Wu San realized at this time that he really despised this humble human slave.

Wu San is the existence of the Ning Dan realm after all, seeing Zheng Xian in front of him, Wu San's hands shook suddenly, and two rays of light came out of his palms, and he slapped towards Zheng Xian.

If Dongzi's death was a carelessness of the enemy, then Wu San would not make Dongzi's mistakes again at this time.

Because the bloody lesson is just around the corner.

Wu San's palms out of the glow looks pleasing to the eye, bizarre, in fact, there is a deadly mildew mist hidden inside, once it is shot, the mildew mist immediately penetrates the skin, dissolves flesh and bones, and festers everything.

This is Wu San's finale method, called Hundred Poison Rotten Mist, and there are at least a dozen immortal cultivators who died tragically under his move.

Zheng Xian didn't expect Wu San to have such a finale at all.

There was only one Extinction Stone left on Zheng Xian's body at this time, which made the long knife composed of the Extinction Aurora that bloomed in Zheng Xian's hand begin to become flickering and unstable.

After all, no matter how powerful the ultimate is, it also needs the Extinction Stone to continuously supply the Aurora of Extinction. Without the continuous supply of the Aurora Aurora, after all, even the lethality of a fruit knife could not be compared.

As soon as the Hundred Poisonous Rotten Fog eroded half a meter beside Zheng Xian, the Withered Stone on Zheng Xian's body immediately reacted and popped out the Withered Light Cover, but this Withered Light Mask melted as quickly as ice and snow under the erosion of the Hundred Poisonous Rotten Mist, and it was almost completely unable to hinder the arrival of Wu San's misty hands.

At this moment, Zheng Xian's experience and tenacity from being beaten by the nightingale countless times began to come into play.

I saw that Zheng Xian still did not retreat in the face of such a fierce hundred poisonous rotten mist, but faced the hundred poisonous obstacle fog and cut directly into the middle line of Wu San's chest.

Zheng Xian knew very well that this was his only chance, and he retreated this time, and he would never have a chance next time!

Like rain hitting a thousand holes in the water, the Hundred Poisonous Rotten Mist became more powerful as Zheng Xian approached, instantly shattering the overwhelmed withered light mask.

The poisonous and rotten mist with a fishy and sour smell invaded Zheng Xian's body at once, and the armor was eroded out of a pit in the blink of an eye, and Zheng Xian's skin and flesh inside, Zheng Xian's cheeks, and Zheng Xian's clothes were all rapidly deformed, like candles, constantly dissolving and rotting.

After paying such a price, Zheng Xian finally arrived at a meter in front of Wu San's chest.

Wu San obviously didn't expect Zheng Xian to be fearless to death to such a point, if it was usual, Wu San would definitely open his mouth to laugh at Zheng Xian's stupidity.

But after experiencing the previous events, Wu Sanzhi said that this humble human slave should not be underestimated, and he underestimated his results, so he was lying quietly with the most ordinary short knife in his chest not far away.

Being killed by an ordinary knife was a great shame for immortal cultivators, especially for immortal cultivators in the Ning Dan realm.

After death, they will be ridiculed and treated as negative teaching materials.

The corners of Wu San's mouth showed a hideous sneer, urging the Hundred Poison Barrier Mist to the extreme, and the mist drilled out of Wu San's palms flew rapidly like a long snake.

Although Zheng Xian had already smashed it with one punch, Wu San firmly believed that his hundred poisonous barrier fog was enough to make Zheng Xian lose his resistance before this punch smashed over.

However, Wu San's judgment was wrong, Zheng Xian's fist smashed directly on his nose bone, the nasal bone shattered, the cheekbone shattered, and Wu San's entire face was smashed into the head by Zheng Xian's punch.

Wu San's eyeballs were smashed by Zheng Xian's punch, and at the moment when Wu San's eyeballs exploded, he clearly saw that Zheng Xian's corroded cheeks were being repaired and restored rapidly under the armor pierced by his Hundred Poison Barrier Mist, although Zheng Xian's skin and flesh were not able to defeat the corrosive power of the Hundred Poison Rotten Mist, but Zheng Xian's injury was far less than he expected.

With such a strong recovery ability, it is no wonder that he dares to rush up to find death, relying on such a strong repair ability, he can try to take risks that others dare not take and do things that others dare not do.

Wu San's body retreated rapidly, desperately unloading the damage caused by Zheng Xian's punch, and at the same time mobilizing the vitality to constantly repair the serious wounds on his face.

Unable to see with his eyes, Wu San immediately let out his thoughts and replaced his own eyes.

For the monk, the eyes are just one of the bridges between the outside world, and as a monk, he has many options to see the world outside, some of which are even clearer than his own eyes.

Zheng Xian succeeded with one punch, how could he give Wu San any chance to turn over?

At this time, Wu San, who had almost penetrated Zheng Xian's roots, would definitely not give Zheng Xian any more chance, and if he missed this time, Zheng Xian's fist would never be able to touch any inch of Wu San's skin.

Zheng Xian succeeded with one punch, and the ultimate on the other fist immediately spat out the withering aurora, and a withering long sword slashed towards Wu San's neck.

Wu San was so shocked that the hair on his body exploded, at this moment, all the vitality of Wu San's body was mobilized, just now when he cast a hundred poisons and rotten mist, he only used seventy percent of his cultivation, originally thought that it was enough for Zheng Xian to suffer, after all, Wu San did not want to kill Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian's potential value for the sect is even greater than that of him, a Ning Dan monk.

