Call...... Zhang Yiyang took a deep breath and threw the previous suffocation out of his body.

Then he looked at the green twilight python that was turning over and over on the ground, with a look of disbelief, who would have thought that there was something else in the body of this python, which was a gathering place for countless small snakes!

After watching this python gradually lose its life for a long time, Dapeng jumped in front of the green twilight python and used its sharp beak to smash the high bulging back of its head.

Then he said to Zhang Yiyang: "Boss, hurry up!

The latter hurriedly took out the jade bottle and collected it from the turquoise liquid that came out.

Looking at the bubbling green liquid in his hand after being shaken, Zhang Yiyang asked, "Dapeng, is this liquid the essence blood of the Qingyu Python? ”

Dapeng nodded, and then a pair of sharp eagle eyes looked at Zhang Yiyang and said, "Boss, this liquid is highly toxic when taken alone, even if it is an eight-rank Tianzun, it can't bear it!

After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to react, got up, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yiyang looked at the disappeared Dapeng and the turquoise liquid in his hand, feeling a little thoughtful, not knowing where it came from, which made his mood start to be irritable.

After a while, Dapeng flew back, holding a leather bag tied up with snake tendons in his mouth, and the bright red color was swaying back and forth in this transparent leather bag.

Dapeng flew in the air, shook his eagle head, looked at the boss sitting cross-legged on the ground, and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Then, by that special connection, he shouted, "Boss, I'm back!"

Zhang Yiyang, who had originally calmed down, heard Dapeng's voice a little weak, and immediately responded anxiously: "What's wrong with you, Dapeng!

"Hehe! It's okay! I've just been fighting, I'm a little tired, this is the last essence blood for cultivating the Hundred Poison Antibody!"

Dapeng's answer was a little evasive, but as soon as Zhang Yiyang heard the last stream of essence blood of the hundred poison antibody, he immediately aimed his eyes over, and then shouted excitedly: "Great! Let's start!"

Dapeng instructed Zhang Yiyang to mix his two different colors of essence blood together, and then raised his head and drank it all, to be honest, the taste of these two kinds of blood made people drink very disgusting, but in order to increase a means of self-defense, he had to do this.

The blood enters the body, is absorbed by the cells of the blood vessels, and then a strong sensation of heat is transmitted to the senses.

At this time, Dapeng's somewhat weak voice sounded, "Boss, hug Yuan Shouyi, return to the heart and breathe, run the flesh and blood qi to reach the sea of qi, and then swim all over the body." ”

According to what Dapeng said, Zhang Yiyang frantically operated the flesh and blood qi, traveling all over the body, and even every cell in the body.

With each run, a wave of heat swept over and burned the jade-like skin, making it red.

"It's so hot!" Zhang Yiyang muttered.

"Boss, hold on! Run for another eighty-eight weeks and you'll be done!" Dapeng gradually lost his voice after speaking, and then his snoring sounded, and he fell asleep tiredly.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and one person and one sculpture quieted down, and gradually one by one the fallen leaves covered the bodies of the two brothers, and they seemed to be one with the world.

A total of ninety-nine weeks of operation, seven days have passed, the young man opened his eyes suddenly, and a fine light shot into the distance, and the corners of his mouth were also slightly upturned, which meant that the hundred poisonous antibodies inherited by the Dapeng had finally been cultivated.

Looking at Dapeng, who was still tired and asleep, two tears of gratitude flashed in Zhang Yiyang's eyes, because in the past seven days, he also figured out one thing, the blood that fused with the essence blood of the Qingyu Python should be the essence blood of Dapeng, because only its essence blood will naturally restrain snakes.

After a while, Dapeng seemed to feel a gaze staring at him, and then opened his eyes lazily, "Boss, you have succeeded!"

Zhang Yiyang hurriedly moved his face to the side, so as not to be discovered by Dapeng with the tears that had fallen, and then said: "Of course it was successful! Who am I your boss!"

"Hehe! I'm the best, where are we going next?"

Dapeng's words dragged Zhang Yiyang out of his emotion, and then his face became gloomy, "It's time for us to take revenge! But before we go, the advantages of this hundred poison antibody should be shown!"

After a big meal of one person and one carving, Zhang Yiyang once again showed his cooking skills and cared about Dapeng, and then started a full-time study in a secluded cave.

The corrosive poison left by the blood at the beginning all came in handy this time, and the bullets and shells with corrosive spiritual power were all pounded out by Zhang Yiyang.

And a brand new Barrett sniper rifle has also been remade, because he left the previous one in the gun club.

And the bullet made this time not only contains the poison of corrosion, but also mixed with a trace of melting liquid obtained under the abyss of the valley, this liquid can melt metal armor weapons, so this is once again a new beginning for modern weapons in another life.

Looking at the dazzling array of fruitful bullets and portable shells, Zhang Yiyang was happy, his long-standing wish had finally come true this time, of course, this portable shell was prepared for Dapeng, so the Fu clan would be the first family to feel these flying dragon shells.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yiyang casually put away boxes of ammunition on the ground and jumped on Dapeng's back, and then faced the east sun rising in the opposite direction, heading west.

In the compound of the Fu clan, basically all its main characters went to the vicinity of the immortal pit, and only the eldest prince Fu Xuanzong was left behind.

To say that this Fu Xuanzong, although the cultivation of the Nine Rank Dizun, but this formation is a masterful practice, and he has participated in the great array of protectors in the family, which shows his understanding of the formation.

But this person also has a problem, lustful, and very lustful, and I don't know what is going on with the genes of the Fu clan, and the second son, Fu Xuande, is also lustful, otherwise he would not have risked all the way to imprison Hongmeiniang.

"Xiaohong, what you said before is true?" asked Fu Xuanzong at this time, with his body exposed, holding Xiaohong, a maid who was also calmly opposite, in his hands.

And this Xiaohong is the person who once communicated with Fu Hai, the third son of the Fu clan, and was accidentally seen by the eldest prince a few days ago, and then got to bed.

Xiaohong stretched out a pair of slender jade fingers and slid across Fu Xuanzong's chest, a pair of charming eyes were charming to the extreme, and she said even more delicately: "Of course! It is true that he was imprisoned by the second prince in his lower courtyard!"