"They...... It's good to be alive......"

Black Eagle lay limply on the ground, a smile seemed to appear in his hollow eyes.

"But they still need you, you can't give up yet, do you want your child to be born without a mother?"

Wang Mu saw that the black eagle's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't help but start to get anxious.

"Can I still live......

Black Hawk closed his eyes, as if sensing that his death was approaching, and wanted to face it calmly.

"Of course you're not going to die!

Although Wang Mu's voice was small, it was full of a sense of certainty, which made Black Eagle believe him and open his mouth with the last bit of strength.

She smelled an unusual smell of flesh, and then a cramping pain in her abdomen, as if a knife had stirred in her abdomen, and it had taken on life, stirring from her stomach to her throat, and then from her throat to her mouth.

She felt her body jerk and fainted.

I saw a cyan knife hanging in front of the black eagle, and a small piece of flesh was inserted in the tip of the knife, and a black beetle was squatting on the flesh and was gnawing hard.

This flesh is the flesh and blood on Wang Mu's body, the flesh and blood of the dragon clan full of poison is a great tonic for these poisonous insects, how can the body of the black eagle that has lost most of its vitality be compared to him?

But it didn't realize that this was his death!

Wang Mu in the cage pinched his hand, and the Demon Breaking Flying Knife, which had been stopped in the air, began to move slowly, and it floated into his cage after a while.

Wang Mu looked at the black beetle in front of him that was still eating his flesh and blood, stretched out his hand and caught it, and swallowed it in one bite.

"Ding! add 2000 devouring points!"

The cold system prompt sounded again, prompting the potency of the poisonous insect this time.

But this time there was no blood devouring, which made Wang Mu a little disappointed.

But fortunately, there are still many demon beasts in these cages, and if there is a poisonous insect in each demon beast, sooner or later there will be blood devouring.

He gritted his teeth and cut off another piece of flesh from his body, intending to repeat his old trick to catch out the poisonous insects on the body of the demon beast.

It's just that before Wang Mu could send the Demon Breaking Flying Knife far, he heard faint footsteps, how could he quickly retract the flying knife to his body, hiding a small piece of flesh and blood on the tip of the knife under his feet.

I saw a leg poking out from behind the tree, it was Ren Dashui who had reported to Leng Lao before, it was still a black robe, and it was the cuffs that were cut by something, and a few long cracks were scraped out.

"Ren Yan's kid, he should have instigated him to report the news, I thought I could please the cold old man, but I didn't expect to be sent to work as a coolie to help open the way in the forest......"

He looked at the empty cage, sighed, and continued.

"At this time, Ren Yan has already followed Leng Lao to learn poison arts......

He walked to the side of the cage and sat down against the tree, completely oblivious to the fact that a meter away from him, there was a clearing covered with dead grass, where Ren Yan had already been turned into pus.

"Well, when will I get ahead......"

Ren Dashui complained, took out a yellowed scroll from the ring, and began to study hard.

Boom!

The black panther standing in the cage in the distance finally couldn't support his body and collapsed, gasping for breath.

"Waste ......"

Ren Dashui raised his head and cursed, then lowered his head and continued to delve into the mysteries of the ancient scroll.

Seeing that this black-robed man saw the guard's affairs so easily, Wang Mu no longer pretended, he no longer stared at him with dead fish-like eyes, but released his emotions, vaguely revealing a bit of murderous intent.

Time waits for no one, and if he continues to do nothing, he doesn't know when he'll escape from this place.

So he carefully slit his palm and sprinkled the blood on the blade of the Demon Breaker Flying Knife to quench the poison for him.

Don't look at the Demon Piercing Flying Knife is already a high-grade magic weapon at the Xuan level, but he is not completely immune to the toxins in Wang Mu's blood, and the surface is corroded and emits faint black smoke, which makes Wang Mu worry.

But fortunately, the Demon Breaking Flying Knife only emitted some black smoke at the beginning, and soon there was no change, so it should no longer be afraid of venom erosion.

