Du Wuxin, as a poison user, of course knows how terrible corpse poison is. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe corpse poison on the Fengyuan Continent is one of the most powerful poisons in life, once a living person is contaminated, it will be highly decomposed throughout the body within half a month, from a living person to a stinking corpse, and it is still a living corpse! This kind of poison that is more terrifying than the biological weapons of the umbrella company cannot be refined artificially, it can only be found in ancient tombs, and the methods of transportation and preservation are extremely obscure, and those who can use corpse poison are all top masters of the absolute poison of graduate students.

Du Wuxin was really scared, and the elder still had a trace of shrewdness and calmness, after all, people are old and fine.

"Corpse poison, Childe, do you know that corpse poison is not easy to come by...... masked elder said, her voice was not special, it was just the voice of an ordinary old woman, and there was nothing sharp and gloomy that made people listen to uncomfortable qualities. The poison of the Scattered Yuan and the poison of hanging life used by the people of the Poison Dragon Sect will not have any effect on the user's vocal cords.

"Of course, I don't know how to preserve and release corpse poison, but I can summon many corpses, and there is always corpse poison on them, right?" said Silver Dust, pointing at the narrow, dark door opened out of thin air, and out of it came a team of white skeleton soldiers.

The elder of the Poison Dragon Sect retreated quickly, but finally stopped in front of the bone prison, it seemed that she did not intend to give up Du Wuxin, and three more elders came out of the dim ruins, but they were only in the realm of the Dao Realm, and the four people gathered together, put on a four-elephant array, and trembling their hands and feet confronted the twenty-four white bones that surrounded them in a semi-circular attack formation. The ones summoned by Silver Dust are all consumable-level skeleton soldiers, not the high-end goods that skeleton mages bully. These white ribs each have a black spear and a small black round shield, whether it is a gun or a shield, there is a purple-black raging fire, which looks like a burning black mist. That's the materialized curse corpse poison, the most dangerous and terrifying kind of corpse poison, once hit, it's useless to eat any antidote, you can only rely on the spell solving of magicians or wizards to survive.

To be pierced by such a spear, to be pushed by such a shield, it is absolutely fatal.

"Childe, I have something to say!" Du Wuxin's voice sounded again, looking particularly weak and delicate, and the twenty-four ribs stopped neatly. The hand with the shield suddenly stretched out its "Hey, Hitler!" and hissed a hearish roar that made the fireball monster float in the sky all the time. "Giggle" and laugh in the sky.

Although they were all covered faces, Silver Dust could still feel that the faces of the four elders seemed to be very dark.

"What's the matter? Now that I know that I'm soft, if you want me to say, you shouldn't have any illusions in the first place. Yinchen said, slowly pulling up the hood to cover his long silver hair and handsome face: "I really don't know how stupid you guys have to be to want to kidnap me." ”

"Junior, you can't live long if you're too proud. A Poison Dragon Sect elder couldn't listen to Yinchen's pretended arrogant words, and reprimanded.

"Why didn't you tell me five years ago?" replied in an arrogant tone, but his tugging on his hood was clearly trying to hide here, and it was obvious that he was not as arrogant as he appeared. The elders of the Poison Dragon Sect secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this amazingly talented silver-haired boy was not as strong as he appeared, perhaps, he was also secretly afraid of something from the Poison Dragon Sect.

The elders barely needed to make eye contact, so they tacitly planned to leave the silver dust behind, even if it was to delay the time, so that they could test what the silver-haired boy was afraid of the Poison Dragon Sect.

"That's just your luck for the past five years. The Four Elephant Array took a step forward as a whole, and sure enough, the skeleton soldiers of Silver Dust took a small step back.

"I've always had good luck. Yinchen deliberately pretended to be very remarkable, in fact, he was not afraid of the three Hedao elders, but when he returned to the void realm, he didn't know how to deal with it now.

"Good luck can't be there all the time, junior, you'd better weigh it clearly, you are really fighting against the Poison Dragon Sect now, not against Du Chuanchang. The Returning Void Elder's tone, who had been speaking and teaching, softened, "Even in this secret realm, it is not a wise thing to fight against the Poison Dragon Sect. ”

She didn't say how unwise she was, nor did she show off the strength of the Poison Dragon Sect on the table, but as long as she was a person, she knew that the Poison Dragon Family was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

"In other words, I used to fight against Du Chuanchang?" Yinchen measured his head slightly: "You don't care?"

