The two looked at each other that day, and the man in black also wanted to know who was competing with him for the withered grass.

Mo Chenxiao didn't let him pay too much attention to it, because he already had a plan.

Because of this, the man in black was not impressed with him.

Only in this way will the people in black not feel that they are bound to win the withered grass, so they will not be on guard.

If you run away in advance, it won't be good.

The withered grass is both medicine and poison, and the man in black asked it to cultivate the poisonous sand palm.

Soon after taking the withered grass back, it was put into the black jar to enhance the toxicity of the poisonous sand.

The poisonous sand is not real sand, but a small insect called 'black lily'.

These 'black lions' will devour all the poison that is put into it, and become more and more poisonous.

Then he put the palm of his hand into the black tank, let the black lily bite, the poison infects each other, and then through the special internal strength method, slowly form this pair of poisonous sand palms.

The Poisonous Sand Palm is just the beginning, when the Poisonous Palm is completely cultivated, it will begin to transfer to the body, and the two palms are equivalent to a portal, a portal between the body and the poison.

When oneself is completely transformed into a poisonous body, the exercises can be regarded as truly cultivated.

In his body, from the very beginning of the small poison, then the formation of antibodies, then the formation of medium toxicity, then the formation of antibodies, then the formation of antibodies, and then the formation of antibodies, step by step, after the experience, he has been invulnerable, internal strength, and even able to simulate various poisons with internal elements.

This kind of simulation is also complemented by certain exercises, and Bi Centipeda Heart Devouring is just one of them, and it is also relatively simple.

"You want Withered Grass?"

The black-clothed man moved in his heart and lowered his palm that was about to attack.

"Yes, hand over the withered grass and give you time to explain what will happen to you. "Mo Chenxiao is very cold and disdainful of deception.

The purpose of his coming was to kill him and take the withered grass, but he unexpectedly gained something.

The negative aura on those people is extremely great, especially the slanted youth, which is simply an unexpected surprise.

When the Blood Prison feeds back to him, his body will transform again.

"Not only do you want to wither the grass, but you also want to kill me?"

The man in black narrowed his eyes, and the murderous aura was permeated.

"You have a lot of anger in you, surrounded by countless spirits of the dead, and this is the reason for your death. ”

Death be given to you.

Like the god of death in the underworld, his words were cold, and his heart was even more unwavering.

"Hahaha, madman, erector, since that's the case, then I don't bother to deceive you, that withered grass, when I got it back, I had already fed the black lily and cultivated the poisonous sand palm, hahahahahaha

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and laughed violently, what kind of reason is this? Give me death? What are you? I will give you death!

The man in black was furious.

"Poisonous vines-blue centipedes devour hearts. ”

"Poisonous vines-black scorpions eat bones. ”

"Poisonous vines - yellow pythons swallow dust. ”

"The poisonous vine-toad fell to the ground. ”

"Four styles in one, poison swallows the world. ”

The man in black was completely furious, no longer had the slightest reservation, as soon as he got started, it was a pole move, four styles in one, poisoning the world.

A large turquoise centipede appears first, about a foot long.

Then a black scorpion emerged from the black mist and climbed on the ground.

A yellow python, condensed from the yellow dust, the python head was high, staring at Mo Chenxiao.

A toad fell to the ground with a clatter, and the golden poisonous mist filled the air.

One green, one black, one yellow and one gold, four poisons, suddenly merged and turned into a huge deformed monster.

This monster, with the body of a yellow python, the thousand feet of a centipede, the tail of a black scorpion, and the belly of a toad, quacked from the python's head, and poisonous ripples of strange colors began to permeate the void.

This poisonous creature stood up, raised its head, and its whole body was filled with all kinds of poisonous mist.

This scene is very amazing.

The poisonous gas was so thick that it soon flooded the entire stockade.

The three children with pigtails ran away from the stockade.

An old man in a wheelchair was coughing in the house, and a little boy, eight or nine years old, was next to him who wanted to die in discomfort and his face was distorted.

