The cold silk is the body, and the divine iron is the bone. Dzi wards off evil spirits, glazed protection.

Thousands of strange poisons, all in the palm of your hand. The black fan circulated, and the yellow spring beckoned.

The night is full of glass, poisonous treasures, inexhaustible, endless, dangerous, and poisonous.

---- the night of the supreme twelve instruments is full of glass, hidden building.

Now in the twelve-day list, except for Qiu Buping, who has died in battle, the top players are all characters who are good at facing each other head-on.

Assassinations, poisons and other crooked ways that dominate the human list and the earth list, once they enter the heavenly list, they show their lack of stamina.

For example, the world's No. 1 poison technique, the ten thousand poison old man of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, in the twelve-day list, is only one place higher than Ai Dacha and Tongtang Witch, and the most powerful assassin Qu Xie can't even enter the heavenly list.

The reason for this is that in addition to entering the congenital stage, the martial artist practices the void and returns to reality, making the body as strong as a non-human, the immune system in the body is also strengthened, and the resistance to poisons is greatly improved, there is another important reason.

But for all martial artists, with the improvement of martial arts, the true qi flows all over the body, the body is constantly warmed, and the perception will gradually improve.

The higher the martial arts, the more sensitive the martial artist is, and the ears and eyes are psychic, as if they are supernatural.

When you reach the heavenly list, whether it is a battle or a practice in ordinary life, between every move, within ten zhang of your body, you are under control, and it is almost impossible to carry out an assassination and sneak attack at this time.

It couldn't be done in the heyday of the evil spirit.

He has killed two lords, and countless masters of the rivers and lakes have died under him, but he has not had a successful record of assassinating the Heavenly List, and the same is true for the Ten Thousand Poisonous Old Men, and no Heavenly List has ever been defeated by his poison skills.

Ren Hao practices thaumaturgy, and all poisons are inviolable.

The monk of Yuanwu has reached the great accomplishment of Buddhahood, even if he is poisoned, he can recover quickly under the washing of Nirvana's true qi.

In this river and lake, the use of poison and assassination methods, if you can calculate, the highest is to reach the level of Lin Yundong, and then up, it will be difficult for these methods to take effect.

Therefore, when the martial arts reach the level of the heavenly list, if the two sides want to win or lose, there is almost no other way than to face Bo in a dignified manner.

But there are pros and cons to everything.

Poison, the means of assassination are at a high level, and they are so weak that they are difficult to take effect, but below the list, when walking the rivers and lakes, the poisoner and the assassin are always the opponents that the Jianghu guests are most unwilling to face.

If you are not careful, a small life will be gone.

At this time, Ren Hao and Monk Yuanwu fought fiercely against the two Heavenly Lists of the Demon Sect on the Yangtze River, gaining the upper hand, and in full view of both sides, they pressed Happy and the old man of Peach Blossom to retreat to the north bank.

That's the victory.

Attracted a group of decent people to cheer, accompanied by Ren Hao and the old monk back to the south bank of the array, there were noisy cheers and cheers, even the Southern Dynasty soldiers guarding Jiangxin Island also waved their weapons and shouted victory.

In this era of cold weapons, the two armies are fighting, and morale is an important factor in determining the outcome of the battle.

The north and the south confronted each other across the river, and the first battle ended like this.

There is a feeling of a hasty ending, and the fight between the two armies is just a pillar incense, but the battle of the masters of the rivers and lakes is very exciting, just like a commercial blockbuster of individual heroes.

Let Shen Qiu, who was watching from behind, feel a feast for his eyes.

Everyone let their guard down.

Even Ren Hao and Monk Yuanwu were a little tired because of the big battle, and the people in the rivers and lakes who were huddled together talked to each other and encouraged each other, don't be afraid of the Demon Sect, they are nothing more than that.

The lively crowd, surrounded by the alliance leader and Master Yuanwu, retreated in the direction of the camp.

In the crowd, an old man dressed in black, who was also smiling and talking to others, reached out and put it into his right sleeve, held something, and gently took it out.

