Chapter 42 Fighting the Black Bird
CHAPTER XLII
The turquoise eyes of the Eight Desolation Scorpions were sharp for a moment, and the six feet moved quickly, and they walked towards the black bird, which was very sensitive.
Seeing the trend of the Eight Desolation Scorpions, the black bird did not immediately attack, because it knew that the Eight Desolation Scorpions were a poisonous demon beast, so the black bird took a dodge method and dodged to the side in a row, keeping a distance from the Eight Desolation Scorpions.
Although the Eight Desolation Scorpions continued to move forward, they always only used intimidation methods to make the Black Bird retreat step by step, and did not use poison to attack the Black Bird head-on, I don't know what the Eight Desolation Scorpions were thinking.
The posture of the Eight Desolation Scorpions is only the size of the claws of the black bird in front of the black bird, but it leads the black bird to only defend and not attack, which makes people laugh.
Raven β
The black bird let out a cry, spread its wings, and suddenly launched an attack on the Eight Desolation Scorpions with its claws, which frightened Qi Ling.
Flutter β
The black bird swooped at the eight desolate scorpions with its wings, and the feathers fell from time to time, but it always took the eight desolate scorpions, the eight desolate scorpions were small and agile, and they could drill into the gaps in the wings of the black birds to dodge, and the black bird's offensive was no matter how fierce it was, and it couldn't catch half a point of the eight desolate scorpions.
The two were entangled with each other, and after a while, there was a new progress, when the Eight Desolation Scorpions dodged behind the black bird, the two claws immediately clamped the black bird's wings, and with the help of the shaking of the black bird's wings in the next moment, they crossed over to the black bird's body, this move was beyond the expectations of Qi Ling and Feng Cefang.
Zha β
After the Eight Desolation Scorpions got on the body of the black bird, they did not hesitate to cross to the black bird's head, cocked their tails and pierced the poisonous needle into the black bird's skull.
First of all, no matter how long it took for the poison of the Eight Desolation Scorpions to take effect, just this one, the pain could not be helped, and the black bird hurriedly shook his head and flapped his wings, wanting to throw off the Eight Desolation Scorpions.
Where does the small figure of the Eight Desolation Scorpion have the strength to maintain on the head of the black bird, only two strokes, the Eight Desolate Scorpion fell, and the Eight Desolate Scorpion that landed on the ground hurriedly got up, and ran towards Qi Ling, like a child who made a mistake, climbed onto Qi Ling's shoulder, and quietly watched the black bird's movements at this time.
The black bird threw off the Eight Desolation Scorpions, put away his wings, and looked at the Feng Ce Feast in a daze, looking a little sluggish.
Qi Ling and Feng Cefang both knew that the black bird had been poisoned by the Eight Desolation Scorpions, but the poisonous effect had not yet occurred, and they were all waiting for the black bird's reaction after that.
...
Raven β
Time was about to come to a pillar of incense, the black bird suddenly made a call, kept calling, and then saw the black bird keep shaking its head, and kept flapping the ground with its wings, and gradually the cry was mixed with misery, as if calling for help.
β... Little scorpion, go to detoxify. β
Qi Ling looked at the black bird in such pain, his face couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, Qi Ling couldn't stand it, and communicated with the Eight Desolation Scorpions to detoxify.
"No need, the poison is already flowing all over the body, it's too late. β
Feng Cexiao saw Qi Ling's actions and immediately stopped it.
Hearing this, Qi Ling looked at Feng Cefang, and was full of doubts, he was initially used to poison, and he couldn't grasp the time of poisoning, even if he couldn't grasp the time of poisoning, Feng Cefeng obviously knew how much time it would take for the Eight Desolate Scorpions to flow through the black bird's body, but he didn't stop it in time, his purpose was obvious, either to take the venom of the Eight Desolate Scorpions or to kill the black bird.
Although Qi Ling guessed some of the purposes of the wind and feast, he didn't dare to act rashly, after all, the place he was in was helpless, so it was better not to mess around.
In this way, the black bird's struggle was intense, and the speed of the poisonous flow through the whole body also increased, and soon, the black bird's limbs showed signs of stiffness, and began to lose the power to flutter, and gradually began to convulse, and after the eyes were closed, death came.
"Wind Sect Master, this is too cruel. β
"Cruel?... You pity the world, who will pity you, after all, you have too little experience. β
"Wind Sect Master, does this kind of training have to be done every day?"
"That's right, I have to check your Eight Desolation Scorpion's toxicity growth rate every day before I can plan your future training. β
Qi Ling saw the cold corpse of the black bird and tried to pray for the training of the wind feast to be merciful, but he was directly attacked by the wind feast, and Qi Ling lowered his head and was at a loss.
"The poison of the Eight Desolation Scorpions is indeed much stronger than the day you first came, add more poison refining, okay, let's stop here today, you go back first." β
Feng Cefang walked in front of the black bird, stared at it, and said something casually, and let Qi Ling retreat.
Hearing this, Qi Ling nodded lightly, turned around and left, after Qi Ling left completely, Feng Cefang did not hesitate to start raising poison, the poison of the Eight Desolation Scorpions was always his purpose.
Feng Cefang took out the previous iron container and a dagger from the wooden cabinet behind him, and returned to the black bird.
