Chapter 598 Fighting Poison with Poison

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his arm, grabbed the hilt of Qingfeng's sword, held it up in front of his eyes, stared at it, and said, "Long time no see, old friend." ”

The wreckage of the Blue Blade Sword is still preserved on the mountain, and he must abandon it because he wants to advance.

Then, he struggled to sit up, pinned the Qingfeng sword under the dislocated arm, and twisted his body violently. As he roared in pain, a click sounded and his arm was reset. Then he tore off a piece of cloth and bandaged the wounds on his legs. Then, with the Qingfeng sword in hand, he walked to a small puddle deep in the riverbed, bent down with difficulty, picked up a handful of water, sniffed it gently, and then drank it happily.

While drinking, several hideous beast shadows appeared in the distance. A pack of ugly, withered wolves the size of calves with their hair falling all over their bodies locked their eyes on him.

He reached out and squeezed the poison hole in his neck fiercely, squeezing a large amount of poisonous blood, but the venom was still spreading in his body. He could only endure the pain, stood up with his sword, turned his head to glance at the wolves, and said, "Third Order!"

"Roar!!

Suddenly, a withered wolf let out a fierce roar, leading the other withered wolves to rush towards him fiercely.

"Hmph. Without spiritual power, I'm just a simple martial artist?" Ye Qingcheng said in a deep voice. As long as he has a certain amount of strength, he doesn't need to release spiritual power for a large number of beast-taming skills, especially the Touxin Finger and the Thousand Transformation Palm! At the age of fourteen, he was already a disciple of Yuntian.

He carried the Qingfeng sword, stood in place, and did not run away. Escaping, for him, is just a drain on his strength.

In a moment, the first withered wolf rushed up and flew at him with a brutal swoop.

He immediately stepped forward, swung the great sword in his hand, and a cyan shadow slashed out like lightning. As a result, when the withered wolf was about to be slashed, two earth spirit wings suddenly sprouted from his back, and he quickly turned his body in mid-air and flew past him. Didn't attack him, but his sword didn't hurt it either.

Immediately afterwards, the withered wolves behind rushed one after another.

The battle broke out immediately, and a total of seven withered wolves, divided into front and back, left and right, surrounded him, and took turns to attack him.

"Die!" the venom ravages make him sluggish and miserable, but he must deal with the withered wolves before he can find a way to detoxify them.

"Whew!" another sword shadow slashed, his body stiffened sharply under the corrosive venom, and before the sword could slash at the withered wolf, it bit him in the thigh.

"Ahh

However, another withered wolf rushed over and bit him in the other leg!

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In the Wind Dragon Palace, hundreds of terrifying blood shadows appeared, and they wandered aimlessly around Ye Qingcheng like ghouls.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the Thunder Spirit Throne, and every time there was an extremely painful shout, there would be a blood shadow (the source of eternal injury), turning into the shadow of a blood snake, burrowing into his body, and torturing him frantically.

His heart-rending shout penetrated the gate of the Wind Dragon Hall and reached Liu Beishui's ears. But whenever Ye Qingcheng screamed, his scalp would be numb once.

"I regret it now. Liu Beishui said in horror: "I choose to go in now and help the eldest brother!"

"It's late. King Jingfeng looked up at the sky in a daze and said, "He has fallen into that world and can't come out again." ”

"What should I do?" Liu Beishui couldn't remember how many times Ye Qingcheng's screams came. He could imagine the pain, he had also been struck by the Eternal Wound Technique. However, Ye Qingcheng had to bear it even heavier, because those were the source of the eternal damage of the Wind Dragon Soul.

And so on. King Jingfeng said simply.

"It's possible in a year and a half. ”

"Who can hold out for so long under this kind of devastation?!" Liu Beishui shouted.

"The opposite of pain is beauty. King Jingfeng said: "If there are countless good memories in his heart, he may be able to hold on a little longer." ”

"Big brother, I have been an orphan since I was a child, and I have experienced so much suffering in the past 20 years. Liu Beishui said: "How many good memories can he have?"

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Under the starry sky, a gloomy light shrouded the lifeless withered grassland.

Ye Qingcheng dragged his seriously injured and highly poisonous body, carried the Qingfeng Sword on his back, and walked west along the dry riverbed step by step. Behind him, the corpses of seven withered wolves.

After the tragic fighting, he was covered in blood from being bitten. These wounds were not the most fatal for him, the most deadly were the snake venom in his body. Without detoxification, there is no way he can sustain the next battle.

Like an irreversible fate, his condition is getting worse and worse, and his life is in danger.

I don't know how long he walked, he felt the world spinning again, his eyes were in a trance, and the power in his body kept flowing with blood.

Suddenly, his legs were weak, and he knelt weakly on the cracked riverbed, and slowly fell to the ground.

"Is that the end of it?" he fell to the ground, looking unwillingly at the blur ahead. His neck and cheeks were covered with poisonous spots, and his body was already in a state of numbness.

Suddenly, he spotted a small colorful scorpion, with a piece of rotting inside, crawling past his eyes. The mind of the animal tamer told him that the more beautiful the Gu worm, the more deadly it was poisonous.

His gaze gradually became vacant, and he shuddered suddenly, and reached out to grab it. However, it cunningly crawled into the cracked ground.

At this time, he was already weak, and it took him a long time to pick up a piece of dirt, but the colorful scorpion had already fled.

"Meat!" he turned his head to look around, and found a rotting beast corpse ten feet away on the left. He struggled a few times, but without getting up, he crawled straight over. It's like a person in the desert who is about to die of thirst, crawling to an oasis, but whether it is a mirage or not, he must climb over, that is his lifeline, once he gives up, it is equivalent to a compromise with death.

He crawled unbearably for a long time, as if this was the longest journey of his life.

When he crawled to the side of the beast's corpse, a heavy putrid smell filled the air. The beast corpse bulged out of its belly high, and it was wriggling wildly inside.

On the ground, a hole was broken in the stomach of the corpse, and a colorful poisonous scorpion crawled out with a piece of carrion. He immediately stretched out his hand, and the scorpion raised its tail hook to fight back. However, he was still caught.

After being stung by the poison hook, a lightning-fast pain slowly appeared in the palm of his numb hand.

"It works!" Ye Qingcheng said, then grabbed the scorpion, put it on his neck, and used its poisonous hook to sting his neck.

After a few attempts, the venom of the scorpion was gone, and it was tossed half dead. He casually dropped it into his mouth and chewed it hungrily like a beast. Then, he stared at the filthy, rancid belly of the beast's corpse with a frantic look.

"Poof!!"

I saw that he did not hesitate to put his arm into the belly of the wriggling beast corpse. When he pulled his arm out, it was covered with a rampant, colorful scorpion, which crawled on his blue arm and stung him frantically with its poisonous hook. In the palm of his hand, he grabbed a large handful of colorful poisonous scorpions, he stared at the scorpion in his hand, and said: "The deeper the poison, the greater the amount of poison needed!"

As he spoke, he was like a ghoul beast that didn't care about a single qiē, bloodily stuffed a large handful of poisonous scorpions into his mouth, and chewed them ferociously.

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