Everyone in the world knew that Fang Qiong's medical skills were excellent, and Gu Qiong was also a master in this, but they didn't know much about Fang Qiong's poison arts. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the drama is one of the people who knows Fang Qiong's true strength, after all, it was the drama that watched Fang Qiong grow up, and then made Fang Qiong a saint.

Fang Qiong's talent in poison art is far above that of medical skills and Gu arts.

It can be said that I don't know what kind of drama will be in the future, but the drama can ensure that after Fang Qiong takes over as Gu Po, at least for thousands of years, Fang Qiong will be the most veritable Gu Po.

But Fang Qiong doesn't like poison, Fang Qiong's hearty and bright temperament makes her dislike things that look a little poisonous, so she often only shows medical skills, and Gu techniques are often only displayed as a supplement to medical skills.

But Fang Qiong actually didn't give up poison art.

Fang Qiong herself knew that she had major flaws in fighting and had to rely on poison to make up for her flaws.

She just didn't put more effort into using poison, but with her talent in using poison, even if she didn't study it extremely hard, it also allowed Fang Qiong's poison technique to make up for her shortcomings.

This is also Fang Qiong's purpose, after achieving this goal, she has no higher pursuits, and she is not like those poison experts, who like to continue to study whether there is a poison that makes a ninth-order cultivator, or even a ninth-order peak, or simply a great emperor helpless.

This is undoubtedly a wise decision, and it is in vain to try to formulate such a poison when the flowers and plants recorded in the ancient books have almost completely disappeared.

Wet Opera took a deep breath, and drops of black blood slowly dripped down from his palms, all of which were the toxins contained in Fang Qiong's palms.

"Pss

A blister suddenly bulged on his arm, and then suddenly exploded, and a golden beetle let out a "squeak" wail and came out of the breach, struggled a few times, and then fell on the stone tool, and no longer moved.

Wet Drama's face became a little pale, and he also paid a great price in order to remove toxins and Gu worms.

He took a deep breath, looked at Fang Qiong who was standing up in the distance, his voice sank, and said, "Fang Qiong, do you want to be my enemy?"

Fang Qiong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Chu Feng, who was suspended in the air, greedily absorbing streams of liquid, his expression was full of panic.

She clenched her fists, lowered her head, looked at the drama, and said very firmly: "Stop, patriarch, let's ...... There is no capital to do such a gamble anymore. ”

The drama shone slightly, and said, "Fang Qiong, do you really want to watch my clan decline a little bit?"

Fang Qiong shook his head and said, "But we have long since lost the capital to gamble. ”

"If you don't gamble, you die out over time. "One day, our clan will be buried forever in the torrent of time, how can we have the face to face our ancestors?"

"Do you have face now?" Fang Qiong gritted her teeth, her expression full of annoyance.

Miju laughed: "At least I tried my best." ”

The corners of Fang Qiong's mouth twitched slightly for a moment, she knew that she couldn't persuade her to come back, he would only go farther and farther on this road until the end.

Fang Qiong took a deep breath, clenched her fists violently, her long hair suddenly opened in the night wind, the black of her left eye quickly retreated to only a pale, and the white of her right eye was completely invaded by the black that invaded from all directions, turning into a dark night that could not be dissolved.

The drama looked slightly awe-inspired, and there was no slack in the slightest, and his right hand shook violently, holding an ancient bronze mirror.

The mirror surface of the bronze mirror is hazy, and the decoration around it is ornate and delicate, apparently extremely intricately carved.

The drama clenched the bronze mirror.

As Fang Qiong's elder, he naturally knew what kind of ability Fang Qiong had.

Yin and Yang are confused, that is Fang Qiong's talent, although Fang Qiong is not good at hand-to-hand combat and cannot exert his full strength, but it is still an extremely powerful ability.

The moment the drama held the bronze mirror tightly, Fang Qiong's toes stepped on the ground slightly, and then the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of the drama.

The scene around the drama distorted and turned into chaos.

Before this chaos, a pitch-black eye and an eye with only the whites of the eyes looked at him directly, which made the drama feel a hairy sense of fear.

In this illusory space, it became difficult for him to even stand, because those black and white eyes seemed to be constantly draining all the energy from his body.

Wet drama took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and held the ancient bronze mirror in his hand horizontally, carefully feeling the flow of breath in this chaotic space.

He knew that it was only those eyes that made him enter the illusion, he was still in reality, and he wanted to rely on his own mind to forcibly restore the real environment he was facing.

He felt unbearable pain all over his body, and countless poisons invaded his body, raging in his body, destroying his viscera, meridians, and flesh one by one, forcing him to make a decision as soon as possible.

