"Why are you so nervous? I wasn't the one who killed you. ”

As if he hadn't seen so many people draw their swords, Wang Xiaoming walked straight towards the core of the beast that rolled down to the ground.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Wang Xiaoming together. The two people who touched the core of this beast just now are all dead, this little boy, is he here to send him to death?

Wang Xiaoming walked leisurely to the beast core and picked it up as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Three, two, one!"

Almost everyone counts in their hearts. When the "one" ends, it should be the time when the boy falls to the ground and dies.

But after a long time of counting their "one", Wang Xiaoming still looked radiant. The boy even carried the core in his coat pocket and came to the tail of the red-tailed thunder scorpion.

The red-tailed thunder scorpion is known for its poison, and its poison is also something that Wang Xiaoming wants to collect.

After filling all the glass jars, Wang Xiaoming clapped his hands, put down the poison jars, and smiled at Bo Jie and the others.

"I'm leaving, you go on!"

"Why is he okay?" whispered to Bo Jie's men.

Bo Jie bit his lip, and said in his heart that he couldn't let the boy go like this. The most precious thing on the giant demon beast is the beast core, he died four of his most powerful subordinates, if the beast core is returned to others, won't it make the world laugh off the big teeth?

"You can get out! Give me the core!" Bo Jie yelled.

Wang Xiaoming took out the beast core and checked it: "Are you sure you want to? ”

"Give it to me!" said Bo Jie.

"Okay, you can get it. Wang Xiaoming stretched out his arm, spread his palm, and sent the blue-purple crystal beast core to Bo Jie, "Don't regret it, I really can't bear to see you cry again." ”

Bo Jie looked at this beast core a little nervously, and he really didn't dare to take it. Four of the seven spirit masters who traveled with him died, and only three were still alive, all because of this beast core, but the boy in front of him was unharmed.

After thinking about it, Bo Jie pointed to a spirit master beside him and said, "Come and get it!"

The spirit master suddenly felt his scalp tingle, but he didn't dare not disobey Bo Jie's orders.

As soon as they reached out and took the beast core, everyone heard Wang Xiaoming's countdown.

"Three, two, one!"

"Plop!"

The unlucky spirit master holding the beast core suddenly turned black and fell to the ground, he died!

"Ahh

Everyone exclaimed in unison, their faces terrified. Their people were all dead when they touched the beast core, but Wang Xiaoming was still standing there, what was going on?

"Huh!"

Bo Jie drew his long sword, pointed at Wang Xiaoming and said, "You explain to me clearly, what the hell is going on?"

Wang Xiaoming shrugged: "The beast core of the red-tailed thunder scorpion is highly poisonous, don't you know? Even if you don't know, after two people die, you should know it, right?"

I saw that you came to rob with such joy, and I thought that you were skilled, but I expected that you were all dead one by one. Alas, I warned you, but if people want to die, they really can't persuade them. ”

"How could this be!" Bo Jie's men were shocked.

Poisonous beast cores are too rare.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming is lying. The beast core of the red-tailed thunder scorpion is not poisonous, but the scorpion venom of this scorpion is mixed with the dragon fire soul drain, producing one of the seven absolute poisons in the world, "Thousands of Miles of Corpses"!

As early as when he joined Pi Buyi's team, Wang Xiaoming was thinking about how to deal with this red-tailed thunder scorpion. Although he is a great expert in refining poison, he can only refine it if he has materials. Each of the poisons that could poison the troll was precious, and with the materials and money he had at hand, he couldn't afford to allocate them.

After careful consideration, Wang Xiaoming decided to use the specific toxicity of the red-tailed thunder scorpion, based on the soul erosion and residual poison on Liu Mei's body, and mixed the two phases of poison to make a fake version of "Thousands of Miles of Corpses". After all, the dragon fire grass in the three main medicines of the real "Thousand Miles of Corpses" was too difficult to find, and he could only replace it with dragon licorice.

Unexpectedly, he didn't buy dragon licorice, but came across a real dragon fire grass. With the Dragon Fire Grass in his hand, he directly refined the Dragon Fire Soul Drain, which was also the reason why he was able to kill the Red-tailed Thunder Scorpion in an instant.

It seems that Wang Xiaoming only shot two arrows and killed a giant demon, which is very simple, but who knows that he has been planning behind his back for many days?

The beast core itself is not poisonous, but when it is taken out of the body of the red-tailed thunder scorpion, it will naturally be a little poisonous. As one of the seven great poisons in the world, one little is enough to kill people.

"Joke, there is no poisonous beast core in the world!"

Bo Jie retorted, a little unconfident. After all, he's already dead with five of his men, and they're all spirit masters!

"If the beast core is going to be poisonous, then why are you okay?"

