Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 565: Changsheng Jue

Ye Xiaochuan also gradually found that something was wrong, because no matter how he retreated, those five poisonous golden silkworms full of strange poisons would instantly entangle him. He could only use the Eight Styles of the Divine Sword once, but under the countless Qi swords, those five poisonous golden silkworms were not blocked at all, and the Qi swords could not stop these hateful silk threads at all.

Having fought with Feng Tianqiong for nearly an hour, Ye Xiaochuan gradually felt unprecedented powerlessness. When three five poisonous golden silkworms entangled the Wufeng Sword together, this time Ye Xiaochuan did not shake off these hateful silk threads. The powerful poison gas and corrosive power dimmed the green light on the Wufeng Sword in a moment.

Although Ye Xiaochuan could defend against the pervasive poison gas by laying down an air shield, he could not resist the strange poison from the five poisonous golden silkworms. He instantly felt the wisps of poison gas entering his body through the Divine Sword, and his mind immediately became a little chaotic.

He shook his head and just wanted to calm down, but the remaining dozen or so five-poison golden silkworms had already entangled him swiftly. Although he avoided most of them by relying on his body skills, two more were entangled on the magic sword.

Entangled by five five-poison golden silkworms, Wufeng was almost out of Ye Xiaochuan's control at this moment.

When Ye Xiaochuan tried his best to shake it off, he found that his legs, hands, and abdomen were also entangled by several five-poison golden silkworms emitting black gas at some point!

The poison gas began to enter his body frantically, and in a blink of an eye, his skin began to show a strange blue-black color.

The disciples of the Demon Sect cheered on the stage, but the faces of the righteous disciples changed slightly. Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan under the stage had a very subtle connection in their hearts. She felt that the young man on the stage was suffering from great pain and torture.

Her pale palm tightly grasped the scabbard of Zhanchen. Because of excessive force, the blue veins on the back of her hand were clearly visible.

Ye Xiaochuan, who had been elusive on the stage, was finally trapped. He struggled hard to get rid of the silk thread, but no matter how hard he tried, the Five Poisons Golden Silkworm Silk was getting tighter and tighter, and the poison in his body was getting more and more. Ye Xiaochuan could even clearly feel that a black gas was corroding his spiritual power rapidly in the meridians. His head became extremely heavy in a short time, as if all the strength in his body was disappearing rapidly.

He couldn't see his face, but he could see his hands. At this moment, the skin on his arms and the back of his hands had begun to turn blue and black, which was a sign of being poisoned. Now he felt so tired, so tired that he just wanted to fall to the ground and sleep for three days and three nights.

Looking at Feng Tianqiong, who was controlling the Five Poisons Golden Silkworm Silk and showing a proud smile again, Ye Xiaochuan felt very bitter in his heart.

It's over? Everything is over?

Ye Xiaochuan knew that he had tried his best. He was not Feng Tianqiong's opponent. The magic weapon might make up for some of the gaps in realm, but it could never make up for the gap between the middle stage of the Out-of-Body Realm and the early stage of the Spiritual Silence Realm.

When he was about to give up, why did he feel unwilling to give up?

Can he lose? As the descendant of the Sword God Situ Feng, can he admit defeat so easily?

Situ Feng was going to end his life with a shocking final battle before his death, why was he thinking about giving up?

This unwilling emotion was growing, but he still couldn't do anything. The toxins in his body were increasing, and his head was getting heavier. Ye Xiaochuan even felt that he would be completely unconscious in just a dozen breaths.

Feng Tianqiong was extremely proud now. Now he felt ridiculous. Why did he fear Ye Xiaochuan, a young boy, at the beginning? This boy's body movements were very strange, and his swordsmanship was also very strong, but not long after the fight, Feng Tianqiong found that Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation was not very good, and it was estimated that he had not yet reached the peak of the out-of-body state.

It was all because Ye Xiaochuan's fighting skills in the first two rounds were too earth-shattering, which made him cautious. He thought this guy was a very difficult opponent and planned to use the Nine Evil Needles to deal with him.

He overestimated this guy. What's the use of his fast sword under his Five Poisons Golden Silk? This unbridled black horse will eventually be defeated by him.

As Ye Xiaochuan's body softened little by little, Feng Tianqiong's smug smile became more and more obvious. He was too familiar with this scene. Countless opponents fell in front of him.

Feng Tianqiong even counted down in his heart, ten, nine, eight, seven... four, three, two...

When he counted down to two, Ye Xiaochuan had almost lost consciousness and sat slumped on the ring. His whole body was black like a loach, which was very scary.

Can't kill him, just give him the antidote later. As for whether the poisoning will affect the foundation of this kid, it is not in Feng Tianqiong's consideration. As long as Ye Xiaochuan is not dead, Cangyun Sect will not find an excuse to deal with Tianmo Sect.

Feng Tianqiong's eyes showed a trace of viciousness.

But when he silently said one in his heart, he was surprised to find that Ye Xiaochuan had not fallen down, but sat cross-legged on the ring.

This is not okay. If it drags on, it will be difficult to cure the kid's poison. It will most likely take his life.

So Feng Tianqiong looked at the referee elder under the ring.

The referee elder also felt that Ye Xiaochuan had lost, and signaled to remove the barrier defense.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, something strange happened.

A gust of wind blew from an unknown direction, cold and gloomy, penetrating people's hearts.

Feng Tianqiong's face on the ring changed slightly, and he looked at Ye Xiaochuan suddenly.

"Impossible!"

Just as these three words came out, suddenly, the seventeen or eighteen five-poison golden silk threads entangled with Ye Xiaochuan and the Wufeng Sword suddenly made a sizzling sound, just like a cook pouring chopped pork into the boiling oil when cooking.

Ye Xiaochuan slowly raised his head, and two black lights flashed in his eyes. No one noticed the two cold black lights in Ye Xiaochuan's eyes, only Feng Tianqiong.

The next moment, Ye Xiaochuan, whose skin was originally black, was fading away at a terrifying speed, as if all the poison in his body was quickly absorbed by a mysterious force.

It was not something else that absorbed the poison, but Changsheng Jue!

Ye Xiaochuan's unwilling mood and the poison in his body once again awakened Changsheng Jue.

Changsheng Jue's real name is Blood Soul Essence, which is an ancient ghost treasure. The strange power it possesses makes even masters like Yao Xiaofu change color.

Over the past tens of millions of years, it has devoured countless souls and blood. It can even devour evil spirits in an instant. What's the point of a small poison?

The horror of the blood soul essence is not limited to this. Back then, at the bottom of the Yangtze River, it instantly devoured a blood bodhi tree that had lived for who knows how many years. Its horror can be seen.