After watching Zhu Ling, Jiang Wuying and the others escape, Zhang Zichen refocused his gaze on the pit under his feet.

At the bottom of the pit, Jiang Qing's armor was broken, covered in blood, and he was lying on the ground weakly, gulping down the aura in the surrounding air, wanting to recover his injuries as soon as possible.

The heavy blow Zhang Zichen gave him just now was too big, and he couldn't recover for a while.

Zhang Zichen spat at Jiang Qing in the pit, and sneered: "Jiang Qing, you were defeated in the hands of a Da Luo Jin Immortal, what else do you have to say?"

"Hmph! Zhang Zichen, if you want to kill, kill it, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Jiang Qing snorted coldly.

"Oh!? Zhang Zichen smiled, "However, Jiang Qing, I don't plan to kill you today." ”

"Why? What conditions do you have?" Jiang Qing was taken aback, he was naturally happy to be able to live.

"You wait. Zhang Zichen turned around, and then shouted towards the crowd in the distance, "Uncle Feng, please send Senior Sister Ding Yao over." ”

Feng Ruolan and Ding Yao were stunned, not knowing what Zhang Zichen was doing.

However, Feng Ruolan did not hesitate, she supported Ding Yao, and as soon as her feet moved, the two of them flew up, and finally landed beside Zhang Zichen.

"Zhang Zichen, looking for Ding Yao, is there something wrong?" asked Feng Ruolan when she landed.

"Yes, Zichen, what are you looking for me?" Ding Yao's chest and hands, there was a blood hole that had condensed and was slowly recovering.

However, this is not what Zhang Zichen is worried about, as a monk of Da Luo Jin Immortal, this small injury will automatically recover sooner or later.

Zhang Zichen approached Ding Yao, then stretched out his right hand to remove the hair scattered on Ding Yao's face.

Beneath the hair, there was originally a beautiful and fair face, but at this time, there were two huge scars, like spider webs, spread on it.

The rain hit the two scars and bounced off.

Ding Yao's brows moved slightly, a little painful, these scars were caused by the poison of the black gold poisonous scorpion, and there are still toxins left in it, which makes Ding Yao often feel pain.

Usually, she just didn't want to say it for Zhang Zichen's sake.

But Zhang Zichen has always known it, so curing Ding Yao's face has always been Zhang Zichen's wish.

Therefore, now that this Jiang Qing has been subdued, Zhang Zichen wants to ask if there is an antidote.

Zhang Zichen stroked this face distressedly and said, "Jiang Qing, do you see, this is the scar drawn by your Great Elder, Jiang Wufeng, so I have to kill him." ”

"I see. Jiang Qing coughed twice and said, "Zhang Zichen, you want to ask me if there is an antidote to cure her, right?"

"Well, since you already know what I want, you shouldn't say no, right?" Zhang Zichen turned his head and stared at Jiang Qing, his murderous aura was exposed, as if he meant to tell Jiang Qing that if you say that there is no antidote, then you will die here.

Jiang Qing took a deep breath, slowly got up from the ground, stood up straight, and then asked, "Zhang Zichen, if I give you the antidote and unravel the poison on her face, you will let me leave alive, right?"

"Yes, if you give me the antidote, I'll let you go alive. Zhang Zichen said with a smile.

"That's good!" Jiang Qing smiled, and then his hand flashed, and a black bottle was called out of the spatial ring by him.

Jiang Qing threw the black bottle to Zhang Zichen and said, "Our Jiang family's black gold poisonous scorpion, all the toxins are the same, so the antidote is also one." The antidote in this bottle can unravel the poison that is more powerful than her face, and it is not difficult to get rid of the scars on her face. ”

"Really?" Zhang Zichen was suspicious, opened the bottle and smelled it, the smell was really familiar.

I remember that decades ago, when Zhang Zichen and Long Fei first arrived in Mirage City, at that time, Long Fei was poisoned by Jiang Chao and almost died.

Later, Zhang Zichen got the antidote, and Long Fei survived.

Zhang Zichen remembered that the taste of the antidote at that time was exactly the same as the taste of this elixir.

If that's true, this should be the antidote to authenticity.

But in order to prevent Jiang Qing from cheating, Zhang Zichen still said vigilantly: "Jiang Qing, I hope what you give me is a real antidote, if not, what the consequences will be, you know." ”

Jiang Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Zhang Zichen, you see that I am injured like this now, do you think that I will make fun of my 30,000 years of cultivation?"

"I don't think you will!" If it was Zhang Zichen himself, he would definitely not be either, in this world of pursuing strength and eternal life, if he lived one more day, a miracle might appear.

Therefore, basically any monk would not choose to give up his life, especially an old monster like Jiang Qing who has lived for 30,000 years, and he will cherish everything he has cultivated.

Zhang Zichen didn't doubt it anymore, but poured out a black pill in the bottle, which was only the size of a little finger.

It lay quietly on Zhang Zichen's hand.

Zhang Zichen and Ding Yao, as well as Feng Ruolan, everyone looked at this little pill, their faces were smiling, and they were even a little excited.

Ding Yao's face was finally able to return to normal.

Zhang Zichen carefully held up the pill, put it in front of Ding Yao, and said gently, "Senior sister, swallow it." ”

Ding Yao's eyes were filled with tears, she nodded, and then opened her cherry mouth and gently swallowed the black pill from the palm of Zhang Zichen's hand.

The pill was very soft, melted in the mouth, and flowed into Ding Yao's belly along with his throat.

Suddenly, a warm air flow spread in Ding Yao's body.

In the end, these air currents seemed to sense the abnormality on Ding Yao's face, and they all swarmed away.

Then, Ding Yao's brows began to wrinkle, and there were bursts of hot pain on her face.

And it's getting more and more painful.

Zhang Zichen and Feng Ruolan saw Ding Yao's reaction, and the two were very worried.

"Ah!!h

Ding Yao suddenly fell to the ground in this pain.

"Yao'er, what's wrong with you?" Feng Ruolan hurriedly knelt down and hugged Ding Yao.

But Ding Yao couldn't respond except screaming, she rolled around in pain.

"Yao'er, what's wrong? Could it be that this antidote is fake?" Feng Ruolan anxiously asked again.

"Division...... Father, it hurts, I hurt, I hurt. Ding Yao's facial muscles twitched a little in pain, and the right side of her face was jet black.

Seeing this, Zhang Zichen suddenly became furious, he turned into a golden figure, rushed forward, grabbed Jiang Qing's neck with one hand, and lifted him up.

"Jiang Qing, you are really tired of being alive!" Zhang Zichen's eyes were full of flames, and he couldn't wait to swallow Jiang Qing immediately.

But Jiang Qing's face was full of relaxation, patted Zhang Zichen's hand, and said, "Let go! You let go of me! This is the real antidote, but in the process of detoxification, there will be a trace of pain, you wait for a while." ”