"Naturally. That's what he caused himself. The elder said: "We are religious believers, honest and keep promises, one is one, two is two, now the Poison Dragon Holy Son is Du Wuxin and not Du Chuanchang, so we will persuade you with good words, I hope you are self-aware, don't really anger us, otherwise God will be punished!" The female elder who returned to the void realm unexpectedly said in a very gentle and friendly tone, as if she was sincerely admonishing Yinchen not to make mistakes, but in fact, she was hiding in a hand behind her back, holding a slender jade bottle, and picking open the cap with her thumb, which did not have many fingernails, and a silver-red poisonous mist suddenly drifted away.

Silver Dust's pupils shrank, and he was slightly surprised to see that this elder had actually come up with a way to restrain corpse poison in a very short period of time, or was it that the Poison Dragon Sect had always had such an alternative? Sure enough, the Poison Dragon Sect was still the Poison Dragon Sect, not Du Chuanchang's Poison Dragon Sect!

The silvery-red gas was the "harmless poison" corpse powder invented by the Poison Dragon Sect.

Non-harming poison refers to the poison that is corrosive to a dead thing, but cannot cause harm to people, and generally belongs to the category of commonly used tools. The Poison Dragon Sect is famous all over the world, not only because of their scattered poison, but also because of their more powerful harmless poison.

This kind of thing is a special product of the Wind Source Continent, and even the Zenith Star Civilization can't produce it, otherwise those aliens wouldn't use boiling lime water to settle it. This poison powder is lethal to all corpses, necromantic creatures, and even necromantic shapeshifters. Silver Dust watched as the silver-red poisonous mist dispersed, directly corroding a large piece of the bone prison.

Silver Dust raised his hand, and before he could coat the bone prison that was about to shatter with a layer of hard frost, he suddenly felt an extremely strong oppressive force coming from his side. Long Aotian, who had been bombarded by the cannon and only took a small breath, suddenly sprang up and threw a fatal punch towards the carotid artery of Silver Dust, which seemed to be defenseless.

The air was completely condensed, and the silver dust even felt a slight suffocation at that moment. Long Aotian used the skills of "Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist", starting with "Holding Yuan Shou One Punch", but the move was "White Rainbow Through the Sun". He slammed his fist into the silver dust. There was no wind, no flash, but there was a condensed pressure like a mountain, and the air around the fist was completely condensed by the power he emitted, crushing towards the silver dust like a millstone. However, no matter how powerful his fist was, no matter how weird and difficult to defend his moves were, no matter how vast and majestic the energy on his body was, solemn and dignified, no matter how much qi his fist was wrapped in and smashed into Silver Dust's neck, it was impossible to hurt Silver Dust in the slightest.

The golden enchantment was like a big egg, enveloping the whole body of silver dust, and the moment the boundless power of the punch bombarded the golden-colored transparent glass, all the punch strength, all the moves, all the skills, and all the power seemed to disappear out of thin air, and were completely absorbed and swallowed by the golden enchantment.

The gods are crowned.

"Can't even do it to the extent of a lethal attack?" Silverdust muttered in a low voice, swinging his fist unguardedly. Compared with Long Aotian's starting hand, what he swung out was another style of "Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist". Yinchen's fist didn't have a starting hand at all, because it was a moment from extreme to extreme, and even Long Aotian didn't see what kind of punch he made at all.

It wasn't until there was a sharp pain in his stomach that Long Aotian knew that he had been hit, and after that, he saw a blue light rushing towards him.

A huge blue light burst out from the front of the silver-colored fist, turning into a linear world, turning into an aurora that crossed the heavens and the earth. Ice lotuses bloom on the earth, blue dragons soar under the sky, wind and snow turn into daggers, ice condenses and decapitates platforms, winds turn into wheels of divine might, and thick earth turns into a wasteland of eternal frozen death. Obviously, the ice lotus is blooming, the dragon is soaring, the wind and snow are shooting down like sword skills, and the wind is sending out an angry roar of crawlers rubbing against each other, but everything in that linear world completely represents dead silence.

