Chapter 27: The Return of All Poisons

The white-haired old man pressed his hands on the table and stood up suddenly, he looked at the big golden package, and said vigorously, "Yes...... ......" he said as he unwrapped the package on the table. Looking at it like that, he really can't wait!

The glittering package was finally opened, but the white-haired old man was stunned for a moment. The big package that looked bulging on the outside was empty inside.

The white-haired old man was about to ask what was going on, but suddenly a wisp of reddish smoke rose from the empty package. The smoke burrowed into the white-haired old man's nostrils at lightning speed. The white-haired old man was taken aback, and his figure fell back several feet. His full head of white hair was disheveled, completely obscuring his blurred face. He knew that he had been poisoned, and that he had been poisoned by an extremely domineering poison -- Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect! Although there was no cure for the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect, with the cultivation of the white-haired old man, he could still force the poison out of his body. If he tried to escape from here, no one here could stop him. He can fly in the sky, he can "teleport" on the ground, and as a primary divine beast, he can reach three miles with one teleportation. If a divine beast really wanted to escape, few people would be able to stop him. The white-haired old man knew that the safest way was to flee immediately, but he didn't, although he cultivated into a human form, he still had the stubbornness and willfulness of the leopard beast in his bones, and in his mind, "escape" was a synonym for incomparably shameful. He has only escaped once in his life, and that is for his adopted son, Zhao Meixue, the founding emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. At that time, he didn't want to argue with that class of ministers, he knew his temper, and he was afraid that he couldn't help but make a move. Although the ministers were quite unreasonable, they were Zhao Meixue's courtiers after all, and the Great Zhao Empire could not do without them. This time, he is facing a villain who is treacherous and secretly harming people, how can he let him go easily, even if he dies together, he will not hesitate to do it.

Xin Sanhu laughed: "Soldiers are not tired of cheating, you beast head, how can you compare with me?"

The white-haired old man didn't speak, and now it was useless to say anything, the only thing he had to do was to kill this Xin Sanhu, and then find a safe place to force out the poison in his body. The soldier is very fast, and he has to do it all in the shortest possible time. He had heard that the Ten Thousand Poisons returned to the sect was powerful, and if it was delayed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The white-haired old man had already launched an offensive desperately, although he had just entered the primary level of the Divine Beast, but if he launched an attack with all his might, it would be very terrifying.

Xin Sanhu didn't dodge, he stubbornly caught the oncoming palm. If he didn't take it, the palace would probably collapse. Xin Sanhu's slender palm, like a bird's claw, collided with the pale palm of the white-haired old man.

Zhao Xiaofeng's palms were clenched, he knew the spectacle and tragedy of this battle. But strangely, there was no roar of the earth cracking that day he imagined.

Xin Sanhu and the white-haired old man were standing quietly, their palms facing each other, as if two old friends who had known each other for many years were high-fives. But Zhao Xiaofeng knew that this was a life-and-death contest with his life.

Zhao Xiaofeng had already felt the tremendous pressure coming from the sky. He involuntarily took several steps backwards. Due to the increase in the Demon Sword Pool, Zhao Xiaofeng's current martial arts cultivation has reached the Middle Spirit Realm, although it is the early stage of the Middle Spirit Realm, he can also be regarded as a master. But in front of Xin Sanhu and the white-haired old man, he was still an insignificant small role. Han Bing's martial arts cultivation was in the late stage of the Middle Spirit Realm, although it was much higher than Zhao Xiaofeng, but he couldn't stand the huge pressure. Xiao Liu and Lao Ma's martial arts cultivation was still at the lowest level of the young spirit realm, they couldn't stand steadily, and they didn't know how many heels they fell, and their heads rolled out with blood.

The victory or defeat was about to be decided, because the white-haired old man's hands were already shaking, his whole body was trembling, and the white hair on his head was shaking like a wave.

Xin Sanhu suddenly spoke: "You and I could have fought three lilies, but unfortunately, you were hit by the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and returned to the sect." He sneered and continued: "The Ten Thousand Poisons I use are much more powerful than the legends, it is the latest formula, and it is specially used to deal with a big fool like you. ”

The white-haired old man trembled even more, and he found that he had made a big mistake - he underestimated this Ten Thousand Poisons Gui Sect too much! This Ten Thousand Poisons Gui Sect was not an ordinary domineering, he had cultivated to the primary level of the Divine Beast, and his martial arts cultivation was definitely comparable to the Holy Spirit Realm of human beings, but he didn't expect that with his own internal strength, he still couldn't suppress the toxicity of this Ten Thousand Poisons Gui Sect. If it was an ordinary poison, he could dissolve it in an instant. He never expected that the poison of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect would be so powerful. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he thought of death.

