There are twelve hours in a day, and eighty-one hours are nearly seven days.

In the past seven days, the entire Li Huang has fallen into a strange atmosphere.

Almost all the monks came to the sky above the Nine Great Tribes' Punishment Department one after another, and countless figures covered the sun and the moon.

Every day that passed, people's hearts would tense a little, for fear that Yi Xiaoyao, who was staring at them, would suddenly die and waste their time waiting.

Most people began to have a faint expectation that Yi Xiaoyao would be able to persevere and create new miracles.

But there are also many people who are faintly worried that if Yi Xiaoyao really succeeds, it will not be a good thing for them.

Time flows slowly through these countless thoughts and countless eyes.

Day 4.

Easy to escape, still alive!

And everyone found that the pain on Yi Xiaoyao's face has become less and less in the past few days.

Even on this day, there was no pain on his face.

This point, but it is a unique thing, the eighty-one absolute poison in the body, shouldn't it be more and more painful?

Even the Poison Dao genius who possessed the body of doom back then couldn't avoid this, and even, the genius of the body of doom was tortured to death by pain in the end!

"Already, completely adapted......"

Yi Xiaoyao, who was sitting under the gaze of 10,000 people, suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and his eyes were shining.

As he said, his physical body has fully adapted to the eighty-one absolute poison, and King Kong is not bad under the highly poisonous tempering, and has reached a new height!

"Look! He stood up! ”

In the crowd, someone exclaimed, and everyone saw Yi Xiaoyao stand up from the spot, look up in surprise at the dense crowd above and around him, then shake his head and smile, and walk towards the crowd on one side.

Suddenly, the faces of the crowd on that side all changed dramatically and retreated and dispersed, as if they had seen some monster.

Only a beautiful shadow was still standing there, looking at Yi Xiaoyao who was walking towards him with bright eyes.

Yi Xiaoyao also noticed everyone's reaction, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and his steps towards Yun Mengling were decided.

"Yes, although I can adapt to the eighty-one absolute poison, the toxicity in my body is still there!"

Yi Xiaoyao frowned and said secretly, this is also the reason why everyone will avoid him, because he is now a source of poison, I am afraid that whoever he touches will die!

In this way, won't he be able to contact anyone again in the future?

Looking at Yun Mengling in front of him, Yi Xiaoyao's heart suddenly burst out, if this is the case, it will be unacceptable torture for him.

But then, Yi Xiaoyao seemed to have thought of something as if he had suddenly realized, and then asked Yun Mengling, "Ling'er, wait for me." ”

With that, he turned back to his original position and sat down cross-legged again.

Seeing this scene, everyone showed strange looks.

"What the hell is this guy doing?"

"He should have discovered that he has become the carrier of the eighty-one poison, even if he can live, he will be completely isolated by the world from now on!"

Some people shook their heads with great palpitations and said, this death test, no matter what the outcome is, the price is not acceptable to anyone.

"Wait! He seems to be cultivating? ”

Immediately afterwards, someone exclaimed, because they found that after Yi Xiaoyao sat down this time, a large amount of spiritual energy around him suddenly surged towards his body.

"Cultivation? What's the use of cultivating now? ”

"It should be that it can no longer suppress the toxicity in the body, so I want to improve my cultivation and enhance the power of suppression."

Everyone speculated, their eyes still staring at Yi Xiaoyao.

As they could see, Yi Xiaoyao was indeed cultivating at this time, but it was not as they thought, in order to improve his cultivation.

Streams of majestic aura poured into Yi Xiaoyao's body, and at the same time, with the poison on his body, they rushed into the meridians, poured into the dantian, and began to condense.

"Such an extreme poison, for others, may be a burden to torture a lifetime, but for me, it is simply a godsend, how could I almost forget this, and destroy the heavens?"

Yi Xiaoyao secretly blamed himself in his heart, and at the same time he was extremely happy.

Just now he found that he could no longer touch Yun Mengling, so he began to worry about how to get rid of the poison on his body, but he thought of a good way to get the best of both worlds.

"Nine Transformation Infant Formula, Fourth Turn!"

With a silent thought, Yi Xiaoyao began to operate the Nine Transformation Infant Recipe that Cang Tianxing had given him at the beginning, and he was planning to borrow these eighty-one extreme poisons to condense a new Yuan Infant!

This is the best of both worlds that Yi Xiaoyao thought of - condensing the fourth poisonous baby!

Once successful, then he will be able to perfectly control the poison on his body, restrain it freely, and use it for his own use!

When the time comes, Yi Xiaoyao can not only turn back into a normal person, but also greatly improve his strength.

The general poison may not be enough to support Yi Xiaoyao to condense enough high-quality Yuan Infants, but these eighty-one absolute poisons, each of which is an incurable poison of Li Huang, and the Yuan Babies condensed from this will definitely be the perfect poisonous babies that even the previous Emperor Li may not have!

With this in mind, Yi Xiaoyao's motivation increased greatly, and a layer of devouring spiritual power was born on the surface of his body, and he began to devour the surrounding spiritual energy unscrupulously.

Buzz Buzz......

Under such devouring, the aura between the entire heaven and earth was mobilized, and it mobilized the hearts of everyone present in shock.

Even some people with a slightly lower cultivation level were shocked to find that the spiritual power in their bodies was forcibly seized by an arrogant force, surging towards Yi Xiaoyao, who had turned into a black hole.

"This ......"

The nine great patriarchs who had been sitting there all this time finally couldn't control their expressions at this moment, and looked at each other in shock.

Because even they had never seen or even heard of such a strange thing!

"There is such a demonic character in Qinghuang, I'm afraid it will rise again in the future......"

By now, the nine great patriarchs no longer thought about whether Yi Xiaoyao could survive, but thought of the prospect of Qinghuang rising because of Yi Xiaoyao in the future.

At the same time, the poisonous dove's face became more and more gloomy, and he was thinking that if Yi Xiaoyao really succeeded, then he would not be able to obtain the ten thousand poisonous insect souls in Xuan Mo's body, which was not the result he wanted to see!

However, as time went on, the poison dove found that the results he didn't want to see seemed to be really about to appear.

Day 7!

Yi Yaoyao still did not die due to the eighty-one poison.

Even, everyone saw with their own eyes that the ink color on Yi Xiaoyao's body due to the poison was gradually fading, and until today, it has completely disappeared.

Airplanes!

A strange fluctuation spread out from Yi Xiaoyao's body, as if it had broken through cultivation, but everyone found that Yi Xiaoyao was still in the Nine Realms of Yin and Yang.

How would they know that at this time, Yi Xiaoyao had already condensed the fourth Yuan Infant in his body!

This brand-new primordial baby, unlike the other three primordial babies, has a strange inky color, and its attributes are...... Highly toxic!

At the same time as this fluctuation dispersed, Yi Xiaoyao opened his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth showed an unconcealed smile.

I saw him get up slowly, raised his hand to control the cloud of ink-colored spiritual power in his palm, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Eighty-one hours, it's almost there, right?"

Immediately afterwards, Yi Xiaoyao looked at the nine great patriarchs who sat up in shock, and said with a faint smile: "The so-called death test seems to be nothing more than that. ”

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(End of chapter)