"I was born with a poisonous body, and I was born not afraid of all kinds of poisons, so I'm fine. Wang Xiaoming smiled indifferently.

"Born with a poison?" everyone was shocked.

I didn't expect there to be such strange people in the world!

In fact, Wang Xiaoming is not a natural poison at all, he just takes an antidote.

The root of the dragon fire grass was the only recipe for refining the antidote, and because the grass was too small, the antidote was only refined, and he ate it early in the morning. If Bo Jie's subordinates have no antidote, it will only be a tragedy.

However, no matter how kind Wang Xiaoming is, he will not explain his bottom to the enemy, and it is quite fun to say a "natural poisonous body" to scare them.

"I'm going to kill you!" Bo Jie was so angry that he swung his sword and prepared to cut Wang Xiaoming.

"Wait, you have to think clearly, only I can save your lives!" Wang Xiaoming said in surprise again.

"What do you mean?" said Bo Jie's pair of tiger eyes.

"Although you have not directly encountered the poison, this scorpion venom can spread in the air. You're too close to the source of the poison. Look at each other, your faces are covered with black gas. ”

Everyone glanced at each other in panic, and sure enough, they saw that everyone was all blackened, and there was a faint bad feeling.

"Thousands of miles of corpses" can indeed spread in the air, but fortunately, the scorpion venom is mainly located in the tail of the scorpion, and there are very few in the body, and the amount of "thousands of miles of corpses" mixed is not much. If there is enough "thousands of corpses", it will really be like a plague!

Wang Xiaoming didn't let Pi Buyi approach, because he was afraid that he would be poisoned. Bo Jie and his entourage rushed triumphantly, purely seeking their own death.

"Little fairy, help!"

I don't know which guard was stupid, so he knelt on the ground and begged Wang Xiaoming.

As soon as the guy knelt, the others also knelt on the ground, pleading.

Bo Jie looked left and right, and saw that his subordinates were so spineless, and he really wanted to kill them.

Think about Ouyang Buqun, Cao Ranhong, Yuan Dao, Bo San and others who were still majestic just now, now they are all corpses, and the Bo family suddenly feels like they are in the cold winter of the ninth count, and they are cold to the bones!

"I can't die! I can't die here!"

He, the eldest grandson of Count Bo Yan and the heir of the future county, young and handsome, the proud son of heaven, how could he die so inexplicably?

He still has an infinitely bright future and a promising life!

"Little fairy, help!"

Thinking of this, Bo Jie also knelt on the ground with a thud, begging Wang Xiaoming like his subordinates. He even took two steps forward, trying to hug Wang Xiaoming's thin thighs.

"Don't come near me, I'm born poisonous, and if you get close to me, you'll be poisoned. Wang Xiaoming made up nonsense at will.

Hearing this, everyone took a step back, and Bo Jie, who wanted to hug Wang Xiaoming's thigh, also hesitated.

"Alas, I shook my majesty, and now I have ended up in such a miserable situation, why are you doing this!"

Wang Xiaoming sighed, and said slowly: "Don't kneel, this is the toxin diffusion area, the longer the time, the deeper the poisoning." You leave at once, and when you get to the bottom of the mountain, I will heal you again." ”

"Okay, let's leave. Bo Jie immediately prepared to turn over and get on the horse.

"Wait, you can't ride a horse, the higher this poison is, the stronger it is, you have to be poisoned to death if you ride on a horse!" Wang Xiaoming said.

"What then?" Bo Jie lost his mind for a moment.

"Roll on the ground, so that it is low enough not to be smoked by poisonous gas. Get out of here, get out of here. ”

"Thank you, little fairy!"

The group of people immediately did not dare to get on the horse, and rolled down the hill one by one. As a third-level spirit master, Bo Jie also added a greasy technique to himself, and his whole body was like being smeared with oil, and the one that rolled was called a fast one!

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help laughing.

It's pure that there is a lot of poison in high places, he just wants to see this group of people make a fool of themselves.

Just now, this group of people rode up the mountain majestically on a white horse, and asked him to "roll" several times, what a sight of no one, but now, they all rolled down!

In the distance, Pi Buyi also laughed loudly: "Hahaha, it seems that you guys really roll very often, rolling so fast one by one!"

"How can this be reasonable, you hillbillies, young master, I will slaughter you sooner or later!" Bo Jie scolded viciously in his heart while rolling on the ground in embarrassment.

Five of the seven spirit masters around him died, and only two of them were left with the lowest cultivation, and they rolled down the mountain with that group of soldiers, how could this breath make his Bo family a young man!

"It's all that little bastard!" Bo Jie looked at Wang Xiaoming, eager to kill him immediately.