Yang Junshan suddenly plotted, Lan Ying couldn't dodge, and was broken by his stone cone, not to mention the talisman supernatural power, and pierced her left arm in one fell swoop.

Lan Ying thought that she would not be able to take advantage of the fight any longer, so she immediately decided to retreat.

Yang Junshan obviously didn't expect the other party to retreat so resolutely, you must know that just now Qingfeng Zhenren also yelled that he had been poisoned, and the barbarian monk Lao Poison also really rushed to Yang Junshan's side to help.

Lan Ying retreated more than 100 zhang away in one fell swoop, and Yang Junshan couldn't catch up, but he heard the roar of Qingfeng Zhenren from the other side: "If you want to leave, where is it so easy?"

Yang Junshan immediately stopped trying to chase the witch monk again, and as soon as he turned around, he flew towards the position of Qingfeng Zhenren and the old poison fighting method.

"Old poison go away, that one also passed towards you!"

Lan Ying saw Yang Junshan's actions and immediately reminded him, and at the same time, he was separated from Yang Junshan by a certain distance, and also ran towards the position of the big battle to respond.

When Yang Junshan arrived, he saw that Qingfeng Zhenren's face was blue, obviously he was already poisonous, but for some reason, it didn't affect his combat strength, but instead looked like a mad tiger, desperately stopping the old poison.

The barbarian monk Lao Poison talked about the strength of the head-on battle, naturally far inferior to the Qingfeng Zhenren, and what he relied on was just an unstoppable poison magic power.

Before Yang Junshan arrived, the old poison had already heard the reminder of the witch monk Lan Ying, but he was also reminded by Qingfeng Zhenren, who was poisoned by the old poison and suffered such a big loss, of course he refused to give up.

The moment Yang Junshan appeared, the "snake twist" flew out of his hand and wrapped around the old poison's body.

Seeing with his own eyes how the previous Demon Xiu Jia He died tragically after being imprisoned by Yang Junshan, the old poison was naturally very interested in Yang Junshan's rope, and hurriedly sacrificed a long whip made of cartilage from the cartilage of an unknown desolate beast in his hand, and the two magic weapons were suddenly twisted in mid-air.

Yang Junshan missed a blow, but he also restrained the old poison's magic weapon, Qingfeng Zhenren took advantage of the situation to attack, and a spiritual weapon magic weapon in his hand The wind wheel rotated in mid-air, with a sharp whistle, circling around the old poison's body, once he saw a flaw, he rushed straight forward.

The talisman qi supported by the old poison couldn't stop the rapid cutting of the wind wheel at all, and he often needed to use other magical powers again to repel it.

Seeing Yang Junshan's move, the witch Lan Ying also rushed forward to prepare to meet the old poison to break through, she knew very well in her heart that at this time, the old poison alone could not break through on its own, and the Wu clan has always had a good relationship with the barbarians, although this operation has failed, but before Lan Ying was able to take the lead in organizing five common monks of different races, it was inseparable from the strong support of the old poison, so it was reasonable that she could not leave the old poison and leave alone.

Yang Junshan's backhand finger popped out in the air, and with a buzzing "Zheng", Lan Ying's witchcraft long hook was crooked by Yang Junshan's stone crushing technique, and he suddenly lost his accuracy.

After Lan Ying was injured by Yang Junshan, her strength could only be exerted eighty percent, but she was a clever person, after seeing Yang Junshan's strength before, she knew that if she rushed up, she would not be able to take advantage of Yang Junshan's hands at all, so she simply cruised around the periphery, and when Yang Junshan came to help Qingfeng Zhenren, she also made a move to disturb her, but when Yang Junshan turned around and aimed at her, the witch always kept a certain distance from him, and immediately turned around and fled.

Yang Junshan was so tired of being harassed back and forth by this person, but he was helpless about it, but fortunately, at this time, Qingfeng Zhenren had completely gained the upper hand, although Yang Junshan could not participate in the siege, but occasionally there would be one or two supernatural powers to help, and the situation of the old poison was still precarious.

Yang Junshan could see that Qingfeng Zhenren's magic weapon wind wheel was obviously specially made for the inheritance of the supernatural powers he cultivated, although Qingfeng Zhenren claimed to be a loose cultivator, but in this way, he could be matched with the inheritance of the exercises and supernatural powers he cultivated, and his own strength was extremely strong, it was obvious that this person was either lying, but in fact he was a disciple of a great sect, or he was left behind by his predecessors and was fortunate to get a complete and rigorous inheritance.

Lan Ying was able to contain Yang Junshan and had reached the limit, on the other hand, Qingfeng Zhenren continued to exert force, a wind wheel broke several magical powers of the old poison, and the magic weapon of the old poison was entangled by Yang Junshan's "snake twist" from time to time, and finally one was careless, and was caught by the Qingfeng Zhenren, and the wind wheel whistled past, cutting off the old poison's left leg below the knee.

The old poison screamed in pain, and the blood spurting out of the wound on his left leg suddenly turned into a puff of black-red blood mist, and he rushed towards Yang Junshan with his teeth and claws.

The old venomous gaze was fierce, and he suddenly pointed at the severed half of the calf, and the brute pattern on the calf suddenly flashed with a faint light, and then those ornaments spun rapidly as if they had been turned around.

