The middle-aged white-clothed disciple finally couldn't bear it anymore, and in the surprised gaze of everyone, his right hand gathered the true yuan power, and then slapped at his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Boom!

So everyone saw that the middle-aged white-clothed disciple's head burst open like a watermelon, and blood and brains splattered everywhere.

Some of the hapless monks were relatively close, and they were drenched in red and white human tissue on the spot.

Wow!

For a while, the unpleasant smell of filth came through the crowd, making everyone cover their noses.

"This..."

The onlookers were speechless for a moment.

"This..."

You Hua was stunned.

"Huh?"

The abnormality of everyone in the audience caused Shen Haokong's gaze, and when he saw the middle-aged white-clothed cultist with a headless corpse on the ground, his face suddenly gloomy.

Through the discussion of some monks, after Shen Haokong knew that it was Yang Fan who made a move, Shen Haokong's gaze at Yang Fan was even more unkind.

"You're distracted!"

Swish!

Just when Shen Haokong lost his mind, Si Xingwen's figure flashed, and when he came to Shen Haokong, there was a burst of sword light and sword shadow, Shen Haokong didn't notice it for a while, and a deep knife cut was cut on his chest.

Originally, he had just broken through the realm of the early stage of the division and merger, but now he was suddenly approached by Si Xingwen, how could he be stopped.

Soon, the two were separated from the engagement.

Tick tock...

The blood soaked Shen Haokong's clothes, and it couldn't stop dripping, dripping on the ground, making a rhythmic sound.

For cultivators, as long as it is not the loss of natal essence blood, even the ordinary blood of the whole body will not be a big problem.

Of course, the lower the strength of the monk, the more obvious the symptoms of excessive blood loss.

"Shen Haokong, you have changed, you are no longer my opponent, how about this battle end in a draw?"

As Shen Haokong's old opponent, Si Xingwen knew the gap between himself and Shen Haokong from the first hand of the battle. In order not to lose his face, Si Xingwen said so many words rarely.

However, when Si Xingwen's words were heard by Shen Haokong, he thought that Si Xingwen was mocking him, and he suddenly became angry.

"Hmph, Si Xingwen, don't think that you are a personal disciple of the deputy hall master of the Nine Star Hall, so you can be ashamed to speak up here. In terms of talent, I am by no means inferior to you!!"

After speaking, Shen Haokong roared, and his hands quickly pinched the magic technique.

Soon, everyone saw that in front of Shen Haokong, more than a dozen dark purple energy balls were condensed out of thin air.

Seeing this, Si Xingwen's brows furrowed deeply.

"It's out!"

In the crowd under the stage, a monk in blue clothes was short of breath, and his eyes were full of envy and admiration when he looked at Shen Haokong.

"What?"

Beside him was a monk in Tsing Yi who was obviously younger than him.

"It's the ghost ghost!"

The Bluefriar said excitedly.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

The monk in Tsing Yi was puzzled, and the monks who were close to him listened intently.

"This is a kind of poisonous skill that can only be practiced by the top level of the Phantom Poison Sect! Not even a single Yellow-clothed Sect cultivator has cultivated. ”

The Bluefriar's words only made the others more confused.

"Is this exercise very powerful? According to what you mean, didn't Shen Haokong secretly learn this exercise?"

Brother Tsing Yi said.

Many monks agreed, and agreed with the views of the monks in Tsing Yi.

"Huh!"

The Blue Friar sneered.

"No, it's quite the opposite. Shen Haokong has a high stature in the Poison Sect. According to the grapevine, the sect leader of the Phantom Poison Sect plans to train him to be the next sect leader, and in the future, of course, the sect leader will be able to cultivate the Phantom Poison Ghost Underworld Skill!"

"Fellow Daoist, I heard you say so much, what is the charm of this exercise, which makes you respect it so much?"

The monk in Tsing Yi wondered.

The blue-robed friar smiled, and the smug look was very obvious.

Seeing that the blue-clothed monk didn't speak for a long time, the green-clothed monk was a little anxious, this kind of appetizing thing is something that everyone can't help but want to know.

"Yes, fellow Daoist, you said that. ”

More and more onlookers were urging, and the blue-clothed monk finally spoke, seeing that he had already whetted his appetite.

"Do you know how the people of the Phantom Poison Sect cultivate?"

At this time, the bluefriar asked.

"How do we know how others cultivate? Otherwise, we will all learn from them!"

"That's it, fellow Daoist, you just said it quickly, hanging your appetite and holding back your panic. ”

There were more and more urgings around, and those monks were like seeing the three points of the red fruit *** dew at the critical moment, and they were suddenly blocked by a mosaic of key parts, which made people want to cut the person who put the mosaic with a thousand knives.

"Ahem!"

The blue-clothed monk coughed slightly, and said in a different tone.

"The people of the Phantom Poison Sect mainly cultivate through poison, or rather, they live on poison. Having cultivated through poisons for a long time, they are immune to some toxins, and even their true yuan power carries some toxins. If an ordinary person comes into contact with it, he will be poisoned instantly. And the high-level of the Ghost Poison Sect who have cultivated the Ghost Ghost Underworld Skill, this situation is even more obvious. ”

"After cultivating the ghost and ghost skills, you can also take the initiative to absorb poisons, cultivate to Mahayana, and invigate all kinds of poisons, every attack is full of toxins, and every breath you exhale is also highly poisonous. ”

"Shhh

Everyone gasped, and many people were a little moved and wanted to join the Phantom Poison Sect.

In the Five Sources Continent, it was rare to see a monk who specialized in using poisons, and this kind of monk who took the edge of the sword was even rarer than the demon cultivator.

Generally, this kind of cultivation method would be called poison cultivation.

The so-called demon cultivation refers to the practice of cultivating more evil exercises, and the things you do are also more evil. The most obvious characteristic of a demon monk is that his whole body exudes a disgusting and evil aura. Although he is not a demon clan, many forces in the Wuyuan Continent have unanimously classified demon cultivation into the demon clan, and everyone will be punished.

Soon, more than a dozen dark purple energy balls condensed from poison quickly smashed towards Si Xingwen.

Those dark purple poison balls were very fast, and they came to Si Xingwen in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Si Xingwen stabbed at the nearest poison ball.

However, just as Si Xingwen raised the scimitar and was about to swing it, a feeling of paralysis suddenly came from his right hand, and to his surprise, this paralysis feeling became stronger and stronger.

"Not good!"

Vaguely guessing something, Si Xingwen's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly pulled back.

Just after Si Xingwen left the place, the five dark purple poison balls that arrived first slammed down, and a large amount of lilac poison filled the air, accompanied by the splash of some venom.

Snort!

A drop of venom splashed onto the blade of Si Xingwen's scimitar, and this six-star level magic weapon was rapidly corroded by that small drop of venom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bang dang!

Si Xingwen showed a surprised expression.

Yang Fan looked over and saw that Si Xingwen's scimitar with a diameter of one meter was broken from the middle, not broken to be precise, but corroded and pierced, and the remaining knife head fell directly to the ground.