"Qi'er, my life is short, but you can't die, you have to remember the hatred of my Lu family, Mo's family, don't leave one, kill them all, in order to avenge the killing of seventy-six members of my Lu family. ”

"I have cultivated the 'Dragon Sword Six Slashes' for seventy years, and I pass it on to you today. ”

The old man coughed while passing on his skills, the dragon sword slashed six times, and his internal strength was extremely strong, he had cultivated for seventy years, and he had only cultivated to the late stage of the fourth layer.

At this time, these strong internal strengths turned into a small projectile, rotated and shrunk, self-condensed, curled up in the little boy's body, and when the little boy cultivated, it was slowly stimulated and turned into his own strength.

Soon, the old man finished his work.

At this time, the old man was even older, his white hair had turned gray, his skin was covered with wrinkles, and his palms were like dried bark, and when the wind blew, a layer of dead skin fell off.

"You go, don't look back, now you, you can't beat him. ”

"Grandpa, grandpa. The little boy fell to the ground and cried.

The child is only eight years old, very young, and should not be sensible, but after wandering in the past few years, his mind has also matured.

"Don't be sad, my death is nothing, as long as you live, there is still hope for my Lu family, go quickly, leave through the back door, don't look back. ”

The old man is getting older and older, and he who has lost his inner element is difficult to resist the poisonous gas.

"Wow. ”

The little boy ran out crying and didn't look back, he was afraid of tears.

"Very good, very good, remember the hatred, cultivate hard, and avenge the hatred of my Lu family. ”

The old man looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, and was very pleased, and raised his palm, wanting to touch it again, but he was unable to fall.

fought with Mo Zilong, did not die, and fled with his clansmen, but since then he has been branded with the root of the disease, and his legs can no longer heal.

To this day, in this small cottage, under the poisonous skills of his son, he was killed with a bang.

Fate is the same.

Retribution is unjust, and there is no settlement.

Their descendants are still full of hatred and vow to kill the Mo clan in the future.

In the courtyard, the battle has entered the white heat.

A huge deformed monster, with attack weapons all over its body, attacking towards Mo Chenxiao.

The blood chain soul snatcher strangled the monster's neck, but this was not enough, the monster's tail was a scorpion tail, and the entire space was filled with poisonous gas, such an environment was very unfavorable to him.

"Quack. ”

A poisonous arrow erupted from the monster's mouth, smashing a large crater into the ground.

"Violent stabs. ”

A dagger, flying out of his hand, nailed to the monster's neck, this move nailed, he poured all his strength, huge power, erupted on the monster's neck, directly blasted the monster's neck out of a big hole, and the mist gushed inside.

The monster screamed, the scorpion tail shot out, and poisonous needles spewed out, raining down.

Mo Chenxiao's blood chain waved, forming a chain disc to rotate, and the sound of dingding and dinging continued to come out.

"It's over. ”

Mo Chenxiao saw the opportunity, launched it instantly, and the dagger swayed with strange light, racing in an instant, sealing the soul.

He's not attacking monsters.

This monster can repair itself in the poisonous mist, and it is very irrational to fight it hand-to-hand.

The man in black watched as the cold light turned into a deadly color.

See blood seal the throat.

"Devour. ”

His specialty is speed, the unexpected is instantaneous, and the art of killing is racing.

Three-in-one, if you want to resist, it's too difficult.

He didn't waste this man's body.

The monster crashed to the ground, turning into a cloud of colorful poisonous mist that filled the ground.

Mo Chenxiao walked into the house and found the last source of anger.

This old man is dead.

He didn't stay long, and these poisonous fogs also hurt him.

Half an hour later, the wind blew away the fog, and Mo Chenxiao entered the stockade to look for the withered grass.

He didn't believe that the withered grass was really gone.

But the reality is cruel, and it really isn't.

He looked at the black lion, surging in the black vat, he tried to stretch out a finger into it, and after the black lily bit his finger, he decisively took it out.