Xin Sanhu was already winning, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, his palm power increased three times.

The white-haired old man fell out on his back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Xin Sanhu didn't give the other party any respite, and the slender palm like a bird's claw stretched out violently, grabbing straight at the white-haired old man's chest. Five slender fingers violently popped out five long, sharp nails, stabbing at the white-haired old man's chest like five sharp knives. His other hand had sealed the white-haired old man's retreat.

Blood spurted wildly from the white-haired old man's mouth, and his blurred human face gradually turned into a leopard face, and in a few moments, he turned into a monster with a leopard head and a human body.

Xin Sanhu laughed: "It's a pity that you just had a little human appearance, and you were beaten back to your original form by Lao Tzu all of a sudden." I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity that someone paid a high price for your head. ”

The white-haired old man took several steps back and asked vaguely, "Who wants you to kill me?"

Xin Sanhu shook his head with a smile: "I'm a professional killer. Killers also have the rules of killers, how can they easily reveal the secrets of their customers?" He looked at the white-haired old man's violently trembling hands, and sighed long: "You and I have been friends for hundreds of years, although we are not old friends, but at least we are old acquaintances, and it is not a good feeling to kill you today." As he spoke, he wanted to shed a few tears, but unfortunately, there was not even a single tear.

The white-haired old man looked up to the sky and laughed: "Do you want my divine core?"

Xin Sanhu smiled and said: "I know that you call yourself a divine beast, but your actual cultivation is still on the dividing line between the spirit beast super and the primary level of the divine beast, and the divine core has just begun to take shape, and you can neither leave your body nor attack...... If you give me the Divine Core, I'll make an exception and not only tell you who is going to kill you, but also let you go...... What do you think?" he said, a pair of red eyes staring at the white-haired old man tightly.

The white-haired old man sighed and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth: "I can give you the divine core, but you have to tell me first, who wants you to kill me." ”

Xin Sanhu smiled: "This is easy, but I'm not sure if you have a divine core?"

The white-haired old man sneered: "Maybe you don't know that starting from the spirit beast, it can condense into a nucleus, the core of the spirit beast is called the spirit core, and the core of the divine beast is called the divine core." It's just that the core of the spirit beast can't leave the body, and once it leaves the body, it will be the end of the gas dispersion core. The core of the divine beast can not only be separated from the body, but also has the same attack power as the divine beast itself. As he spoke, he groped his chest with trembling hands, as if looking for something.

Xin Sanhu's red eyes were shining: "A divine core has an attack power equivalent to that of this divine beast." If he got the divine core of this leopard beast, what kind of situation would it be, if his attack power was superimposed with the attack power of the leopard beast, the power would ......" He couldn't imagine what kind of power it was, and he felt his blood rush when he thought about it.

The white-haired old man was already extremely weak, he felt that the "Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect" had burned all his internal organs, and now he didn't even have the strength to escape, and the only thing he wanted to do now was to blow himself up! Even if he died, he would not give the divine core to this despicable and shameless villain. He focused all his life's strength on this palm of his hand. He was ready for anything, his palm jerked away, and he slammed it into his chest with all his might.

Xin Sanhu was still immersed in that beautiful imagination, and he didn't even know what this white-haired old man was going to do.

The white-haired old man's palm slammed into his chest. If he succeeded in detonating himself, his strength would increase several times in an instant, and if that was the case, he would be able to kill Xin Sanhu as soon as he stretched out his hand! With this palm, he had accumulated all his strength. His purpose was not to kill, but to commit suicide. Because as soon as the divine core of the divine beast explodes and the original god is destroyed, it will never be destroyed, and with the cultivation of his primary divine beast, there will be no chance to resurrect again.

Zhao Xiaofeng wanted to rush over, but he couldn't move an inch. A tremendous force enveloped him, and he felt difficult to breathe. He felt that this tremendous pressure was not from the white-haired old man, nor from Xin Sanhu, but from the huge metal coffin. What's going on? Could it be that there is a supreme master hidden in the coffin?

The white-haired old man's palm slammed into his chest. But just as his palm was about to fall, all the strength he had gathered suddenly disappeared. He looked up in surprise and saw a cold face. There was not the slightest expression on this cold face, as if it was wearing a mask.

"Han Bing, is that you?" the white-haired old man looked at Han Bing in surprise, "Is that the person Xin Sanhu said is you?"

Han Bing sneered: "That's right! In order to kill you, I spent 500,000 gold coins!"

The white-haired old man looked at Han Bing in a daze, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh: "I only understand now that you invited me out of the mountain, not to let me serve the Great Zhao Empire, but to kill me." ”

Xin Sanhu walked over slowly, with a smug expression: "This is what we planned." ”