Chapter 72: Great Poison Technique

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But the combat effectiveness is still a terrible mess.

His cultivation can be called against the sky, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and pinching Yang Fan to death is as easy as pinching an ant to death.

Yang Fan naturally couldn't deal with the Lord of Iceland, but Yang Fan had other means.

Airplanes.

A powerful 'wave' emanated from the treasure swallowing jar, and that 'wave' was simply earth-shattering.

The 'yin' laughter of the rude and the 'yin' of the forest then passed out.

In front of Yang Fan, an illusory figure gradually condensed successfully.

That figure, swirled in endless poison.

It's the Poison Ancestor!

The only one among the six scattered immortals who had not recovered before, and now, he has also awakened!

Facing the attack of the Lord of Iceland, the Poison Ancestor sneered, and blasted towards the Lord of Iceland with one palm.

Disheveled!

An earth-shattering loud noise came out, and the Lord of Iceland and the Poison Ancestor slammed together, and the two of them flew upside down to the back at a distance of more than ten meters, originally the cultivation of the Lord of Iceland was much stronger than the Poison Ancestor, but now half of the Lord of Iceland plus an arm was blown up by Yang Fan's heavy weapon: the Sword of the Archangel, so the current combat power is plummeting.

"Poison Ancestor, kill him" Yang Fan's body retreated to safety and shouted loudly.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've moved my muscles, boy, look at it, this guy can't run away" Poison Ancestor smiled, and looked at the Lord of Iceland with a 'gloomy' gaze.

The Poison Ancestor is the condensation of ten thousand poisons in the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain Range, and the ancestor of poison is simply immortal and indestructible.

Any strong person must be cautious when confronting the Poison Ancestor.

Although the combat power may be much stronger than that of the Poison Ancestor, it cannot withstand the strange methods of the Poison Ancestor.

This guy, using the poisonous god to come out of nowhere, accidentally caught the way of the poisonous ancestor, and it is inevitable that he will end up with a dead body.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the Poison Ancestor Iceland's lord's face, his face was extremely gloomy.

"Scattered Immortal Powerhouse?" "The Lord of Iceland looked at the Poison Ancestor with a gloomy gaze, "It's just a monk of the Five Heavens of Scattered Immortals, it's not difficult for the island master to deal with you, do you want to 'interfere' in the affairs of the island master and this kid?"

"Nonsense, why don't you get involved with me when you come out?" the Poison Ancestor pouted.

"Why do you have to work hard for such a kid? You and I may be able to cooperate and kill this kid, the heavenly fire on his body, the three thousand avenues, all kinds of treasures, you and I can divide it equally, how about it?"

The Lord of Iceland said slowly.

"Hey" Yang Fan, who heard the Lord of Iceland in the distance, sneered.

Will the Poison Ancestor betray himself? That's impossible.

"Are you stupid, aren't you?" Poison Ancestor rolled his eyes.

"You.................. Is this looking for death?" the Lord of Iceland's voice revealed a murderous intent, "Give you face, but you don't have a face, since that's the case, then don't blame the owner of the island for being very ruthless, today the owner of the island will even kill you who don't know how to lift."

Sou. After the words fell, the Lord of Iceland made a move, turning into a bolt of lightning and rushing towards the Poison Ancestor with a punch.

"Great Destruction"

He let out a long howl. It is a fist of destruction, which is a condensation of the great destruction technique in the three thousand avenues, and the power is a fierce mess.

Poison Ancestor sneered, and also met it with a punch.

Bang dang.

With the earth-shattering loud noise, the two were killed again.

The power of that great destruction was truly amazing, and the power of destruction poured into the body of the Poison Ancestor, and the body of the Poison Ancestor actually began to destroy.

"Is this?" exclaimed the Poison Ancestor in disbelief.

"Silly X, once the power of great destruction invades your body, your body will immediately begin to destroy, do you really think that the cultivation of this peak scattered immortal can't deal with you?

When the words fell, he slammed his punch hard.

With a bang, Poison Ancestor's body exploded directly.

"Hmph" The Lord of Iceland sneered with disdain, and then looked at Yang Fan.

"Boy, your helper is dead, and it's your turn next" The voice of the Lord of Iceland was extremely cold, and the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Obviously, he had already moved his heart to kill Yang Fan.

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth 'revealed' a sneer, Poison Ancestor, if it was so easy to die, then it would not be Poison Ancestor.

The only way to kill the Poison Ancestor is to completely destroy the Poison Ancestor's Soul Origin.

But the Poison Ancestor's soul origin is almost immortal.

The possibility of wanting to kill the Poison Ancestor is almost zero.

When the Lord of Iceland strode towards Yang Fan with a murderous face.

Behind him, an illusory figure gradually condensed.

It was a strangely handsome young man.

If it's not a poisonous ancestor, who else can it be?

"Not good" The face of the Lord of Iceland suddenly changed dramatically.

After all, this person was a peak Scattered Immortal cultivator, and he had already sensed it when the Poison Ancestor condensed again.

Without hesitation. Turning around, he slammed his palm towards the back.

"Great Poison"

The Poison Ancestor sneered, and also showed the trick of pressing the bottom of the box.

The reason why he didn't use the Great Poison Technique at the bottom of the box when he first fought against the Lord of Iceland was because the Lord of Iceland had a powerful means to deal with it, and the Great Poison Technique was to kill the Lord of Iceland by surprise.

Disheveled!

The two sides slammed into each other again, and this time the unprepared Lord of Iceland was blown away by the poisonous ancestor's palm.

The most terrifying thing was the endless explosion of poisonous gas, pouring into his body from the wounds of the Lord of Iceland.

The body of the Lord of Iceland instantly turned black.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the Lord of Iceland was extremely poisoned, his face was so white that he almost hung up.

"Poison, poison, you actually use poison, are you still a strong immortal?" the Lord of Iceland roared angrily.

Hearing the words of the Lord of Iceland, Yang Fan immediately pursed his lips and sneered, "Why didn't you say that you were despicable and shameless when you attacked the Thunderstorm Sword Monarch back then?"

"I ............," the Lord of Iceland was speechless.

"Hehe, you can't escape, you've been poisoned by me. I still want to escape, it's really a fool's dream" Poison Ancestor sneered, rushed forward, and fought with the Lord of Iceland.

The earth-shattering sound of a loud bang was transmitted, and the two sides fought fiercely together.

I have to say that the cultivation of this Lord of Iceland is indeed terrifying, first he was injured by the sword of the heavy weapon Archangel sacrificed by Yang Fan, and then he was poisoned by the poison ancestor, and he actually has a very strong combat power, which is very amazing.

But the Poison Ancestor has obviously gained the upper hand, and is fighting frantically with the Lord of Iceland to suppress the Lord of Iceland.

During the battle, the Lord of Iceland coughed up blood, mainly because he was poisoned too deeply.

"Ah, how can the lord of the island have been so humiliated, boy, you are dead, the lord of the island has succeeded in detoxification, and he will come to kill you" The lord of Iceland roared angrily.

Disheveled. His body exploded directly, and he cast a retreat spell, turning into a blood light and escaping into the distance.