Hearing this, Huangfu Yanran's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly replied: "Poison Immortal senior, the younger generation has a sister who has been poisoned and is still unconscious, and I want the seniors to assist in detoxification."

"Detoxification? The old man is just a poison fairy, he can only poison, how can he detoxify" The old man refused extremely ruthlessly.

"That's the world's misunderstanding of you, the predecessors of the poison immortal didn't come to poison people, but just used poison to save people," Huangfu Yanran hurriedly added.

"Little girl, you are very good at talking, it's a pity, you came to play a little, the old man only sealed the knife a few days ago, and decided not to use poison again, even if it is to save people, it will not be turned on again" The hard-working old man seems to have some illusions of old age.

"Senior, I hope you can save her" Huangfu Yanran stepped forward and knelt at his feet.

The poison doctor looked at the emperor at his feet and shook his head helplessly: "If you come a few days earlier, you say it's you, even if this kid comes once, Lao Tzu will go out for a walk, but now the old man is really powerless."

This statement has been said perfectly, even Huangfu Yanran clearly knows that there is no room for things to turn back.

"But.... The old man has some prescriptions for curing toxins here, if you go to search and find an antidote, go back and get it yourself, whether it is effective, the old man does not dare to guarantee whether it is effective" Just when both of them almost felt hopeless, the old man turned around again and pointed out to them one of the huts.

The two immediately rushed inside and began a search that lasted for several days.

In the past few days, both Huangfu Yanran and Lin Zhize have forgotten to sleep and eat, trying to remember all the recipes there.

This is to find a recipe again, and it is clear that the poison fairy intends to teach them medical skills.

When they came out of the hut, the poison fairy stared at them and said, "Fang Zi, you have found it, just leave quickly, the old man has set up a poison realm here, and soon this place will be sealed, no one will find this place again, and there will be no more poisonous immortals in the world."

After saying that, he got up very lonely and walked into the hut.

Lin Zhize stared at his back and asked, "Senior sister, do you know why the poison doctor lives in seclusion here."

Huangfu shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"But I once saw an incident in the palace in a classic book in the fairy palace, legend has it that decades ago, it was still the reign of the old emperor, there was a major poisoning incident in the fairy city, and in just ten days, tens of thousands of people died, and finally that incident led to many immortal officials being dismissed and investigated."

Lin Zhize nodded slightly and said, "Maybe that's why he wants to seal his name as a poison doctor."

The two stopped talking to each other, stared at the valley that was gradually becoming covered with thick fog, and turned away.

Hey?

Over here!

Traceless frowned slightly, he was really a little surprised to see everything in his eyes.

Could this be happening inside the Gate of Heaven?

This is clearly a woman's boudoir.

A variety of colors of silk delicately decorate the space, as well as some women's items, as well as a huge bed.

At this time, there was a huge incense sachet placed somewhere, and wisps of fragrance came from the front.

It smells so good!

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, the tip of his nose twitched, and he could see that his face was intoxicated, and he must be dishonest in his heart.

Peng!

A long knife shot straight out and stuck it in the sachet with a buzzing sound.

The mad knife body fell to the ground, staring at the void and sneering: "Mo Sanniang, come out."

The Blade Eye wandered around and finally landed in the southeast direction.

At this time, a woman dressed in a colorful xia dress landed vividly in mid-air.

She danced the guqin with one hand, pulled out a magic weapon with the other, and kept swaying in the air.

Yanran is a dancer.

It's just that the magic weapon fluctuated, but it surged like a tide, forcing the mad knife and the old man to retreat one after another.

Eventually, they both retreated to the side of the Traceless.

That Mo Sanniang shook her dress slightly, floated to the ground, and a pair of jade fingers gently stirred the strings and said: "No man has been here in the slave family for a long time, where is the divine manifestation today, three of them came at once."

Xuanyuan Wuxian has been looking at Mo Sanniang all the time, only to see that she has a melon seed face, her eyebrows are very thin and pointed, and her eyes are not big, but they are extremely focused, especially when she smiles, there seems to be a special charm in her eyes.

Overall, she can be called a beauty, but she is not a country and a city.

The mad knife took a step forward, stared at her and said, "Mo Sanniang, you don't come to this set, Lao Tzu doesn't eat your set, hurry up and get out of the way, Lao Tzu is going to Tianmen."

Mo Sanniang barely opened her eyes to glance at him, still staring at Wuxian and said: "What are you, there is a martial artist here to speak, let this little scholar with beautiful eyebrows say a few words."

