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Is Lu Jiushang not afraid of this colorful poisonous mist, or does he want to die?

For a moment, Jian Chen was a little hesitant.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Jian Chen looked back, but it was Xiao Mohe.

"Take it. ”

Xiao Mohe's gaze was on Lu Jiushang's body, and he said lightly.

Brush-!

Even Xiao Mohe said the same, Jian Chen was no longer entangled, and the sky-patterned silver umbrella was brushed and retracted into the Qianfeng short stick.

Large swaths of multicolored poisonous mist reappeared in front of him, and because of the influence of the airflow driven by the umbrella, a large piece of it seemed to have been pulled by someone and rushed towards the three of them.

At this moment, Lu Jiushang's face, which had always been like a lost soul, suddenly changed, and he immediately shouted:

"Hey!"

His chest and abdomen suddenly deflated, and he leaned back again.

Jian Chen's complexion changed, and he was shocked to find that the multicolored poisonous mist that exploded because of Lu Mengluo was actually swallowed by Lu Jiushang's action as if he was taking a deep breath, and all of them were sucked into his mouth.

"Senior Lu!"

Jian Chen was shocked and anxious, wanting to stop Lu Jiushang, but he didn't know where to start.

That poisonous mist was so big that it could almost fill a room, and with such a large amount of poisonous mist, even if he had the help of the chaotic internal force, he didn't dare to inhale too much.

Martial artists refine skin, bones, and tendons, but who has heard that there is still kung fu in this world that can refine internal organs?

Just now, Lu Jiushang just spewed out a blood arrow mixed with a small amount of colorful poisonous mist, and the ground was burned straight like magma, and the strength of the toxicity could be seen.

However, now, this poisonous mist, which has a strong corrosive nature, has been completely inhaled into Lu Jiushang's body.

Even if he is known as the King of Thousand Snake Venom, I'm afraid he can't afford such poisonous corrosion, right?

Jian Chen turned his head sharply and looked at Xiao Mohe in confusion.

But he was surprised to see that Xiao Mohe's face had revealed sadness at some point, and feeling Jian Chen's gaze, he didn't say a word, just shook his head slightly.

After Lu Jiushang had absorbed all the poisonous mist, a flickering multicolored color appeared on his face again, and he looked miserable, but despite this, his mouth was tightly closed, as if he was afraid of overflowing a trace of poisonous mist.

"Father—!"

Lu Mengka, as the young master of the Spirit Snake Village, is also the person who knows Lu Jiushang's methods best, at this moment, he still doesn't know what Lu Jiushang is going to do, and suddenly let out a terrible cry, which is even worse than when his younger brother Lu Mengluo was blown to the ground.

Lu Jiushang turned his head and looked at the heart-rending Lu Mengka, with encouragement in his eyes and a reluctant parting, he only glanced at it, then turned back again, and didn't say a word after all.

Suddenly, his body shook, and the palm of his right hand, which was also colorful, trembled violently.

Visible to the naked eye, the flickering multicolored light on the face suddenly receded, not disappearing, but all the way down, like a receding tide to the body.

On the palm of his right hand, the multicolored light became more and more abundant, and there was no trace of multicolored color on Lu Jiushang's face, and when he became extremely gray, his right hand seemed to be no longer a fleshy palm, but a multicolored glass shining with dazzling brilliance!

Trembling, getting more and more intense, not only Lu Jiushang's right hand, but at this moment, his whole body was trembling strongly, his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and the black blood in the seven orifices was flowing.

"Senior Xiao, this ......"

Everyone could see Lu Jiushang's pain, and when there was blood surging in his seven orifices, Jian Chen couldn't hold back any longer, and looked at Xiao Mohe suspiciously.

"Old Lu ......" Xiao Mohe's eyes were flickering with tears, and he said softly: "He has died a long time ago." ”

Long dead?

Jian Chen was shocked when he heard this, he had already died, so who was the person standing in front of him now?

Xiao Mohe sighed secretly, shook his head again, but didn't say another half a word.

"Lu Jiushang. ”

Wu Hetai, who had not moved since an arrow killed Lu Mengluo, suddenly chuckled and said lightly to Lu Jiushang: "It's useless. ”

Useless?

What didn't work?

One said that Lu Jiushang was dead, and the other said that it was useless, in the end, what was Lu Jiushang doing?

With suspicion, Jian Chen looked at Lu Jiushang's still trembling body.

Suddenly, my eyes were full of brilliance.

This brilliance came from Lu Jiushang's right hand.

I saw that the colorful color on his right hand had also disappeared at this moment, and on the palm of his hand, which had turned gray in an instant, a butterfly two or three inches long suddenly appeared!

This is a blue butterfly with an emerald color, the head, chest, abdomen, and wings are all delicate, and even the pair of hair-thin antennae on the head are clearly visible, and the end is lifelike.

What's even more peculiar is that this butterfly with a whole body as green as jade, but the two pairs of wings exude colorful light, and the streamer is colorful, stabbing people's eyes for a while, in a trance, just like this butterfly is lazily flapping its wings, wanting to dance.

How can there be butterflies?

Just when Jian Chen was puzzled, Wu Hetai's hearty laughter came from afar:

"Bi Dieyin, Lu Jiushang, it seems that you also have ambitions for the Five Saints Altar. ”

Wu Hetai's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he looked at Lu Jiushang's palm, his greed grew.

Different from Wu Hetai's movedness, Lu Jiushang at this moment, from head to toe, from hair to eyes, except for the dazzling green butterfly in his hand, is already gray and white.

Jian Chen was standing beside him, but if he hadn't seen it with his eyes, he wouldn't have felt that there was a person standing next to him, a living person with life!

"Old Xiao ......" the lifeless Lu Jiushang ignored Wu Hetai's ridicule, he called Xiao Mohe, but he couldn't even turn his head to look at him, only a faint voice sounded intermittently from his mouth:

"My Spirit Snake Village...... I owe you a favor......"

Jian Chen could feel that Lu Jiushang had exhausted the last of his vitality in order to say this, and Xiao Mohe's body was obviously shaken when he heard these words.

Before he had time to recall the intention of Lu Jiushang's words, all of a sudden, he saw that Lu Jiushang's right palm seemed to be raised.

This action was imperceptible, but it was like a heavy hammer, smashing into everyone's hearts.

Bi Die, the Bi Butterfly with only colorful wings, actually flew up after he raised his palm slightly!

It's like a, a real butterfly!

Click!

Bi Die left his hand, and Lu Jiushang's dead body made a cracking sound, and his figure suddenly became shorter.

"Father—!"

Lumonka's knees weakened, and he fell to his knees suddenly, tears in the tiger's eyes like water from the lack of embankment, instantly wetting a large piece of his shirt on his chest.

The reason why the two pairs of wings of the butterfly flying brightly were colorful was because of the poisonous mist that Lu Jiushang had inhaled deeply into his body before.

Miao Jiang, and even the entire rivers and lakes, there are not many people who know the General Discipline of the Poison Sutra, and among these few people, there are less than one in a thousand people who know the true secret of the General Discipline of the Poison Sutra.