Escape Journey(38)

Moreover, in the eyes of the real masters of using poison, once their poisonous skills and poisonous techniques are used, they will definitely be able to make contributions, so why bother to use this poison to disperse?

It's like saying that if a person is killed once and dies, and you kill him ten or eight times in a row, do you really think that if you do such a thing, others will not think that you are sick or not?

Therefore, the real market for the dispersion of poison is in the hands of some low-level cultivators of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Because, those low-level monks, whether they are cultivating themselves or using poisonous methods, are still just pediatric and ordinary.

In this way, there is a market.

Or when going out on a mission, or walking alone in the rivers and lakes, in order to increase the power of one's own poison skills, especially the power of some chronic poison techniques and poison skills, once it is cast, if you can add a little more and a little bit of poison to keep up, hehehe, then it is almost foolproof.

However, with the gradual improvement of these people's cultivation and poison skills, gradually, Ying Poison Scatter will eventually become a chicken-like existence.

After getting the level of Zhao Qing, especially Wang Zhan, it is no exaggeration to say that this kind of thing should be poisoned, not to mention that it is usually useful, and it is simply impossible to think about it again.

But there is an exception to everything, isn't it?

Now Zhao Jing and Mrs. Yun, a weak woman, have been dormant here for a long time with so many dozens of female dependents, it can be said that except for her, everyone here is a low-level minor cultivator.

In order to guide and improve everyone's poison skills at any time every day, Mrs. Yun has a lot of jade on her body, but it is very coincidental that she has a large bag of poison scattered at any time.

In this way, Mrs. Yun will deliberately try to fight Wang Zhan's qi armor, and then take the initiative to shoot Wang Zhan with both palms in a way that is beyond her strength.

Do you think, if you see Wang Zhan unloading his armor, you will jump into the pool water first. If you want others not to be suspicious, I'm afraid that you have to meet a super-first-class mentally handicapped!

And with all his palms blasted out, and then with the power of Wang Zhan's shock, he sprinkled the water in a grand and chic manner, which is much more natural, isn't it?

The reason why you have to enter the water is because, with Wang Zhan's cultivation and knowledge, he will not stand in place and watch you put a bag of poison powder on top of your head, and use the pool water. Haha, everything is reasonable again.

At that moment of entering the water, Mrs. Yun had already taken out a whole packet of Ying Poison Powder in the jade without hitting it, and with the stirring of the pool water, it was just a matter of moments, it was completely integrated into the pool water.

Immediately, the water in this pool was very different.

Then, it's raining, and it's Wang Zhan's trick!

......

"I'm going to kill you!" Wang Zhan hissed. Taking advantage of the fact that the poison of the three monarchs in his body had not yet fully exploded, he took up his whole body cultivation, and shone Mrs. Yun's "boom boom" in the air, and split out three palms in a row.

Suddenly. The three winds are gone!

Mrs. Yun didn't dare to take it hard, so she flew and flashed.

In the first palm, Mrs. Yun flashed, "Boom". The wind hit the bottom of the pool, and the mud splashed, and suddenly a big hole was made.

Second palm. Mrs. Yun avoided it again, "boom", and the wind hit the courtyard wall, and a piece of rubble and rotten bricks fell.

In the third palm, Mrs. Yun's entire body has leaped to another courtyard wall, and she can escape when she turns over, but she can't dodge anymore, "bang", this palm is right in her vest.

You must know that this is Wang Zhan's three palms under the intersection of anger and anger, it is difficult to say that he has learned everything in his life, at least it is also a condensation of his murderous and angry heart.

Suddenly, "Wow-" Mrs. Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person had fallen from the wall.

Wang Zhan's figure flickered, and he wanted to chase him out.

"Old thief, stop!" the three female dependents flew up and stabbed Wang Zhan with his sword.

"Looking for death!" Wang Zhan blasted out another palm in the air, "Bang," the three of them were bombarded to the slag before they could get there.

After all, how could the three Xuanqi period minor cultivators withstand the merciless blow of the old monster of the Spirit Sacrifice Period, the gap between them is simply unreasonable.

"What a thief!" two more female dependents were not afraid of death, and pounced on them fitly.

"Mole ant, lead to death!" Wang Zhan punched out casually.

"Bang-"

"Ahh

"It's not good, how can these two people still have a whole corpse!"

He was not allowed to think about it anymore, Juan'er and the other two female companions were already flying here - the thoughts of the three female protectors can be described as strong!

"Brush brush brush" turned out to be three swords together, and then, Juan'er and the others were ready to be photographed by them and fly to Huangquan together.

For the sake of Mrs., why be afraid of death!

"Farewell, ma'am. Juan'er thought silently in her heart.

"Bang," Wang Zhan threw another punch, but it was only able to block a round of stabs from the three of them.

"Huh?" The three people who had closed their eyes and were ready to accept death calmly were stunned, and they reopened their eyes in disbelief.

"Ah!" Wang Zhan panicked, turned his head and left.

"Where to escape?" Juan'er was the first to react, and chased after her sword, but she was even more surprised to find that a dignified old monster in the sacrificial period couldn't escape three or five steps, and he had been caught up from behind.

"Look at the move!" Juan'er stabbed out with a sword in Wang Zhan's back.

Wang Zhan saw that he couldn't dodge, so he had to turn around and take a block with his left arm.

"Ah!" This time, it was Wang Zhan's turn to cry out miserably. The left arm, which was originally like copper pouring iron, was cut off by Juan'er's sword.

"Restore the three monarchs!" Wang Zhan gasped and exclaimed unwillingly.

"Die!" cried out the women.

"Poof, poof" The other two women handed out two swords, and unexpectedly they all pierced through Wang Zhan's chest and penetrated his back.

"Restore the three monarchs?" Juan'er suddenly rejoiced, and said, "It's Madame's Restoration Sanjun!"

The whole person was already running towards the courtyard wall like flying.

......

In the courtyard, on the relatively clean platform in front of the hall, Mrs. Yun was lying weakly in Juan'er's arms, her face like gold paper and her breath like a gossamer.

In the entire Zhuangzi, there are only four people left alive now, including Mrs. Yun.

Wang Zhan died, and the masters of the shapeshifting demon clan he brought were either poisoned to death, or were restored to the three monarchs and broke their cultivation, and they were killed by Juan'er and the other three daughters.

The courtyard was a mess, and the corpses and flesh were everywhere, making people cry and vomit.

"Help me, I...... Get up. Mrs. Yun said suddenly.

"Yes, ma'am. Juan'er choked back tears and carefully helped Mrs. Yun to sit up.

"Cough, cough" Mrs. Yun coughed twice, and two balls of thick blood mixed with broken internal organs gushed out, and Juan'er hurriedly took a handkerchief and gently wiped it off.

"The hall ...... Painting!" Mrs. Yun came from her heart, and vomited out another mouthful of thick blood.

"Madam, it's all gone, it's all ruined. However, as long as you are still there, madam, we, we ......" Juan'er couldn't help choking.

Mrs. Yun turned a deaf ear and said in a daze: "The painting is gone, Brother Yun is gone, I, I'm ...... Brother Yun, I'm coming to you. ”

The three girls wept loudly, and they didn't know how to persuade each other for a while.

"Brother Yun, I, I'm right, I'm sorry for you, my son is gone, and now, painting, painting ......" Mrs. Yun coughed violently, and every time she coughed, she brought out a thick blood.

"Madame, what did you say, but this painting?" said a voice. (To be continued.) )