A few people next to him saw the thing in the old man's hand at a glance.

It's a fan.

A black folding fan, very gorgeous, very delicate, as long as a forearm, there are layers of moire on the black fan bone, and the fan surface is some rare silk fabric, flat and abnormal, without creases.

In the dim sunlight, there was still a cold light lingering on the surface.

Underneath the delicate fan, a few strands of black rope were worn with colorful glass beads, and a few black, long beads dotted with strange white lines.

It's called a dzi.

It is said to be a blessing from the gods, and it is a first-class treasure above the snowy region, and it is difficult for the snowy nobles to find one, but under this black fan, there are five.

They are still the finest nine-eyed dzis.

All these glass beads and dzi beads are already worth 10,000 gold.

In the crowd, the old man still had a smile on his face, no different from other people at the bottom of the rivers and lakes, and his face seemed to have the same smile on his face that was born from the victory of the righteous path.

Dressed in coarse cloth clothes, his face is ordinary, and he is not at all inconspicuous.

He held the fan and took a step forward, less than five zhang away from Ren Hao and Yuanwu Monk in the center of the crowd.

The next moment...

"Huh"

The black fan unfolded, the voice was soft, and the unfolded fan, like life, flew up from the palm of the old man's hand, like a butterfly flapping its wings, leaping into the air.

Knowing that at this time, the people in the rivers and lakes around the old man saw clearly that the black fan was waving flowers, birds, fish and insects on one side, which seemed to be a hundred scenes in the world, and the pattern on the other side was a little strange.

It is like a spot of moonlight, and on the fan surface of the black paint, there are all kinds of twisted and evil ghosts, just like a hundred ghosts walking at night, but under the light of the moonlight, it is like the end of the long night and the dawn is coming.

It was the end of the night.

Time slowed down in this instant.

The expressions of the people around him changed from smiling to frightened, as if in slow motion, and even the subtle changes in the corners of their eyes, nose and nose and muscles everywhere could be seen.

The masters of the rivers and lakes in the crowd also saw the black fan flying into the sky, and their reaction was very fast.

Wuyang Zhenren's sleeves flapped, slapping the behemoth disciple beside him to the periphery, Lin Yundong took a few steps back, drew his sword in his hand, and outside the crowd, the half of the mustard monk's ghost face was also hideous.

He pushed Shen Qiu and Lin Huiyin out, and threw himself into the crowd again, as if to remind the master to be careful.

This scene is like a bomb, about to explode in the crowd in the moment.

"Be careful!"

"Retreat!"

"Get out of the way!"

What seemed to be a slow time returned to normal in the next moment.

A noisy roar sounded from the crowd, and Ren Hao and Old Monk Yuanwu burst out at the same time, as if hitting the qi wall in all directions, pushing the people of the rivers and lakes around them out of the three zhang away.

"Poof"

Above everyone's heads, the black fan crossed a circle, as if a switch was activated, like a goddess scattering flowers.

Tens of thousands of colors of smoke, from the black fan as the center of the circle, in an instant, within fifteen zhang, all living beings are included in it.

In just an instant, nearly 100 people inhaled poisonous cigarettes, and those who were lucky died directly without pain.

Unfortunately, they can only survive and fall into the smoke and struggle in agony.

"Yards! The night is over! Poisonous old man! ”

"Run!"

Shen Qiu and the others didn't want to join in the fun, the place where they were standing was twenty zhang away from the crowd, and they were not affected by the first wave of poisonous smoke, but the black fan was still spinning in the air, and every time it moved, different poisons were swayed out.

The circle of poison is spreading rapidly.

Zhang Lan reacted the fastest, his face was distorted, he burst into a foul language, opened his arms, picked up four or five people around him, and rushed out of the river bank and jumped into the river.

Xiao Tie carried Lei Shiyin, who looked frightened, and also jumped up and smashed into the water with Zhang Lan.