Wang Mu's eyes were like a distance, and his right hand tightly held the Demon Breaking Flying Knife, quietly injecting a large amount of demon yuan into it.

I don't know if it's Wang Mu's illusion, he always feels that the poison master in front of him who is concentrating on reading a book glances at him.

But how can the arrow not be released? Now Wang Mu is just waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, Ren Yan finished reading a page, so he planned to put his finger to his mouth and turn the page with spit, just at the moment when his finger was just placed on his lips, Wang Mu moved.

He released the green knife shadow that had been swirling in the palm of his hand, turning into a streamer of light and rushing towards Ren Yan's neck, as if he was planning to cut his trachea at once, causing him to die instantly.

"Just animals, dare to attack Lord Ben?"

Ren Yan snorted coldly, his hands were wrapped with earthy yellow vitality, and he grabbed the Demon Breaking Flying Knife in his hand, which shook the blade and buzzed.

"Little lizard, do you think you can hurt me with your early Jindan cultivation?"

Ren Yan strode towards Wang Mu, and the cultivation on his body was rising steadily, and after a while, he reached the peak of the Jiedan, the half-step Yuanying.

Wang Mu frowned slightly, as if he was a little surprised, but he was not panicked, it seemed that the matter was not out of his control, and it was still a sure victory.

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

The demonic aura on his body was agitated, and he soon turned into a human form, and Ren Yan saw that there was a hint of a smile on his face, which made his heart tremble a little for a while.

But he is still a master at the peak of Jindan, even if he is a poisoner, it is not something that a dragon in the early stage of Jindan can fight, or it is precisely because he is a poisoner that this dragon should not fight against him.

Thinking of this, a grim smile appeared on his face again, and he casually threw away the flying knife he was holding in his hand, and he took out a small glass bottle, which was full of black powder when he opened it.

"For your sake, I won't kill you, but I'll definitely make you unforgettable......"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold nose, reached out and touched the blood on his hand, and couldn't help but be shocked, and took out a snow-white pill from his arms and took it into his body.

Looking at the small inconspicuous opening in the palm of his left hand, and feeling the dissipation of the toxins in his body, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he said.

"Yes, it's really unexpected that I can be poisoned as a poisoner, but this level can't kill me, continue to work hard next time?"

"Why next time?"

Wang Mu laughed, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of white thick phlegm, which caused Ren Dashui to feel nauseous, so he took a step back and avoided it.

"Stinky boy, I really don't know how to write dead words, I'll make your life worse than death!"

Ren Dashui was really angry, he was respected as a poisoner, when had he ever been treated like this? Except for Leng Lao and Leng Yu, who was not polite when he saw him? Where did he ever think of being spat on by a dragon?

So he took out another vial of cyan poison, trying to completely dissolve the flesh and blood on his body, so that he could remember this lesson for the rest of his life.

But before he could get to the cage, he realized that something was wrong.

"Why is my body so heavy?"

Ren Dashui knelt on the ground and kept panting, the bottle in his hand had already been thrown to the ground, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his lips were already red and purple.

"I said I wouldn't have to wait until next time. ”

Wang Mu put his hands behind his back, and the miserable green demon pupils staring at him shrank for a while, like a cold poisonous snake.

As if sensing that Wang Mu was not looking at him, Ren Dashui turned his head to look at his shoulder, where there was a white and fat worm biting on it.

Seeing the seven golden rings on it like eyes, Ren Dashui's heart was like ashes, he wanted to curse Wang Mu's insidiousness, but found that he was speechless, so he could only stare at Wang Mu fiercely with his eyes, carve his appearance into his soul, and then sue him when he arrived at the Hades Palace.

Ren Dashui quickly turned into pus and blood, and the seven-eyed snow silkworm had no interest in him, and now he was struggling to move his fat body and crawl towards the cage.

Wang Mu stretched out his hand to grab him, tapped his fat body with his hand, and said casually.

"What's the name for you?"

"How is Mu Qi?"