Whoop β
Feng Ceyu took out the dagger, stared at the head of the black bird, and then aimed the knife at the head of the black bird, and used a force to directly cut the head of the black bird, and in an instant, the brain blood surged, staining the ground red.
There is darkness in the red blood, which is the change that occurs after the poisonous effect of the Eight Desolation Scorpions takes effect, which means that the venom of the Eight Desolation Scorpions is no longer pure at this time.
Feng Cefang stared at the reaction in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and the exhaled breath was full of anger, but after all, he got up again and walked to the cabinet behind him, took out dozens of silver long needles from it, returned to the black bird and began to flip the black bird's body, as if looking for something in the black bird.
After flipping for a while, Feng Cefeng pierced the long needles into the head, body, wings, and claws of the black bird, and the number of long needles pierced into the body of the black bird was the majority, more than twenty in number.
Looking at the wind and feast, this kind of action that is slightly like acupuncture and moxibustion is actually "sealing the pulse".
The silver needle has no actual name, and the only feature is that it is only longer than an ordinary needle, but the needle used has many unique needle application techniques, and the effect of this needle is played to make all poisons jealous and coveted.
The most basic effect of this needle is to seal the blood veins, so that the blood flow rate is faster and slower or stopped, this acupuncture method is called "sealing the pulse", and the most special is the "detached" acupuncture.
The special feature of this needle method is that the long needle is pierced into the blood veins, and the layout of the needle will be connected to the initial end and the terminal needle according to the technique of the needle applicator, and it is carried out in the body, and a needle drives all the needles and penetrates directly, and the effect is to lead the poison in the body of the addict to the needle, bring it out of the body, and separate and end the poison of the whole person from the human body, so that the addict loses the most basic ability to transport drugs.
This needle is only for poison, and it does not have much effect on practitioners of other natures, which has become one of the nightmares of poison practitioners, without poison, they cannot cultivate their own aura, and they have become people who can only use aura, but cannot control any nature of aura, compared with ordinary people, there is no difference at all.
The blood veins of the black bird's whole body are sealed by silver needles, which can prevent the poison of the Eight Desolation Scorpions from continuing to spread to other organs of the black bird, so as to ensure the purity of the Eight Desolation Scorpion venom.
Woohoo β
The wind feast technique is skillful, and the aura quickly draws out the bloodlines of the black bird's body, and the moment the two-colored bloodlines are slowly brought out, the wind strategy feast separates the two veins, and pulls the pure bloodline of the Eight Desolation Scorpions, which is not only more than a finger long, into the iron container.
When everything was over, Feng Cefang took the iron container, and his eyes focused on the eight desolation scorpion venom that had grown but seemed to have not risen in the container, and instantly angered Feng Cefang's temper, he punched the ground fiercely, and the eight desolation scorpion venom that he had worked hard to collect for several days was just a little, he was really impatient.
β... Come on, throw this corpse away!"
Feng Cexiao exhaled angrily, stood up suddenly, and yelled at the door, the green tendons on his forehead and neck loomed, and his face was extremely fierce.
The two soldiers who heard the call didn't dare to squeak when they looked at Feng Cefang's face, and quickly dragged the black bird's body out and closed the door.
β... It's just a stone's throw away, but it's out of reach, why?!"
Feng Cefang slowly walked to the window, looked at the clouds floating by, and couldn't help but scold, if it weren't for the blessing of the blood year, Feng Cefeng really wanted to directly kill Qi Ling on the spot, and directly took the Eight Desolation Scorpions, what he didn't have, others didn't want to have.
After that, Feng Cefang still arranged the same training for Qi Ling as the poison applied to the black bird, which lasted for a few days, Qi Ling's ability to transport poison increased, but the venom of the Eight Desolation Scorpions in the iron container of the Feng Cefeng Feast was still only a bit of addition, and Feng Cefeng was no longer impatient to wait, and he was about to implement the next plan.
γNoon, inside the Gateγ
"Lord Blood Age, Qi Ling is meticulous, his Eight Desolation Scorpions are even more stubborn, not close to the living, rely on me to collect the venom of the Eight Desolation Scorpions to come to the Heavenly Poison Gate, I am afraid that the time will be too long, it is not easy, I still recommend that the Lord order Qi Ling to be expelled from the Black Emperor Sect, so as not to leak the secrets of the sect. β
Feng Cefang couldn't stand Qi Ling's appearance of learning for nothing in his own teaching, and a few days later, Feng Cefeng came to talk to Xuesui, and his tone was firm.
"Do you think that expelling him can be decided so casually, before he breaks off the relationship with Chu Jie, I'm afraid he can't be expelled, and he has eight desolate scorpions, this is a big treasure, and the opportunity cannot be missed. β
"My lord, you don't have to keep your eyes on Qi Ling, the Eight Desolation Scorpions, the Night Forest is the gathering place of the Eight Desolation Scorpions, there will always be a law. β
"You've been saying this for a long time, how long will I have to wait?"
Feng Ce's feast said that it was the law, and the blood year was dissatisfied.
"Presumably, Chu Jie must have explained something to Qi Ling that he was so cautious, since he doesn't eat the soft one, you can give him the hard one and see how long he can last, anyway, there is always an accident in refining poison, right." β
"Leaving the veins?"
[To be continued....]