Shen Qiu grabbed Lin Huiyin's slender waist and turned around to make a palm.

At the time of despair, he spared no effort, and the nine-point sacrifice broke out, and the cold wind brought up by the cold snow, trapping the poisonous smoke that rushed over in place, and by means of recoil, he jumped up from the spot.

But the smoke did not disperse, and after only a few breaths, it continued to roll outward.

"Puff"

Shen Qiu and Lin Huiyin also jumped into the water, and at the same time as he fell into the water, Gong Yi skillfully took the true qi silk thread with his skillful hands, and dragged everyone around him who reacted slower, or was sluggish, to the ground and dragged into the water on the shore.

The reaction of the people in the rivers and lakes is generally very fast, with Zhang Lan taking the lead, and in just a moment, there are hundreds of splashes in the river water.

Shen Qiu floated in the water for a while, then poked his head out, he looked to the shore, among the rapidly spreading poisonous smoke, several masters joined forces, with Ren Hao as the center, gathered the true qi in one place, and scattered the poisonous smoke everywhere.

The old monk of Yuanwu waved the dragon, and the true qi of the Buddhist family gathered and twisted, like the true qi rolled up, like a tornado, rolling up all the smoke and pushing them into the air.

The mustard monk was beside Yuanwu, he raised his hands, and the strange dragon binding skill also left no room for it, and the flowing wind shield unfolded, protecting everyone who was poisoned within three zhang of his body.

When the scattered poisonous smoke spread, there were corpses scattered on the ground.

And in the dead silence of the corpse, there stood an old man in black, who was touching the deadly black fan in his hand, and the night was full of glass.

This scene gave Shen Qiu in the water an extremely strong sense of déjà vu.

Time and space seemed to be chaotic at this moment.

Shen Qiu seemed to have returned to his hometown, and saw the tragic situation after the explosion of human bombs in those chaotic areas, although there was no gunpowder, and there were no buildings full of holes.

But the howl of the wounded, the silence of the dead, the strong opposition between life and death.

Let the old man in black in the corpse and the images of the dehumanized thugs in Shen Qiu's memory overlap almost perfectly.

Demon Cult.

This is the real Demon Cultist.

Zhang Chu's viciousness, compared to this old man, is like a child's play.

"Ten thousand poisonous dog thieves!"

At Lin Yundong's feet, the three disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect were already dead, which made Lin Zhangmen's heart boil with anger, and he stepped forward with his sword, and the sharp sword wind swirled from the blade and stabbed straight at the poisonous old man in front of him.

But as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by Wuyang Zhenren behind him, and the remaining few people were also carried by Ren Hao and flew backwards.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

The alliance leader and the old monk Yuanwu shouted loudly to the panicked Jianghu people around them, telling them to withdraw further.

It's not that the decent are afraid.

But it's not over yet!

As the seniors of the rivers and lakes who had fought with the old man of Ten Thousand Poisons, they knew that the methods of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate were more than that.

"Heh, what is the Demon Sect?"

The venomous old man stood in the midst of the terrifying corpses in that place, he stood up straight, raised backwards, and the old man echoed in this hell on earth with a hint of sarcasm and coldness.

"I'll open your eyes today,"

He sneered, and the black fan in his hand collapsed.

The corpses that had fallen around seemed to come to life, and those twisted corpses trembled abnormally, Shen Qiu's heart was shocked, and he immediately reached out to cover Lin Huiyin's eyes in his arms.

Zhang Lan beside him also raised a folding fan to cover Lei Shiyin's eyes.

"Poof"

It seems that the sound of the water bladder breaking and the firecrackers igniting is sounding one by one.

The corpse on the ground exploded, carrying thousands of poisonous flesh and blood, and was thrown farther away in the explosion, like the trick of the Ten Thousand Poisonous Demon when he was dying, and died with the enemy.

The corpse was already covered with ten thousand poisonous old man's body, and this corpse exploded, blood and flesh splashed, and the scope of destruction was extended outward by another ten zhang.