It was very poisonous, and his fingers were pitch black.

And these toxicities are still spreading.

The blood in his body surged, driving the poison away, driving it to his fingertips, and finally turning into a drop of black blood dripping, this drop of black blood directly corroded the stone slab on the ground into a large pit.

Blood can flow, and the fingers are still as white as jade after repairing.

Mo Chenxiao waved his hand, and this black cylinder was put away by him and placed in another heaven and earth prison.

This heaven and earth dungeon only has this one item.

He wanted to go back and ask Ren Yiyi, if these black lily were useful.

In the secret art of healing evil spirits, there is no record of black lily.

He also didn't bother to read more books about it.

The withered grass was not found, which was his biggest failure this time.

He only has two things to do right now.

The first is to cure Wang Xiaoya.

The second is to accompany the ancient poems.

Mo Chenxiao was about to return to Yicheng, walking on the road, and on the ground in the distance, a middle-aged man full of masculinity walked over.

Mo Chenxiao stopped.

He felt that this big man had locked himself.

"Thousands of miles of red dust, a hundred years of rivers and mountains, a thought of mountains and rivers hanging upside down; ”

The big man read while walking, very imposing, Mo Chenxiao frowned, what the hell? carefully recalled the meaning of this poem, it seems that it means that a person is so strong that he can make mountains and rivers hang upside down, and he still has an obsession in his heart that he can't let go, and he wants to raise his head to hit the sky, but the sky is full of stratus clouds, clouds and clouds, there is no end, when he looks back, he wants to look for something, but it is a mountain stack, nothing, the vast world, his eyes are all at a loss, and he can't see anything clearly.

Dahan locked on himself, and he thought that there should be something to ask, because Dahan did not show murderous intent to him, and there were no more emotions that he perceived.

He waited quietly, straightened his sleeves, and watched the big man step forward, very solid, step by step, as if he wanted to get out of the confusion.

Zhan Wuyi walked coldly, wearing a yellow robe, wearing a crown, carrying a halberd in his hand, between his eyebrows, not angry and arrogant.

In the depths of his eyes, there was a breath of red dust sweeping in, boundless, as if containing a vast and prosperous world, rooted in his eyes.

In this reckless red dust, there is a person, standing in the midst of prosperity, looking around, as if he does not know this world, watching everything happen, all strange.

When people walk, he thinks it is strange, people eat, he also thinks it is strange, someone is selling sugar gourds, he also looks strange, he looks at children eating, he is also greedy.

All of this is hidden in his eyes, this person is like a blank sheet of paper, full of unknowns about the world.

"You, what's the matter?"

Mo Chenxiao looked into his eyes and asked innocently.

His eyes are very transparent, without a trace of dust, like a mirror, like a secluded pool, pure and natural.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and his soul is free of dust, and his eyes are naturally free of dust.

There is a huge gap with the big man, who is full of vicissitudes and full of red dust.

Zhan Wuyi looked at Mo Chenxiao's eyes and stayed for a long time before asking indifferently.

"You, related to the blood cloud!"

Although he asked, his attitude was very tough, and he seemed to have no room for negotiation, so he directly affirmed his thoughts.

"Blood cloud?"

Mo Chenxiao doesn't know why, blood cloud, what does it mean to have something to do with blood cloud?

"Your gaze is not lying. ”

Zhan Wuyi's eyebrows eased, and his breath converged slightly.

Just now, he was walking on the road, looking for the origin of the disaster, when suddenly his heart jumped, and he walked over with his intuition, and he met this person.

Therefore open your mouth to temptation.

Mo Chenxiao's whole body is very pure, and even gives people an intuitive good feeling.

He was confused, his instincts were wrong?

"Well, I don't like to lie. Mo Chenxiao frowned, lying, this is an insult to him.

"I was wrong. ”

Zhan Wuyi frowned, seeing the anger between the young man's eyebrows.