Yang Junshan instinctively sensed the danger, and saw the strange black and red blood mist rushing in, and hurriedly shouted: "It's not good, retreat!"

This time, there is no need for Yang Junshan to say more, Qingfeng Zhenren, who has already suffered a loss, retreated with Yang Junshan without saying a word, and a loud noise came from the position where the half-amputated leg was before, countless blood rain splashed, and the thigh-thick branches were directly pierced, and after the hole, there was a "snort" sound on the branches, and the hole was still expanding under the corrosion of blood foam.

Yang Junshan and Qingfeng Zhenren had already withdrawn dozens of zhang away, avoiding the powerful corrosive blood rain, and when the two of them returned to the distance, Lan Ying and the old poison had already disappeared.

Yang Junshan looked at Qingfeng Zhenren's dark face that was soaked in poison, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you okay with the poison on your body?"

Qingfeng Zhenren stretched out his hand in front of him, and a ray of water pulled away, forming a water mirror, reflecting his shadow in the water.

"!" Qingfeng Zhenren saw himself in the water mirror, and burst into a foul mouth on the spot, saying, "Now, I'm afraid it won't take three or five months to expel the toxin." ”

Qingfeng Zhenren obviously also has a unique way to deal with toxins, and Yang Junshan didn't want to ask too much, so he said: "This time, since Daoyou has a way to expel the poison, then I will leave here." ”

"I'm not busy, I want to ask Daoyou for a small favor. ”

"What?" Yang Junshan turned his head suspiciously.

"Fellow Daoist, please come with me?" said Qingfeng Zhenren as he walked not far from the canopy.

At this time, the giant peach tree on the top of the Red Mist Mountain had already withered, and only one dead tree remained, and the originally lush canopy looked as if it had suddenly come to winter.

Yang Junshan groaned slightly, but still followed behind Qingfeng Zhenren, and after turning a mess of dead branches, a branch with waist thickness appeared in front of the two of them.

This branch looks extremely special, because compared with other branches that have withered, this branch is scorched black, and it looks like it should have been subjected to heavenly fire, but what is really strange is that the surface of the branch that has been scorched by heavenly fire has a faint and bright texture, and even after staring at this piece of scorched wood for a long time, there is actually a strong stinging pain in his eyes, Yang Junshan's spiritual sense does not even need to perceive it, he knows that this piece of scorched wood contains huge energy.

Yang Junshan was about to move forward, but the Qingfeng real person next to him had already stopped, and the two of them looked at this piece of scorched wood from a distance of seven or eight zhang.

"Millennial lightning strikes peach?"

Yang Junshan's exclamation seemed to make Qingfeng Zhenren very satisfied.

"You fought that old poison because you found it?"

Qingfeng Zhenren nodded and said, "Yes, if you weren't too happy to find this half of the thunder wood at that time, how could you fall into the path of that barbarian monk." ”

"Then you called ...... to come down?"

Now that Lan Ying and Lao Poison have been repelled by the two extraterritorial cultivators, it stands to reason that as long as Qingfeng Zhenren doesn't say it, it will definitely be his thing, but now that he has called Yang Junshan over, what ......

"I won't tell you, all around this are the poisonous traps laid by the barbarian monks, and I just took a step forward, and when I stepped on a trap, it has become what it is now, and I want to use the power of my Taoist friends to jointly break the poisonous traps around here, as for this thousand-year-old thunder wood, how about you and I divide it equally?"

Such a stout section of thousand-year-old thunder wood, it seems that it must be a treasure level of spiritual materials, if it falls into the hands of a real refining master, at least two treasures can be produced, and the remaining leftovers can be fully utilized, and then a few small spiritual weapons can be made.

Yang Junshan was naturally warm-hearted, but he knew that although the demon calamity was raging in the early stage of the great changes in heaven and earth, but in the later stage, it was races such as the demon clan and the Shura blood clan that were even more troubled, and the thunder attribute supernatural powers and magic weapons were extremely obvious to their restraint.

Although Yang Junshan does not have the inheritance of thunder attribute supernatural powers, if he has a thunder attribute magic weapon at hand, it also has a strong deterrent power for cultivators such as demon cultivators and blood cultivators.

By the way, it is necessary to add some monks among the barbarians such as the old poison who practice poisonous powers, and the thunder magic power is just to the yang, and the restraint of this kind of magic power is the worst, and the old poison only has a poisonous trap around this section of thunder wood, and it is not taken directly, the main reason is that he himself can't get close to this half of the thunder wood, and he should have wanted to use the power of the witch Lan Ying, but unexpectedly, the incident happened suddenly, and in the end the two were defeated, but this thing fell into the hands of Yang Junshan and Qingfeng Zhenren.

Although Yang Junshan has a strong ability to avoid drugs, he can't afford to risk himself, so he directly released the "snake twist" and tried to splice the thunder wood off the peach wood.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Zhenren hurriedly reminded Yang Junshan that something was wrong, and just within the range of the snake twist that had just entered the five zhang range of Lei Mu, several wisps of poisonous smoke were entangled, and what was even more terrifying was that these poisonous smokes were actually corroding a wisp of spiritual consciousness in Yang Junshan's spiritual weapon snake twist.

Yang Junshan endured a tingling pain in his head, and said angrily: "There's no way, burn, all the dead branches and leaves around Lei Mu are counted." ”