Located in the center of the block, the pavilion itself is a mansion that occupies a large area, with more than 3,000 disciples and more than 500 poisonous cultivators.

However, there are very few in the Dan period, and they are all ordinary poison cultivation before and after the foundation is built.

Their main daily tasks are to maintain the magic circle of Qinghongfang, use the collected resources to refine poison, and worship the lord.

Perhaps because of the particularity of the owner, the museum is becoming more and more flavorful of lifelessness.

The poison cultivator worshipped the lord as an immortal god.

"It's ridiculous."

Li Mo stood at the window, looking at the city shrouded in poisonous smoke, and could vaguely hear the sound of gongs and drums beating from the hall.

The Lord of Jin Hung had just finished parading through the streets not long ago, and the worshippers had dispersed one after another.

The rest of the confinement halls rarely appear, and it can be seen that they are intelligent, but the Jinhong Confinement Pavilion makes it a routine thing to parade through the streets.

The four major pavilions are, Jinhong, Malu, Shimen, and Cuishan.

Ma Lu's confined master is an entrenched strange insect, covered with stumps and fragments, and the poison cultivators to which he belongs are all covered with a hideous bear head.

The master of Shimen is similar to a possum, the skin and flesh are covered with Rushan, and the flesh and blood are in the process of continuous decay, and they need to be poisoned to treat their injuries at all times.

The green mountain is the most special, the appearance of the lord is like coral, connected by the heads of different beasts, and the heads of poisonous beasts are different.

The three confinement masters can barely communicate, and the strength revealed is comparable to that of the Qi infancy, while the Jinhong confinement master is still in the infancy, but the specific means are unknown.

Li Mo has been secretly observing.

He always felt that the cultivation system of the Poison Clothes Qinghongfang was very strange, unlike pure poison cultivation, which was mixed with martial arts and alienation.

Li Mo postponed his plan to test the master, and Han Cai and the others were also happy to see it.

Under his instruction, the progress of the construction of the Four Seas Martial Arts Pavilion came to a standstill, and the innate poisonous warriors in the town could only do it in a hurry.

"Huh?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, and suddenly noticed the inexplicable aura of the Jinhong Pavilion.

It's a pity that the big cancer is still giving birth to new spirit patterns, which makes his control over cancer cells more or less affected, and he doesn't know what the situation is in the museum.

Li Mo looked out the window.

Even if the poisonous smoke enveloped the town, it was still possible to tell that it was getting late.

It has been more than half a year since the poison-clothed Qinghongfang found the next blessed land, and as the poisonous smoke secreted by the toad poisonous beast intensified, most people could not withstand the highly toxic corrosion.

It's better during the day, after all, there is sunlight to dispel some of the toxic smoke.

Once the night comes, people only need to open the doors and windows, and in just a few breaths, their own flesh and blood will turn into liquid like butter.

Even if the poisonous cultivation is exposed, it is still disadvantageous and not beneficial.

When the Lord of Jinhong was born with something strange, just as the poisonous clothes and green and red shops were silent, the rich poisonous smoke caused the visibility to be reduced to a minimum.

Li Mo closed his eyes and urged his divine sense, looking at every move of the Jinhong Pavilion.

………

The lord sits in the main hall of the hall, which is usually placed on a high platform.

While receiving the worship of poison cultivation, that deformed and terrifying mass of rotten flesh can also provide pure poisonous spiritual energy to assist others in their cultivation.

The exquisite decorations of the main hall are completely inversely proportional to the lord.

Two or three hundred poison cultivators surrounded the Lord, muttering slurred words in their mouths, and their heads were eager to get to the Lord's body.

Among them, there are also dozens of poisonous warriors, who are licensed to join the Jinhong Pavilion, and they naturally do dirty work that drug cultivators don't like.

They are also responsible for the feeding of the Lord.

An earthen jar filled with flesh and blood was constantly sent to the main hall, and after adding all kinds of poisonous spiritual materials, it was directly sprinkled on the surface of the lord's body.

A sound similar to a guinea pig came, and the owner ate greedily.

In fact, the food of the lord comes from the toad poisonous beast, because the poisonous beast has a huge body, and it is harmless to occasionally dig up some flesh and blood.

The poisonous warrior felt the terrifying oppression brought by the master, and he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

They stared at the Lord with their peripheral eyes, and the latter's rotten body swelled several times, and each finger trembled slightly, which was creepy.

"Eat more, eat more, the Lord can give us immortal fate."

An old voice sounded in the ears of the poisonous warriors, and they quickly turned their heads to look.

An old man with white hair came to the main hall, his bare skin full of tears, and foul-smelling pus slowly flowed from it.

But unlike the rest of the poison cultivators, the old man's head was not a beast head.

"Elder Chen......"

The poisonous warriors bowed their heads and saluted, and the surrounding poisonous cultivators were still immersed in the aura.

Chen Xingshun's cultivation has entered the Dan period, and the same realm is rare in the confinement hall, and his status can easily determine the life and death of the poisonous warrior.

His eyes were fixed on the master, and his throat couldn't help but roll.

The poisonous warriors did not dare to say more.

Although the lord is weird and inexplicable, it is more like a dead thing without intelligence, as long as the feeding is guaranteed on time, the lord will not riot.

Chen Xingshun is notoriously moody.

"Qian An, it's been a few years since you came to Jinhong, right?"

Hearing what Chen Xingshun said, Qian An hurriedly replied, "Elder, it's been five years. ”

"Do you want to become an immortal?"

"Yes, the disciple wants to become an immortal." Qian An was stunned for a few breaths, and knocked his head hard, even if the skin on his neck was open, he didn't stop.

The rest of the poisonous warriors showed envy on their faces, how could they not have the idea of entering the Dao.

