Destiny Martial God

Luoxia Lake, in the palace!

Facing Zhongli Qingyang's hateful glare, Yu Haoran just glanced at him lightly, then took out the antidote holy pill refined some time ago from the storage ring and handed it to Qingfeng.

Then, he looked up at Zhongli Mingjing, who was sitting on the dragon chair, and asked with a hint of ridicule.

"Senior Mingjing, is this what you call hospitality?"

Faced with Haoran's ridicule, Zhongli Mingjing just smiled slightly awkwardly, but did not give any explanation. He just turned to look at Zhongli Qingyang and motioned for him to continue explaining the reason for the matter and his confidence in poisoning.

"Ancestor Mingjing, when you just woke up, Qingyang told you in detail about the current situation of heaven and earth. You also made your own judgment based on today's complex and changeable situation."

"That is to do our best to maintain the relationship with the Son of Destiny, and then use the Son of Destiny's means of manipulating destiny to protect the family and survive countless calamities safely."

Zhongli Qingyang stepped forward to the first seat on the right side of the hall, then raised his hands to Zhongli Mingjing and continued to explain.

"The marriage contract between Shui Qin and Destiny Child Ji Xing is not only related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of members of our Zhongli family, but also determines the future survival of our Zhongli family."

After explaining this, Zhongli Qingyang turned and looked at Yu Haoran, looked at Zhongli Shuiqin standing behind Yu Haoran, and roared with a hint of ferocity.

"So, whoever dares to destroy the union between my daughter and the son of destiny will be the undying enemy of our Zhongli family. I, Zhongli Qingyang, will do everything possible to destroy him!"

After hearing the real reason why Zhongli Qingyang opposed the marriage of Wu Zhengjun and Zhongli Shuiqin, Yu Haoran showed a complicated look in his eyes.

Because he did not expect that the patriarch of the Zhongli family, the head of the five hidden inheritance families, would be so interested in the identity of the son of destiny that he would even risk his daughter's lifelong happiness.

If knowing the identity of the Son of Destiny earlier could have facilitated the perfect union between Wu Zhengjun and Zhongli Shuiqin, then he only needed to secretly reveal his identity to Zhongli Qingyang.

In this case, there won't be any conflict between them, and he doesn't need to go to great lengths to prepare gifts.

But what a pity!

The unrelenting hatred has pushed each other to the point of complete decision-making. Next, more bloody methods can only be used to achieve Wu Zhengjun and Zhongli Shuiqin's wish to marry and resolve the grievances between them.

"Zhongli Qingyang, even Zhongli Mingjing, who has the highest cultivation level and the strongest strength, is no match for Senior Brother Qingfeng, so how can you beat my muscles and peel off my skin." His pale face gradually turned rosy, The depressed atmosphere gradually increased, and Yu Haoran, who gradually removed his disguise, asked with mocking eyes.

"Yu Haoran, if you and Qingfeng had not tasted Qing Fuchen's spiritual tea, I, Zhongli Qingyang, could only use special means to summon several supreme ancestors in the endless void."

Although Yu Haoran gradually showed a detoxification attitude, Zhongli Qingyang, who had full confidence in the power of the poison, shot back with a proud smile in his eyes.

"But you and Qingfeng coveted the spiritual tea's improvement in mental state, and drank the nine-grade, nine-bone, and nine-soul poison that was blended into the spiritual tea. Years and countless years of cultivation will soon disappear, and your life and death will be ruined. It’s also in my mind.”

"Qingyang, Yu Haoran has really been poisoned by the poison of the ninth grade, nine bones and nine souls!" After hearing Zhongli Qingyang's reply, Zhongli Mingjing stood up suddenly and asked excitedly.

After nodding, Zhongli Qingyang used the Yuanli wrapping method to bring the tea cup next to Yu Siqi to Zhongli Qingjing and explained.

"Ancestor Mingjing, since it is very difficult to extract the poison of the Nine Palaces, Nine Bones and Nine Souls, and there are not many in the family, Qingyang only blends this poison into the spiritual teas of Qingfeng, Yu Haoran and Yu Siqi."

The Nine Palaces, Nine Bones and Nine Souls poison was created by Old Man Poison Heart, the supreme master of the poison path in the Middle Ages. However, due to its age and the loss of the poison recipe, it was not included in the list of 100 poisons in Tianxuan Continent.

Although it has not entered the Tianxuan Continent's Hundred Poisons Ranking, the power of the Nine Palaces, Nine Bones and Nine Souls Poison is not inferior to the top three poisons in the Hundred Poisons Ranking. It has the ability to cut down gods and become the supreme powerhouse. The terrifying power.

Therefore, Zhongli Mingjing, who reached out to take the tea cup, did not use his spiritual thoughts to check it rashly. Instead, he took out a special silver needle from the independent space he created and inserted it into the tea cup.

Soon, nine cyan circles appeared on the surface of the silver needle.

"Ha ha…!"

Zhongli Mingjing, who threw the teacup and silver needle to the ground, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

Accompanied by extremely arrogant laughter, a strong murderous aura quickly rose from his body.

"Yu Haoran, since I, Zhongli Mingjing, became famous in modern times, I have neither bowed my head to my opponents nor actively submitted to them, but you have made me suffer the humiliation of bowing my head and submitting to others."

Zhongli Mingjing, who had laughed for nearly thirty seconds, suddenly stopped laughing and roared with endless anger in his eyes.

"At this time, only the blood of your body, Yu Haoran, can wash away the shame of me bowing my head."

"At this moment, only your life, Yu Haoran, can restore my flawless martial arts confidence."

Ignoring Zhongli Mingjing's rampant roar, Yu Haoran used his spiritual thoughts to take out the highly toxic medicinal materials from the storage ring, and at the same time used the Void Pill Condensation Technique to refine the medicinal materials.

Just as Zhongli Mingjing's roaring voice fell, eighteen highly toxic herbs were refined into a drop of venom that was pitch black in color but exuded an alluring aroma.

Controlling the venom to float to Qingfeng's mouth with his mind, Yu Haoran asked sincerely.

"Brother Qingfeng, if you believe in my poison ability, then please take the venom immediately to remove the poison of the Nine Palaces, Nine Bones, and Nine Souls."

Without the slightest hesitation, Qingfeng opened his mouth and swallowed the venom to prove his trust in Haoran's poison ability.

As the venom swallowed into the body began to take effect, Qingfeng's lost cultivation began to gradually return, his pale face slowly turned ruddy, his depressed breath gradually became stronger, and the anger in his eyes was replaced by murderous intent.

"Zhongli Qingyang, I have to say that your methods are indeed very cunning and insidious."

Just after Qingfeng swallowed the poison without any hesitation, Yu Haoran stood up and motioned Lu Yuan and Chiyan Beast standing in front of him to move aside, then took out the half cup of spiritual tea sealed by the tower spirit from the sea of ​​consciousness space, and said with a slight smile on his face.

"If it weren't for me, Yu Haoran, who is also proficient in poison and has the cultivation of the poison emperor, he would definitely take this cup of spiritual tea mixed with the poison of the Nine Palaces, Nine Bones, and Nine Souls, and end up losing all his cultivation."