It was a little embarrassing to be stared at by Mo Sanniang without a trace, the old man took advantage of the situation to go out, met Mo Sanniang's eyes and said: "Little brother is thin-skinned, Mo Sanniang, you have to find someone to chat, and the old man will accompany you."

The old man's white eyebrows stirred, and he was no worse than Mo Sanniang at all.

Mo Sanniang snorted coldly: "Old immortal, get out, how can Mo Sanniang allow a mere Xuan Immortal to speak in front of him."

The old man smiled and said, "The little brother only has to build a foundation and cultivate, which is not as good as the old man."

Mo Sanniang sneered: "He is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, you must know that the power of the red devil in his body is enough to kill you eight times."

Mo Sanniang broke the power of her cultivation of demons with a single word. This made Traceless feel horrified.

"You are talking nonsense, the little brother is a person of the Immortal Dao, how can he cultivate magic power" The old man stared at her angrily.

But Mo Sanniang was still staring at herself, and there seemed to be an inexplicable meaning in her eyes and said, "What's the matter?

Without a trace thought about it, he still stepped out, bowed to Mo Sanniang and said, "What Senior Mo said is right, he has indeed cultivated the power of the demon in his lower body."

Mo Sanniang giggled: "A foundation building cultivator who is both immortal and demonic can be described as unprecedented."

Wuji's expression was embarrassed, and he could only bite the bullet and say: "The immortal demon technique is just a symbol, but in fact, it is all derived from the way of heaven."

Mo Sanniang nodded slightly and said: "All of them are derived from the Heavenly Dao, just based on your words, I, Mo Sanniang, am willing to make friends with your little brother."

Mo Sanniang's tone was extremely ambiguous, and her cheeks were hot when she heard it, and she hurriedly took a step back.

Seeing this, Mo Sanniang immediately looked up to the sky and smiled, and the old man only frowned at that posture.

After a while, Mo Sanniang stopped laughing sluttily, stared at Wuxian and said: "I don't need you to defeat the old lady, as long as you can listen to my three tunes and keep your composure and walk over, then Mo Sanniang will never stop you."

Without a trace didn't expect Mo Sanniang to be so easy to speak, but the mad knife rushed over directly, pointed his finger at her and shouted: "You ghost woman, don't lie to the master, your requiem is the most vicious spell in the world, the little brother is still underage, how can he be affected by you..."

Maybe the mad knife was ashamed to speak, so he didn't talk anymore.

Mo Sanniang's extremely hearty laughter spread to every angle, "Crazy knife, don't you try it."

At this time, Traceless also saw from the nervous expression of the crazy knife that Mo Sanniang's piano sound was weird.

But he still didn't believe it, and he couldn't stop her three tunes with meditation.

So he took a step forward, patted the knife on the shoulder and said, "I'll listen to her three songs, at least you don't have to work hard."

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Wuxian shook his head to stop him from continuing: "What kind of tune, it's a big deal that I have blocked the six senses, so why worry about it."

The mad knife was dumbfounded, and he could only take a step back, but the worry on his face did not decrease, but increased.

Without a trace came to within ten zhang of Mo Sanniang, and then crossed her knees on the ground and began to prepare to enjoy her three guqin songs.

Mo Sanniang stared at Traceless Cheeks for a moment and said, "Little brother, Mo Sanniang doesn't take advantage of you, you better block the six senses first, otherwise you won't be able to stand a single song."

Wuxian frowned slightly, and in the end, he still blocked the three senses, he still didn't believe in Mo Sanniang, in case the six senses were occluded. She took the opportunity to sneak attack herself and others, wouldn't she even have a chance to escape.

Seeing this, Mo Sanniang no longer reminded her, and the person had already walked to a square table, placed the guqin on the coffee table, and began to stroke the qin.

Jingle bell....

The sound of this song is tactful and soft, and it is simply a fairy sound in the world.

Traceless doesn't hear anything strange at all, but rather provokes enjoyment.

With that music, Traceless felt happy physically and mentally, as if he was going through another musical story, and gradually entered with the melody.

At first, Traceless just reveled in the melody, and then soon a sense of picture came to mind.

It was a carefree mythical world, in which food and clothing were worry-free, everything you wanted, and living was a paradise with beautiful surroundings and clear air.

The whole illusion is like a fairyland on earth, which is intoxicating. Gradually, without a trace seemed to enter the life of that phantom realm, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed like years, decades, or even centuries had passed. It wasn't until he felt a little lonely, a little lonely, that he seemed to realize that something was missing in this phantom realm. Something that made him squeeze out loneliness.

