.

There is both sadness about the death of the middle-aged man and worry about the situation of himself and others.

The failure of the middle-aged man has greatly affected morale, and now everyone's mood is very depressed.

It's like the end of the world.

As if the next second is their death.

Fu Xiaoyun's two surprise attacks were successful.

The defensive strength of the stronghold is now at the lowest state in history.

What should I do?
Are you going to leave your stronghold and escape?
What is the purpose of Fu Xiaoyun and the three of them coming to make trouble? !

Countless questions bothered him and troubled him.

The young man is useless, his cultivation level is not enough, and his experience is not enough, so he can't help him much.

The only expectation the old man had of him was not to make trouble for himself, that's all.

The old man felt that his head was going to be blown by thinking about it.

How to improve morale is an urgent matter that needs to be resolved.

……

(End of this chapter)