Where is the real Fang Qiong?

The drama didn't know, so the drama let out an angry roar, and the rock pillars under the earth broke out like bamboo shoots, or pointed straight to the sky, or leaned in it, and one by one screamed, like dog's teeth intertwined, turning the body of the drama more than ten zhang into a forest of rock pillars.

Wet drama opened his eyes suddenly, he saw that all the chaos had disappeared, and Fang Qiong's figure was forced to retreat.

Wet drama sneered, and his figure also stepped forward in an instant, taking advantage of Fang Qiong's backward trend, he raised the ancient bronze mirror in his hand and smashed it towards Fang Qiong.

"Poof!"

The bronze mirror smashed down and broke into Fang Qiong's body, but there was no flesh and blood splashing, in exchange for the feeling of a force falling into the air.

"Buzz-"

Fang Qiong's figure suddenly twisted and shattered, and a dense bee worm like a dark cloud swooped down towards the drama.

The body of the drama was stunned, the empty left hand was slightly clenched, and a punch bombarded out, which immediately shattered the group of bee insects, and the stumps and broken arms flew everywhere, and the corpse fell to the ground.

Wet Drama's expression changed slightly, and those black and white eyes appeared in the night sky again, silently watching him, as if telling him that this was still the illusion that Fang Qiong had created for him.

Yin and Yang are disordered, but after being watched by such a pair of eyes, they will fall into the illusion constructed for them by their master, whether it is the innate five senses or the divine thoughts of the monk, they will fall into a confusion, as if they are a madman.

The greater the gap in cultivation, the more obvious the confusion caused by the perception of people.

And what is really frightening is that the illusion constructed by the confusion of yin and yang can even be superimposed on top of each other.

When you think you've broken through the illusion, you're just falling into the next layer of illusion without knowing it.

There is no way to do this ability unless the caster actively retracts it or is forced to interrupt it, or the trapped person forcibly breaks through it with great force.

Even, when a person leaves this illusion, he will wonder if he has fallen into a higher level of illusion.

The drama quickly calmed down.

Fang Qiong didn't seem to want to fight him head-on, because Fang Qiong didn't have the confidence to fight him, the gap in cultivation would quickly manifest itself as the battle progressed, even if Fang Qiong had strange poisons and Gu worms, it was just to make her combat power reach the level that her cultivation should be.

Fang Qiong's purpose is to stop himself, and the most important thing to stop himself should be to destroy the host, and let it return to nothingness before the power is born.

Wet drama took a deep breath, and the position he was standing on, and the feeling he had just moved, all quickly appeared in his mind.

All the images were reconstructed to reconstruct his place in the real world.

He believed that Fang Qiong didn't have that ability to make his perception of space confused, after all, he was also a whole level of cultivation above Fang Qiong, who was at the peak of the eighth order, how could his perception be affected so easily!

The drama roared, and the ancient bronze mirror in his hand turned into a streamer, which he threw in the direction he had speculated.

In an instant, the bronze mirror that flew into the night sky suddenly exploded, turning into a stream of fire dancing in the sky, like a thousand trees and silver flowers blooming suddenly.

The confined space cracked in an instant, and the black and white eyes disappeared in an instant.

Fang Qiong spat blood from his mouth, and his body flew out uncontrollably, moving away from Chu Feng's side.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately didn't hesitate anymore and rushed towards Fang Qiong.

Fang Qiong showed an extremely painful look, she knew that she couldn't trap the drama, but she didn't expect to be seen through by the drama so soon.

Maybe it's because your purpose is too direct, but if it's not direct at this time, can you wait?

The liquid in the stone tool was already being absorbed, and she didn't have time to wait, she had to get straight to the point and finish it all before it got out of hand.

But she ultimately failed.

Fang Qiong sighed a little, if Zhu Yan was still here, maybe it wouldn't be like this.

It's a pity that Zhu Yan is still in the demon world and has never returned to the world.

The drama rushed past Chu Feng's side and rushed straight towards Fang Qiong.

Fang Qiong looked at the drama, her pupils suddenly constricted, and her expression changed.

The boy had already absorbed all the fluids, it was too late, it was too late to recover.

She can only hope that the drama will succeed.

The force they create is controllable.

The drama also paused abruptly, looking at the motionless teenager, showing a somewhat relieved smile.

The power didn't get out of control, and he succeeded.

He finally took a huge step forward, and they finally created this force.

The drama burst out laughing, but the laughter stopped abruptly.

A hand grabbed him by the throat.

The bloodied boy opened his eyes, and there was only a bloody glint of murderous light in his eyes.

"Roar—"

The young man looked up to the sky and roared, and phantoms appeared behind him, and roared angrily.