Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng chatted with Mr. Yang while secretly thinking about the voice: "Mr. Yang, someone in the dish was poisoned. It was done by a person in the kitchen. I want to track down the murderer. Which disciple do you think will do it?"

Confused, Mr. Yang replied, "These are my disciples of the Mercenary Corps personally selected. No one should do this, how is it possible."

Ye Feng smiled and said: "I want to use fantasy to perform the scene, Mr. Yang cooperates."

Suddenly, Ye Feng covered his stomach, bleeding from his nose and nose, and fell into Mr. Yang's arms: "Not good, the dishes are poisonous, all the guests are poisoned."

Mr. Yang hugged Ye Feng, with a painful expression on his face: "Brother is not good, something serious happened."

The disciples in the kitchen looked out of Verman. The banquet of more than 100 tables was still full of vocals and noisy. At this time, they became silent, and the corpses ran across the ground. Each corpse fell to the wine table in horror. In purgatory.

The disciples in the kitchen were all stunned and stared at the horror scene stunned.

Mr. Yang carefully observed the expressions of all the disciples. There was only one person, a disciple named A Zhong, who didn't have a terrified look on his face, but instead showed a proud and cruel sneer.

Mr. Yang already knew what he knew. He roared angrily: "It can be poisoned in a wine dish and kill so many people. Only the people in our kitchen can do it. Who is so sad and mad? Stand up for me."

Those disciples of the mercenary regiment, who had seen such miserable scenes, were frightened and shook their heads: "Not me, not me."

The disciple named Azhong glanced at Mr. Yang, laughing proudly, and dancing a little: "I did it, it was me. I finally succeeded. I actually killed the devil and killed the entire UN official. , Everyone, haha."

Mr. Yang said coldly: "Who are you, your voice is not A Zhong at all."

A Zhong teared gently on his face, tearing off a layer of skin, revealing a bright red, somewhat shabby face.

Mr. Yang wondered: "Who are you, how can you pretend to be A Zhong?"

"I'm not A Zhong, tell you, all listen upright, I'm the blood poison of the blood demon sect, all kneel to my feet, otherwise I flick gently, and use a little mist of blood poison, you Just like those people."

A look of horror appeared on Mr. Yang's face. He had heard the blood poison of the blood demon sect. It was a master of devil's martial arts using poison. Although the blood demon was not strong, he would use blood poison to kill people.

He motioned his disciples to step back, away from the red-faced man.

Blood Poison walked proudly to Ye Feng, with a look of appreciation: "This is my masterpiece. I never expected that the person who made the whole Devil tremble would die under my blood poison."

Ye Feng suddenly blinked at him and smiled.

The blood poison was startled, screaming and taking a step back: "What's going on? How lived."

He found that Ye Feng closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground, as if he had died completely. Was it just his own illusion?

He drew a black shiny black iron sword from his waist, and cut it hard against Ye Feng. While cutting, he shouted with hatred: "Damn, if you die, you dare to scare me, and kill you. ."

He didn't stop until his exhaustion was exhausted, and Ye Feng became a corpse of flesh and blood.

Suddenly, Ye Feng smiled at him again.

He screamed: "What's going on, it's all cut out of human form, how can it blink?"

A faint brilliance dissipated, and there were noises, noises, and outside the curtain, more than one hundred table guests were drinking happily, and Ye Feng was standing in front of himself with a smile.

At his feet, a piece of wood was cut into pieces.

He suddenly realized that the scene was just an illusion.

Mr. Yang was ashamed of Ye Feng and said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't expect someone to pretend to be a disciple of our mercenary regiment and get involved in the chef team."

Ye Feng smiled and said: "It's okay, this can't blame you, you can only blame this poisoned guy. Mr. Yang stay away from it, block this place, don't let others in."

"Comply."

Mr. Yang led the disciples of the mercenary corps, standing side by side, standing at Verman, to prevent someone from coming over by mistake.

The blood and poisonous face was ashes, looking at Ye Feng in a daze, he could not tell whether everything he had just experienced was an illusion, or whether everything he experienced now was an illusion.

Just in the illusion, Ye Feng and all the people who went to the banquet had no excitement.

Knowing that he was hitting Ye Feng's illusion, he had a feeling of falling from heaven to hell, and even more deceived anger.

His eyes burst into flames, his hands continually waving in the air.

A trace of energy invisible to the naked eye, cold and evil, came like a turbulent sea wave.

That is blood poisonous gas practiced by blood poison, a special blood demon skill.

Not only the cultivation of human blood, but also the blood of demon and demon people, so the blood gas is not only a deadly energy for human beings, big Luo Jinxian, but even demon people.

Different from ordinary magic skills, this magic function is mixed with strange poison.

To deal with this kind of Yin Demon Gong, only the most ancient Taiyuan Divine Primal is its nemesis.

Ye Feng's wrist shook gently, the Aura Shield completely separated the blood and poisonous gas, the thunder sword rose into the sky, and a thunder sound sounded.

The Thunder Sword radiates a three-color streamer, as fast as lightning, and shoots directly at the bloody throat.

The blood-red face, which had already been red, became even more red, and it had to ooze with blood.

His hands were gently twisted and pulled in the air, and a dazzling blood light bloomed from his fingers, turning into a blood-red light shield, blocking the Thunder Sword.

Thunder Sword instantly cut out more than one hundred swords, hitting heavily on the blood shield, bursting into thunder.

A trace of blood oozed out on Xuedu's face, and his eyes were filled with horrified expression. He felt the power of Thunder Sword like a row of mountains and seas. He was shocked by the whole body's blood and blood, and even a sweet chest almost vomited.

Ye Feng has not tried his best, but with 80% strength, the ancient gods in the bloodline have gradually expanded, impacting the divinity, and the gods cultivated by the secret method of the Dayan gods are even more brave.

"It is worthy of the remnants of the Blood Demon Sect, and it can actually block my thunder sword. It seems that the status of the Blood Demon Sect is not low. Okay, try my sky rain again."

Ye Feng pointed his finger at the sky, the three-color streamer of the sky suddenly reflected the sky, and turned into a sky full of sword rain, and the sky was full of sword gas.

The blood poison face swelled red, and blood filaments oozed out from the pores continuously, and the blood poison gas had been cast to the extreme.

His hands were shaking, and there was a despair in his eyes. He felt standing in a sea of ​​ocean, his eyes full of sword light, and there was no way out.

Only then did he understand why Ye Feng was called a demon demon. As long as Ye Feng was staring at him, he didn't want to get out, only a dead end.