After nodding slightly, Chen Xingshun came to the Lord and patted his body, and then took out piles of poisonous spiritual materials to feed the Master.

In the blink of an eye, the owner swelled up half a meter, and his skin had reached the limit.

Specks of blood oozing from the pores.

The lord hummed and chirped, like a livestock that had been eaten, lying on the high platform and no longer moving, and a violent wind was set off out of thin air between his breaths.

"Okay, let's go, let's become an immortal."

Chen Xingshun motioned for Qian An to approach the master, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

After Qian An hesitated for a moment, he finally couldn't resist the temptation to enter the Dao, and cautiously walked to within half a meter of the hall.

He had seen many immortal poison warriors in the Jinhong Pavilion and understood the next steps.

Chen Xingshun then nodded, and then said in a low voice: "Poison Cultivation Dao, the belly is full of flying insects and fat like a gourd, and the beak is good for poisonous stings. ”

Qian An repeated, and then pulled out the short knife in his arms.

He turned on the poisonous gas, and his flesh began to turn blue and purple, gradually becoming swollen, like the corpse of a long-dead giant.

"The first knife poisons my intestines."

Qian An cut off his left leg with a knife, because he deliberately let the toxin corrode the flesh and blood, and he didn't feel the slightest pain, and the numbness was all over his body.

He threw his left leg into his master's mouth, and the sound of chewing sounded again.

Qian An was creepy.

Although he was accustomed to hearing the movement of the Lord eating, he never thought that the food would be his own, but when it came to the Dao, he could only bite the bullet.

"The second knife is steamed and poisoned my intestines."

The right leg was also cut off.

"The third knife is poisonous and painful."

………

When his arms fell into the mouth of the lord with the help of his colleagues, Qian An was only left with a thin man, who was also lying flat on the high platform.

The poisonous cultivators became more and more hungry and thirsty to absorb the aura.

"Get out."

Chen Xingshun waved his hand to signal the poisonous warrior to leave the main hall, and then continued to feed the master, whose belly skin became as thin as a cicada's wings.

Qian An was short of breath, and his entry was already close at hand.

As long as you wait for the Lord to ruminate and refine the minced meat into an elixir for Qian An to take, the poison clothing skill of both internal and external cultivation can be promoted.

But to Qian An's surprise, Chen Xingshun had no intention of stopping, and continued to feed.

I only heard the lord snort, and the skin on his abdomen suddenly cracked, and a large amount of poisonous water gushed out of it, rushing towards Qian An's position.

Qian An noticed that all the poison correctors looked at him with a burning expression.

"No ......"

He was wrapped in poisonous water, and his flesh and bones dissolved, and the poison directly destroyed the only remaining consciousness, and the main hall was in shambles.

The main blood flowed endlessly, even if the injury was not serious, and his strength fell to the first infant.

Chen Xingshun used his spiritual power to lift Qian An's remaining corpse, and his flesh and blood absorbed the poisonous water, and quickly turned into a fist-sized pill.

"One poison pill, the user will achieve the poison coat golden pill."

He swept over one poison cultivator after another, and continued with a grim expression: "You have to hear clearly, there is only one person who has a pill today. ”

Bang bang......

The sound of bones colliding is incessant.

The body of the poison cultivator has been alienated, turning into an abominable monster.

Their upper body is a beast, the lower half of their body is human, and their bodies are hollowed out by poisonous water, and it feels like a forcible patchwork of four dislikes.

Roar.

The main hall revolved around the poison pill to fight, and for a while, the flesh and blood flew sideways, the strong fishy smell was permeated, and the poison cultivator was killed and injured quickly.

The surviving poison cultivation alienation was even more serious, and the volume had reached more than five meters.

Chen Xingshun smiled but did not speak, poisonous water gushed out from his mouth and nose, devouring the stump and flesh unscrupulously, and his cultivation was slowly growing.

He deliberately set aside the head and heart of the poison cultivator and collected them separately.

A carnival takes place in the dark.

"How does the owner look like an aphid in captivity by ants?"

Li Mo came to the outside of the main hall in a grand manner, and after reining in his breath, he looked at the absurd scene with his eyes.

"Hahaha."

Chen Xingshun couldn't stop laughing, his cultivation had already reached the consummation of the Dan period, and the expansion of his strength made his heart become distorted.

"Die, die."

He casually stabbed several poisonous cultivators to death, and the leaked spiritual power filled the hall.

"Huh?"

"Who?!!

Chen Xingshun looked at the door in astonishment, only to see a man leaning against the wall at some point, as if he had been watching the battle for a long time.

"The Elder ...... in the Lower Kam Hung Pavilion"

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo grinned, and there was an extra baby on his shoulder.

"Truly."

The Soul Eater Demon Infant opened its mouth, and the substantial suction force acted on the main hall, and one after another figures suddenly submerged into the mouthparts of the Yuan Infant.

Chen Xingshun only insisted on half a breath, and also stepped into the footsteps of poison cultivation.

Only the Confiner was still on the high platform, and there was not even a drop of blood left on the ground, which showed the horror of the Soul Eater Demon Baby's devouring.

"I've finally figured things out."

Li Mo walked towards the master, who was still unconsciously shouting hungry.

He did not take away the master, but poured tens of thousands of cancer cells into his body, and disappeared in Jinhong Pavilion in an instant.

It wasn't until the dawn of dawn that the Jinhong Pavilion found the main hall empty.

Jinhong Poison Cultivation didn't make a noise, but there was a small friction between the various confinement halls, obviously thinking that it was the action made by the rest of the confinement halls.

Li Mo began to burn corpses on a large scale in order to obtain the method.

(End of chapter)