Holding back the sadness in his heart, Zhang Shi had already begun to think about how to use the law of detoxification to delay time with these robbers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because when Zhang Shi designed this special poison, he had already thought through all the possible situations.

Zhang Shi didn't have the antidote to this poison with him at all, and even the prescription to remove this poison was not made by Zhang Shi at all.

After careful research, Zhang Shi created the method of removing this poison, which is not written in the world today, but only remains in his mind.

Now the only reason why Zhang Shi can survive is that the robbers are still afraid of this poison.

Although the high-forehead monk was still strong on the surface, from his eagerness to detoxify, it was clear that the poison was indeed a threat to the high-forehead monk.

If the high-forehead monk is not detoxified, then the high-forehead monk will either be deeply poisoned, crippled or dead, and at that time, Zhang Shi will no longer be alive.

If the high-forehead monk had been detoxified in a short period of time, then Zhang Shi would have died faster.

So Zhang Shi decided to take his time, not to cure the poison in the body of the high-forehead monk at once, and not to let the high-forehead monk die quickly because of the poison.

As for those mortals, they didn't have the true qi of a cultivator at all, so they couldn't operate Zhang Shi's detoxification exercises.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shi was also stunned.

"What's the matter? The contents of this little bunny's storage bag are almost used.

Why are these mortals still showing no signs of getting better?"

The young monk, with clear eyebrows, angrily kicked at a woman who was about to die, and was convulsing and spitting on the ground in pain:

"Get me well, or I'll slaughter your baby." ”

"Wait a little longer, it seems that the antidote to this little rabbit cub is a little strange. ”

The high-forehead monk winked at the young monk.

Time was ticking by, and the mortals on the ground were almost dead, and only the three of them were still there.

"Where the hell did you hide the antidote?"

The high-forehead monk lost his patience and frantically opened his mouth, searching for the life-saving pill in his mouth.

"Second child, it's going to be fine.

Don't look at these mortals who don't seem to be moving, but who knows, it's not the special sleep-inducing effect of the antidote?

Wait. ”

The young monk ostensibly comforted the high-forehead monk, but in fact he was a little discouraged in his words.

A stick of incense passed.

"There's no antidote here!"

"Wait, the second child's body is important, how can such a great opportunity to get the antidote be easily given up?"

There was something wrong with the tone in which the high-forehead monk and the young monk spoke.

Although the high-forehead monk had already suspected that the young monk had a different heart by procrastinating so much to find another way to detoxify;

But the high-forehead monk was poisoned at the moment, and Zhang Shi had already been in close contact with him, so he couldn't do anything.

Another stick of incense, time passed.

"You're a little too ......"

The voice of the monk with a high forehead implies thunder in it;

He wanted to use his usual prestige among the bandit gangs to make the young monks dare not act rashly;

But his heart suddenly shrank in pain, so that he could not continue to speak;

On his face, a trace of purple markings had appeared.

When Zhang Shi saw it, he immediately understood what was going on.

The purple markings were not caused by the poison he used;

It seems that this young monk quietly did something when he cut off the poisonous flesh of the monk with a high forehead.

"I'm too young, too smart and calm.

I can delay the time and let my special hypnotic pills take effect to prevent you from fighting back. ”

The young monk and several other monks from the bandit gang patted each other on the shoulders and celebrated.

"I'm not kind to you!"

The high-forehead monk saw these people in front of him without the slightest trace of sympathy or guilt, and his eyes flashed with greed when he looked at him, as if he was looking at a spirit stone;

He was in pain, and the roar that came from his heart still didn't send a ripple on the faces of the other bandit monks.

"So what? Even if you give birth to us, raise us, and save us?

Those are things of the past, and they can no longer be of any benefit to us now and in the future.

Besides, since you have embarked on our business, you only recognize interests in your eyes, how dare you talk about any feelings?

We're going to send you and this little rabbit cub to the Nine Heavens Refining Array;

Since you really think that there is still warmth between us, why don't you contribute your own essence and cultivation to let our brothers improve?"

When the young monk said these words, the monk next to him, three restrained Zhang Shi, and one gave the high-forehead monk a punch.

"Bump!"

Zhang Shi received a solid punch in the back of the head.

Just as he was about to pretend to be unconscious, three sweet scents entered his nose.

Zhang Shi was under the hypnosis of these three incense incense, and wanted to struggle hard.

But the drowsiness invaded, and he felt as if he had been sleeping with a high intensity for several days, and he had not rested.

When Zhang Shi woke up.

He found himself tied up with the high-forehead monk in a stone cave.

A glimmer of light came through, and Zhang Shi looked over.

Array flags, formation normals are outside the cave.

Zhang Shi, with his powerful formation attainments, knew that this was a kind of magic circle that would refine the flesh and mind of living people together.

Zhang Shi's previous plan to use the poisoning of the high-forehead monk to delay time was about to be completely ruined at this moment, which made him a little disheartened.

In particular, the magic circle was about to be prepared, and he was about to be refined and die with this high-forehead monk, which made him feel even more chilled.

The stone cave was filled with five kinds of aromas, making it impossible for Qi Refining Stage cultivators to use their true qi.

The high-forehead monk had his eyes closed, unconscious, and his panting was quiet;

He was about to lose his mind from Zhang Shi's poison and the powerful hypnotic drugs of the young monk.

"Are you awake?"

Zhang Shi was startled by the voice.

It turned out that this high-forehead monk was not really unconscious, and he was still able to speak.

"We are all grasshoppers on a rope now, and only by helping each other can we have any hope of survival.

The effect of the young monk's hypnotic pills was quite strong at first, and I couldn't help it.

But its effect has now diminished.

I have secretly used the power of my own mad blood monk to control my own flesh and blood, and expelled most of it from my body.

They thought the hypnotic pill was strong enough to contain me.

However, your poison is really powerful, and now it has invaded my internal organs, leaving me with no strength to move.

If you can help me detoxify, I will have the strength to break the chains that bind us.

What do you think?"

The high-forehead monk's voice was low, and it seemed that he had been poisoned too deeply.