Now Wu Sanke didn't dare to hide it at all, and directly mobilized all the vitality of the force, and the hundred poisonous and rotten mist immediately formed a thick ink-like mist around Wu San's body, colorful and flashing, as if it were substance!

The brighter the color, the more toxic it is!

The air around Wu San's body was eroded by the poisonous and rotting mist, and it hissed like a snake.

The ground under Wu San's feet was vaporized instantly, such a hundred poisonous and rotten mist, even if Zheng Xian had a strong body repair and recovery ability, he was just a mere sea-stepping realm immortal cultivator, no matter how powerful his divine power was, it was impossible to exceed his own limit!

Zheng Xian's long knife composed of the withering aurora slashed into the mist, and vanished in an instant.

The reason why Wu San and Dongzi were able to come together was entirely because Wu San and Dongzi's cultivation was a routine, and they both had extremely strong means of self-protection, Dongzi's glass armor was extremely hard and the defense was quite strong, while Wu San's hundred poisonous rotten mist was an invisible substance, and any existence that invaded the rotten fog would turn into smoke.

Finally, Zheng Xian faced such a thick fog that even the Aurora could be wiped out in an instant, and he had to choose to retreat, and he would die if he moved forward.

Wu San had all kinds of anger in his chest at this time, a mere immortal cultivator in the realm of stepping on the sea, a slave, dared to ride on his neck and shit, if he didn't teach this damn slave what the rules were, next time, this slave might do something.

As soon as Wu San's hands swung in the air, a hundred poisonous and rotten mist flew out of the fog and slammed into Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian couldn't avoid it, the hundred poisonous rotten mist exploded in front of Zheng Xian's body, like a bowl of hot oil bursting open, as long as a bit of rotten mist climbed to Zheng Xian's body, it would immediately erode the strong breeding armor out of a big hole.

One thing descends one thing, after all, strong breeding armor is not omnipotent, especially for this rotten fog has no resistance at all, like pouring snow on soup, it melts in an instant.

The last wilting stone on Zheng Xian's body exploded and shattered at this time, so that the strong breeding armor on Zheng Xian's body was even more defenseless in the face of this hundred poisonous and rotten mist.

Wu let out a terrible scream in Zheng Xian's mind. None is even less resistant to this poisonous mist.

The strong breeding armor was completely meaningless to Zheng Xian at this time, and there was no need to continue to wear and tear.

Zheng Xian's mind moved, and the strong breeding armor was put away like scales.

Wu San was annoyed that Zheng Xian's punch just now made him feel unbearable pain, and at this time, his fingers flicked one after another, and one after another a hundred poisonous rotten mist burst out of the fog like bullets.

Zheng Xian dodged one after another, but the other party was the existence of the Ning Dan realm, and the speed of the hundred poisonous rotten mist that popped up was extremely fast, and the number was more, Zheng Xian couldn't avoid it after all, and when he was hit by the hundred poisonous rotten mist, he drilled into Zheng Xian's skin and flesh like a steel needle, and then the hundred poisonous rotten mist began to spread and erode uncontrollably, and it expanded from a small hole to a big hole in a moment.

"Aren't you recovering very quickly, and since you are such a lowly creature, then I will make you suffer a little more. ”

As he spoke, Wu Thirty fingers flicked together, and in an instant, hundreds of mist flowers bloomed like chrysanthemums, drawing arcs in the air, and finally all hit Zheng Xian's body, Zheng Xian's flesh was full of holes, and began to decay rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was as moldy as mud, revealing the white bones of Sensen.

Wu Sanha laughed wildly and withdrew the hundred poisonous rotten mist that was protecting him.

walked up to Zheng Xian, who was like a puddle of mud, squatted down, and took out the human slave order from Zheng Xian's armor.

Wu San gently tapped the human slave order, and Zheng Xian's corrupt body couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

Wu San showed an expression of admiration and said: "Amazing, amazing, it's all like this, and you don't say a word, your willpower, and your soul are amazingly tenacious, not bad, not bad, I like wild horses like you, once you train well, the sense of accomplishment is extraordinary." ”

Wu San was reluctant to kill Zheng Xian at this time, of course, even if he wanted to kill, he couldn't kill him, Zheng Xian's value was extremely great, it was a pity to kill him, if he killed Zheng Xian, he Wu San would be held accountable when he returned to the sect, maybe he couldn't keep his head.

Wu San saw that the erosive force began to hit Zheng Xian's vertebrae, as well as his head and heart, so he stretched out his hand to hang on Zheng Xian's chest, and immediately a small silky poisonous and rotting mist swam out of Zheng Xian's body, and fireflies merged into Wu San's palm.

Without the erosion of the hundred poisonous and rotten mist, the flesh and blood on Zheng Xian's body began to grow again.

Wu San was surprised when he saw it, Zheng Xian was obviously not a martial artist, but he had such a strong body repair technique, which was obviously due to his natural supernatural powers.

This kind of talent is really rare.

For immortal cultivators, there are three major supernatural powers that are most useful.

First, the innate spirit is strong.

Second, the physical strength is comparable to martial arts.

Third, the speed of this physical body repair is far beyond ordinary people.

The speed of repair means that immortal cultivators have more opportunities, can take greater risks, and the probability of victory is twice as high as that of ordinary immortal cultivators.

Zheng Xian was the first to mend his fist, obviously still having the idea of fighting Wu San in his heart.

However, after only the two fists and arms were restored to their full strength, the tinkering stopped.

The corners of Wu San's mouth twitched, revealing a hint of mockery and sneer.

That is, after all the dead stones are shattered, even the vitality is exhausted?