When the poisonous blood landed, it splashed with a hissing sound, and when it fell on the people who couldn't dodge, it would leave a bloody and bloody burn and poisonous wound, and for a while, the already panicked crowd was even more panicked.

There was also a scream of a ghost crying wolf.

The ground, the ground has been completely covered with all kinds of disgusting flesh and blood residues, just like the Huangquan Underworld, which is truly projected on the world at this moment.

Hell exists.

It is located on the south bank of today's Quarry Rock.

"If you fight against us in the future, keep an eye on yourself. It's too late to run away now! ”

The old man of ten thousand poisons dropped a word to the decent people, and then flew up in the flesh and blood of the explosion, unhurried, and when he crossed a few zhang and fell into Jiangxin Island, a group of soldiers of the Southern Dynasty, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

The scene just now hit the heart directly, and it had already imprinted fear on these ordinary soldiers.

As soon as Ren Hao, whose face was as cold as iron, took a step, he saw the black fan in Tashi Tsering's hand open again, and the strange poisonous smoke wrapped around the finger folding fan, faintly facing the thousands of soldiers in front of him.

"One step further, these soldiers will die."

The hoarse voice of the ten thousand poisons sounded on the river, and he said to the martial arts masters behind him without looking back:

"The old man can't wait, but before he dies, it is easy to take away nearly a thousand souls. Decent heroes, the life and death of these thousands of people are just a thought of you.

The old man doesn't care about the things you care about in the right way. ”

His voice grew deeper.

"When the sect leader was here, the old man tied his hands and fought against you, and now that the sect leader is gone, the old man can also fight happily. Tell Feng Yafu that his battle post, the old man accepted it.

At this time, it is the decisive battle between this generation of Ten Thousand Poisons and the King of Medicine!

If he doesn't come, the next time the old man makes a move, he will slaughter the southern army! ”

Ren Hao's fists snapped into the joints.

There was no trace of kindness in his eyes, and in the face of the poison that threatened the lives of his soldiers, the alliance leader looked back at the hell-like riverbank on earth, and the people in the rivers and lakes who were full of fear in their eyes.

He stepped forward and snapped:

"Let's go, I'll let you go today.

Go back and bring a word to be happy, Yang Tao, when the north and south are in a decisive battle, it is the time of the decisive battle between good and evil. Never die! ”

"Never die!"

Wuyang Zhenren and Lin Yundong also stepped forward and shouted loudly, and there were also red-eyed Jianghu people in the crowd who echoed the voice, and even the old monk Yuanwu, who didn't like to kill, also clasped the dragon in his hand.

Fear is a very useful weapon for cowards.

However, the tragic slaughter could not frighten everyone, it could only arouse courage and fighting spirit, arouse the common hatred of the enemy, and bring both sides to death.

When the two sides confronted each other, Shen Qiu walked back to the shore from the water.

He didn't care about the old man leaving, but stood in front of the bones that burst into the ground, he stretched out his hand, and from the flesh and blood, he twisted a bone finger, wrapped in cold air, and let it freeze in the palm of his hand with the flesh and blood.

Shen Qiu was half-kneeling there, his eyes closed, his head down, his fingers clasped tightly on the blood-stained phalanges.

"Never die..."

He whispered.

On the side of Wan Poison, when they returned to the north shore, no one came to greet them, and these soldiers of the Northern Dynasty seemed to be afraid of the ferocity of the demon in front of them.

But Tashi Tsering didn't care, he walked into a forest near the camp tent, which was where he practiced poison, and after walking a few steps in the forest, Wan Poison suddenly stopped walking and moved three points to the left.

As the poison gas dissipated, as if a yaksha were running rampant, he glanced at the pierced wound on his left arm and looked back.

In the rising poisonous mist, a black sword flew out of the shadow and stabbed at him.

After the black sword, under the mask of the mountain ghost, those eyes were full of murderous intent.

He won't say he won't die.

Rather than words, mountain ghosts prefer to express their hearts with actions.