As soon as this thought came to him, some fairies fell from the sky, and they were all so beautiful that they could not see how beautiful they really were without a trace.

They first accompanied them to swim away from the mountains and rivers, and then they danced for themselves and served their own food.

Gradually, Xuanyuan accepted their service naturally, and at this time, the fairies began to approach him more unscrupulously, and even became a little debauched.

The movements and actions made Traceless feel as if a volcano was about to erupt in his body.

From this moment on, there seemed to be a warning sign in his mind, a vigilance that had been buried deep in his heart.

However, all these efforts only lasted for a quarter of an hour, and then his eyes were a little confused, and his whole consciousness seemed to be controlled by some kind of force.

Xuanyuan wanted to struggle, but seemed to be suppressed by a certain setting.

Eventually, he will sink and be unable to extricate himself from his own hopes.

At this moment, a Zen voice sounded, and then he remembered the meditation technique of the old monk who crossed the demons.

So I meditated on my heart, but this time I tried and tested meditation again and again, and this time it didn't have any effect.

The strange vision still broke through his mind.

At this moment, without a trace, he finally understood that what the mad knife said was right, and no one in the world could resist Mo Sanniang's three songs.

This is only the first song, and the meditation technique has already failed.

Traceless struggled in frustration, and the volcano in his body seemed to be on the verge of erupting, and once it erupted, his self-consciousness would also be annihilated.

This is the hell of desire, the true world of self-sinking.

Traceless knows this very well, and knows the horror of what he is experiencing right now.

Without a trace, he tried to suppress his inner emotions and try to settle down.

But the song burrowed into his soul like an awl, giving him no respite.

Seeing this, Traceless was about to give up resistance, but at this moment, an old voice said: "If you don't follow the right path, your heart has already been invaded by demons, and at this time, it is even more evil spirits to confuse your heart, and you are incorrigible."

The one who spoke was the white-bearded old man, that is, half an Immortal Ancestor.

"Senior, I just can't cultivate the power of the demon that I can't cultivate, so I can't cultivate" Traceless struggled to hold up a trace of spiritual wisdom and stared at the white light.

The white-bearded old man said: "That's all excuses, if you are dedicated to the right path, how can you not be crossed."

Traceless sighed helplessly: "Even so, I know that I am wrong, and I hope that my predecessors will save me."

The white-bearded old man pondered for a long time before he said: "The old man is powerless to save you, only you are the only one who saves you.

With that, the white-bearded old man had disappeared.

The old guy didn't know if he was deliberately pretending to be a ghost, and after saying that, he turned into that half-dead man.

Traceless tasted those few words, and suddenly his eyes lit up, could it be that he said that he was congenital.

As soon as he thought of this, he began to operate the innate qi in his body.

With the wisps of golden air swirling, sure enough, his original chaotic consciousness gradually became clearer.

After that, he felt a mysterious spirituality that was unprecedented.

Neither the extradimensional nor the six senses had ever sensed its existence before.

This time, Traceless not only sensed it, but also ingested a large amount of innate qi from it.

As that innate qi merged into his body, a huge golden air flow swept out.

Xuanyuan Wuxian consciousness instantly sobered up, not only that, but he also felt that the innate Gang Qi in his body had broken through the signs of foundation building.

Uncanny. Surprise.

Isn't there no more innate qi in the world to build a foundation for cultivation, but why can you break through the foundation building and cultivate?

Xuanyuan Wuxian was shocked, but also extremely excited. After all, not being able to break through the foundation building period has always bothered me.

Even if the power of the Demon was cultivated to the Second Body Tribulation, it still couldn't make him truly a cultivator.

Peng screamed, and his brain produced colorful flowers. Then he felt a realization that he had never felt before.

The foundation was built.

His body immediately sent out a lot of filthy things, and after that, his innate qi changed from breath to spiritual power.

Innate strength.

A kind of pure power that has long been lost in antiquity.

Xuanyuan Traceless's hands swirled, and the golden power was like a newborn little sun.

illuminated the void, and also illuminated Mo Sanniang who was playing the qin opposite.

What is it?

Mo Sanniang had been stunned by the kid on the other side several times, first realizing that he could wake up from his own music, and then seeing that this kid was building his own foundation.

What was even more surprising was that this kid's breakthrough to build the foundation turned out to be congenital.

Mo Sanniang understood for a moment why this kid could resist his own music.

Innate strength.