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Wu Fatian's triangular eyes burst out with a trace of viciousness, and he secretly sneered in his heart: How dare you look down on me?

He opened the gourd, raised his hand, and a green smoke swayed towards Ye Cuo.

The smoke filled the air, and where it passed, the next few people from the thirteenth hall were standing.

As soon as the green smoke passed, those people screamed and fell to death.

On top of their bodies, the muscles quickly withered, as if they had been dehydrated by the heat, and turned into a dried corpse.

The air was filled with the stench of dead fish and rotten shrimp.

The rest of the thirteen halls, smelling this smell, felt dizzy.

Everyone's faces changed, and they didn't dare to stay here anymore, and countless people hula fled from the hole in the wall that had been knocked down before.

Ye Cuo sneered and didn't chase after him.

Since he didn't intend to let these people go, of course he wasn't afraid of them running away.

The green smoke permeated Ye Cuo's eyes, and under the control of Wu Fatian's internal force, it was like a nimble little green snake, winding towards Ye Cuo.

Ye Cuo raised his hand, and a small storm formed in front of him, blowing towards the little snake of green smoke.

But Wu Fatian smiled slightly and said, "Innocent!"

The small storm encountered the little snake of the green mist, but it failed to blow away the smoke.

I don't know what this green mist is, it looks extremely sticky, and when it is condensed, it is tougher than a rope.

Ye Cuo was swept away by the green smoke, leaving a green mark on his body.

In an instant, the clothes on his body directly rotted into a trace, and the golden scales on his body were also stained with a layer of green marks.

"It's so poisonous!" Ye Cuo was shocked.

But Wu Fatian's heart was even more shocked.

"How is it possible?" Wu Fatian, the poison in this gourd, was refined by him in the deep mountains of Miaojiang with miasma and hundreds of poisons for ten years.

The gourds are all special, otherwise they will be corroded.

Ordinary Heavenly List masters can't bear this green mist poison at all, even if it is a grandmaster, once it is contaminated, it will be a big trouble.

But at this time, Ye Cuo just frowned and glanced at it, and he didn't react much, which made his heart sink secretly.

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to have a treasure to avoid drugs, and I'm more interested in you. His eyes flashed with greed, but he didn't know that Ye Cuo already had the bone marrow of a true dragon, and his blood had turned golden.

The current Ye Cuo is already half a dragon body, and these poisons on the earth have no effect on him at all.

Even if Ye Cuo swallowed these green mists, he would not die, but could digest these green mist and be absorbed by his body.

Wu Fatian smiled faintly, put away the little green mist gourd, but took a small gourd from his waist again: "Don't be afraid of my green pothos net, then taste the taste of my netherworld!"

As he spoke, he uncovered the small gourd, and for a moment, Ye Cuo only felt that his eyes were dark, and a feeling of extreme coldness penetrated through the bone marrow.

From his small black gourd, a large pile of black stuff was poured out.

This thing was extremely strange, it looked like a burning liquid, constantly beating black flames, but after pouring it out, the temperature within a radius of tens of meters suddenly dropped.

Wu Fatian grabbed it with one hand, and a large piece of black liquid formed a wave, but above this wave, a black flame burned again.

"I am a half-step grandmaster, but I once killed a grandmaster, and if you can die under my nether fire, you can also be regarded as your glory. There was a hint of pride on Wu Fatian's face.

The black liquid flames tumbled like waves thousands of feet high, and everywhere they went, even the walls began to melt.

The black flame would burn until everything was burned to ashes as long as it was stained.

But the strange thing is that the more it burns, the colder it becomes, as if the flame only absorbs heat and does not release heat.

By this time, Wu Fatian had no regard for anyone's life or death.

He was like a master of the tide, stirring up black flames that engulfed everything around him.

The gunners who were bleeding from the seven orifices that Ye Cuo roared at before were still rolling on the ground and not dying.

Black liquid flames permeated the past, engulfing all the people, who let out a terrible howl and ran like madness.

But the flames on their bodies instantly made them a fire man, and they didn't run far before they fell to the ground, and then gradually lost their breath.

Only a humanoid black ash remained on the ground.

The black wave arrived in front of Ye Cuo in an instant, like a roaring giant beast.

Ye Cuo looked up at the sky, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the golden scales covered his whole body in an instant.

"Broken!"

Punch out!

A golden dragon burst out of its fists, baring its teeth and claws, and soaring into the sky.

Bang!

The black wave, broken by the golden dragon, was shattered.

But the corners of Wu Fatian's mouth evoked a smile.

Those black liquid flames lost his control, and instantly turned into a large black rain of fire, splitting his head and covering his face.

Ye was wrong below, there was no way to avoid it, and he was drenched all over.

The surface of his body caught fire in an instant, and his clothes turned directly into ashes.

"Haha, boy, you didn't expect it, I deliberately let you squeeze my Netherfire fire, otherwise, how could I burn you so thoroughly? This Netherfire is almost nothing, I want to see if your poison-avoiding treasure can resist the Netherfire of my thirty years of penance!"

Ye Cuo stood in place, his whole body was on fire, and it became a huge fireball,

"Don't you think, your nonsense is too much?" the air was cold, and Ye Cuo's voice was even colder.

"Not dead yet?" Wu Fatian's face changed.

Ye Cuo laughed wildly, opened his mouth and inhaled, and the black flames all over his body were sucked into his mouth like smoke.

"It tastes good!" Ye Cuo licked his lips.

"How is that possible?" Wu Fatian almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

"You made it to you just now, now it's time to taste me!" Ye Cuo said, opened his mouth, and spit out violently, and a black fire snake, from his mouth, seemed to be alive, winding towards Wu Fatian.

"No! impossible!" Wu Fatian's face was frightened, and he quickly retreated.

But the black flames had stained one of his sleeves.

For a moment, the flames filled the air.

Wu Fatian roared in horror, and his other hand couldn't extinguish the black flame even a few times, but it spread across his arm.

Wu Fatianden felt that his left arm seemed to be frozen by cold ice and completely lost consciousness.

He screamed, pulled a small dagger from his waist, and slashed off his left arm.

In the next second, the left arm that fell to the ground turned into ashes.

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