The frozen ground is full of the cold of the undead, the surface of the earth is full of the white lotus of hell, in the cold wind, there is only the breath of the river Styx, and the dragon chant in the void is just the song of the Yellow Spring. It was obviously a blow wrapped in the violent and turbulent power, but it revealed a death serenity, a kind of despair of the end, like a nuclear winter after a mass extinction, freezing all life into specimens and burying it forever under the ice of ten thousand years.

Ice Lotus of the End, Storm Dragon, Eternal Calamity Ice Prison

At the moment when Long Aotian was hit, what he felt most deeply was not the severe pain, not the cold, not the shame of failure, not the anger and grievance that he had not had time to make a move, but despair, a kind of despair that his body was completely wiped out, and only his soul was left floating in the underworld. That despair is nothing, a total emptiness that is about to swallow up all feelings, all moods, all minds, all minds, all abilities for thinking. It was as if at that moment, he had lost everything, even those that he thought he could never lose.

It wasn't an attack that was a combination of paths, it wasn't even an attack that returned to the void, it was the same as the great god that Long Aotian had been waiting for, an attack that didn't belong to this world at all.

Long Aotian retreated, pressed by the endless storm and the huge amount of ice, and flew towards the edge of the clearing. He felt that his newly filled life force was passing rapidly, for the third time in less than half an hour. Upgrades, exchange items, two hole cards that cannot be easily used are played, and what greets him is still a shameful failure.

"Go back to the city for free!" Long Aotian shouted hoarsely, his voice weakening along with his momentum.

The wind on his body was violently and rapidly thinning down, and the original fivefold cultivation of qi transformation was only left in the fifth fold of the body in the blink of an eye.

Free return to the city, also known as resurrection, at the cost of completely consuming the foundation of a great realm, immune to death, and hiding in the main god space, when it comes out again is three days later. If one's own cultivation is low, and it is not enough to consume a great realm, then ...... No one knows what the consequences will be.

Long Aotian disappeared in a colorful light. Silver Dust withdrew his hand and moved his knuckles slightly. His left eye was still the normal color, but his right eye was a fiery red color. The Lotus of Final Ice was just a casual blow, and what was really terrifying was the three big fireballs that he used a tank cannon to shoot into Long Aotian's body, he really thought that thing would be a squib if it didn't explode?

The fireball was hidden in Long Aotian's body and turned into a magic array, like a Trojan horse, which was implanted into the main god space along with Long Aotian's refuge. Silver Dust has great ambitions, he doesn't want to kill Long Aotian, the clown, his goal is to sever the inheritance of "Wudu" again.

He dared to destroy the Purple Wind Idler's big move "Cosmic Giant School Flash Student", and he dared to destroy all the spokespersons of Wudu in this world.

At the same time as Silver Dust threw that earth-shattering punch. Du Wuxin also broke free from the bone prison transformed by magic, only to find that no matter how much corpse powder was sprayed, it could not attack the eyeball floating in the air. She puffed up the Gangfeng in her hand, and hit her fierce hand with a fierce move, four Gangfeng of different colors screamed, and pierced the eyeball like a drill, the eyeball was as powerless as catkins, floating away a little, but she didn't suffer any damage, and she didn't take the dark red gaze away from Du Wuxin at all. Du Wuxin was stunned by the basin-sized eyeballs. He could only muster up the wind and wave two violent Zhu poisonous hands again, but he could only drive the eyeballs to fly everywhere like a cat catching a string, and he could never hurt the eyeballs. Although corpse powder is powerful, it also has the most obvious flaws. Corpse powder, corpse powder, naturally, can only be effective on corpse bones, for all the ghosts that can be seen as gas creatures, and undead monsters that use air as a casting material to change, there is really no way at all.

When Silver Dust withdrew his gaze from the colorful light emitted by Long Aotian, a distracted elder just happened to block between Du Wuxin and the eyeball. Before Du Wuxin could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that deep in the pupil of that eyeball, a dark red laser was suddenly released, hitting the distracted elder, and at that moment, Du Wuxin felt only the purest death.

The eyeball's attack power is not very high, or it is not a good guy against small creatures. The moment the death gaze was released, the distracted elder who had a premonition dodged half of the light on the side of his body, and Du Wuxin suddenly pounced and dodged all the rays.