This is the Ye family's unique poison, and Ye Huang certainly knows the toxicity.

Hurriedly took out the antidote and gave it to Ye Zhenghong.

The master of the wooden hall asked angrily, "Ye Zhenghong, what are you doing, you want to assassinate me?"

Ye Zhenghong, who was taking the antidote, just passed by the god of death, and when he heard the question of the master of the wooden hall, if he was thundered, he didn't completely expel it despite the toxicity, and jumped up and said:

"No, it's not, Master Mutang, I didn't mean it! It's him!" he pointed at Li Muchen, "He doesn't know what demon method he used, I can't help myself!"

The master of the wooden hall looked at Li Muchen, a little skeptical.

Because Li Muchen didn't move at all just now.

If even he can't see it, it means that this kid's strength is above him.

But he didn't believe that this young man would have such strength.

"Ye Huang, you go!" the Wood Hall Master ordered.

Ye Huang took two steps towards Li Muchen, smiled coldly, and said, "Boy, this is your own death!"

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He also took a dagger, but instead of rushing forward as violently as Ye Zhenghong, he slowly stabbed at Li Muchen.

His knife was neither fast nor weird, and the tip of the knife was still trembling, as if he was too old to even hold the knife steadily, and no one who saw it would believe that such a knife technique could stab people.

The Wood Hall Master couldn't help but shake his head.

Ye Huang was very serious, kept adjusting the direction of the knife, and saved a not very beautiful knife flower.

Just when all eyes were on his knife, his other hand suddenly flickered.

A large piece of white powder was scattered towards Li Muchen.

The master of the wooden hall knew that Ye Huang was attacking the east and west just now, and even he couldn't help but curse in his heart: The old thing is insidious enough.

These powders are obviously not ordinary quicklime and the like, and a pungent smell can be smelled from afar, which must be highly toxic.

And he actually mastered his shot very well, and at such a close distance, the master of the wooden hall concluded that Li Muchen couldn't dodge it at all.

However, Li Muchen didn't hide, just waved his hand very casually.

So he whipped up a gust of wind and swept the powder aside.

Next to it, is the master of the wooden hall.

The master of the wooden hall was shocked, and hurriedly waved his hand, with the wind in his palm.

He swung quickly, and his palm was heavy, unlike Li Muchen, who was light and light, and he couldn't control the direction.

The powder was floating around the house.

Ye Huang was shocked and shouted: "Get out of the way! This is blood powder!"

He shouted, his hands and feet fluttering, trying to dodge the powder.

But there was still a lot of powder on his body.

Where the powder is stained, the skin immediately blisters, overflows with pus, and spreads.

Ye Zhenghong over there was similar, his face, hands, and neck were also stained with powder, his skin was boiling, and blood and pus blended out.

Due to the flurry of medicinal powder, the wood hall master's side was also inevitably suffering, and he could only keep waving his palm wind to prevent these medicinal powders from approaching.

But in this way, the wind in the house could not be stopped, and the powder in the room kept drifting.

Only Li Muchen sat there, calm and stable, as if watching a play.

Ye Huang hid in the corner, endured the pain, took out the antidote powder from his pocket, and wiped it on his body.

Ye Zhenghong suddenly rushed up and grabbed it: "Daddy, give me a little! Give me a little!"

Ye Huang was bent on Li Muchen's death, so he was ruthless and sprinkled all the blood powder on his body.

There is a lot of blood powder in the air, and the antidote is only a small box the size of wind oil essence, where is enough for two people.

Ye Huang rushed to the door of the house, wanting to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

But somehow the door of the house was locked so tightly that it couldn't be opened.

Ye Huang was helpless, rushed back again, snatched the antidote from his son's hand, and wiped it on himself.

The father and son are grabbing and grabbing there, you wipe a little, I wipe a little.

Ye Huang was furious and kicked Ye Zhenghong away: "You are young, you can stand it, bear with it!"

Ye Zhenghong's face was getting rotten more and more, and he couldn't care about it so much, so he punched his father down and snatched the antidote.

"Stinky boy, you dare to hit me!"

Ye Huang was furious, and when he went up, he slapped Ye Zhenghong a few times, and that face had already begun to rot, and now it was even worse.

Ye Zhenghong did not show weakness, and the two of them scuffled together.

The wind in the room gradually calmed down, and the powder finally stopped drifting.

But Ye Huang and Ye Zhenghong have become two bloody people, their faces are a mess, and they can't even tell their faces.

Soon, the two men were silent, leaving only two half-rotten corpses and a puddle of pus.

Even the wooden hall master of the Yinshan Sect frowned when he saw it.

The master of the wooden hall looked at Li Muchen, saw Li Muchen's idle appearance, and finally knew that this was definitely a master, no wonder he dared to come to the deserted town alone to find trouble with the Yinshan faction.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Li Muchen raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said, "Now should be the time for me to ask you, it's not your turn to ask." ”

The Wooden Hall Master's eyes narrowed, his face was cold, and he said, "Don't think I'm really afraid of you!

Li Muchen shook his head and sighed: "I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin!"

With that, as soon as he raised his hand, the owner of the wooden hall flew up, smashed through the window, and fell into the courtyard.

Li Muchen slowly got up and walked out of the house.

The master of the wooden hall fell not lightly, and he wanted to get up, but his body seemed to be frozen by something, and he just couldn't move.

The two women of the Ye family heard the movement and came out of the house to see.

When he saw two strangers in the yard, he screamed.

Thinking that it was a thief, the two women shouted the names of Ye Huang and Ye Zhenghong, ran into the house, and saw the two rotting corpses on the ground, and screamed again.

But no matter how they shouted, the neighbors around them did not move.

What they didn't know was that their voices didn't come out at all, only in the courtyard, and there seemed to be an invisible wall around the courtyard, and they couldn't be heard from the outside.

After the two women calmed down, Li Muchen said: "Pack up the valuable things, let's go, the farther the better." ”

After being stunned for a moment, the woman ran back to her house like crazy, and quickly packed up her things, and trembled through the courtyard and out of the gate.

Li Muchen glanced at the plaque of "Hanging Pot to Help the World" hanging in the main hall of the hall, and said: "For the sake of accumulating virtue on the ancestors of the Ye family, I will leave you a good reputation!"

Say goodbye and stomp your foot gently.

Just listen to the boom.

The entire Ye family, the front house and the back house, plus the courtyard wall, collapsed along with the foundation.

A golden light swept up the wooden hall master on the ground with a frightened face, and flew away from the ruins.

That night, there was an earthquake in Linhuang Town, and the earthquake only collapsed Dr. Ye's house.

Since then, only the legend of the Ye family and the Ye Divine Doctor has been left in the town.