"But ......"

"But what? Xiao Hei, you remember, even if he can really refine the antidote, the word Shura, he can't stand it, understand?"

The judge put his hands behind him, slowly walked to the door of the main hall, stared at the two-foot-high black tripod for a long time, and said in amazement: "Only this can be described as Shura, but in this world, I am afraid that no one will ever make such an artifact again." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Thank you for your advice, Xiao Hei has benefited a lot, and I wrote it down. Hei Wuchang kowtowed respectfully to the judge.

"Alas, that's it, that's it, although the old man is three thousand years older than you, but he is not as old as you imagined, you have never talked about this matter, Yan Jun and his old man naturally will not know, you go back to work as an errand quickly." After the judge finished speaking, his body gradually retreated in the darkness.

Hei Wuchang stood up, touched the deadly black sickle behind him, and said with a wry smile: "Isn't it just a name? What is the origin of Da Ding, is there a demon more powerful than Yan Jun in this netherworld?"

......

Lan Feng's arm was grabbed by Yan Jun, and he deliberately wanted to break free, but his mana was limited, not only did it not have any effect, but his arm hurt even more.

However, this feeling didn't last long, and soon, as soon as Yan Jun's hand was released, before Lan Feng could react, his body fell directly from mid-air and fell to the ground.

Rubbing his buttocks, when he looked up, he was surrounded by the trunks of trees that had dried up in spring and autumn.

"You're fine. Yan Jun looked at the leaves pressed under him, pinched a small trick in his hand, and pointed lightly at the branch of the big tree.

The big tree, which looked to have run out of oil, first grew green leaves, and the leaves were fleeting, and at that moment, it bloomed. The miserable white, the shape, is also very simple, one by one round, a bit like the kind of paper money scattered on the dead.

"Since you are not afraid of the poison of the leaves, try this flower. Yan Jun's voice was still there, but his figure had disappeared.

The wind struck, and at this moment, the white dark paper on the tree began to fall rapidly, and a large piece fell on the top of Lan Feng's head, down his cheeks, and on the bleak ground.

The autumn wind was bleak, the white paper floated, and the young man in black sprayed a mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground.

This tree blooms once in 500 years and bears fruit once in 10,000 years, and the fruit is the most poisonous thing in the Netherworld, and it can also be regarded as the most powerful poison in the whole world.

However, although the flower is second, it is also incurable.

Originally, the flowering period was approaching, and Yan Jun simply didn't do anything, just scrapped a hundred years of cultivation and let it bloom in advance.

However, a hundred years can be regarded as a drop in the bucket for the immortal Yan Jun, and it is not worth mentioning.

"If you have the ability, you will naturally not die like this, and if you unfortunately die tragically, my underworld is just one more unjust soul. Yan Jun was in the barrier that concealed his breath, his expression was cold.

Lan Feng felt his chest dull, and even breathing was difficult, his entire body lay flat in the thick pile of leaves, while the white dark flowers continued to fall one by one, covering his terrifying and hideous expression.

"Master, it seems that you can't fully believe your words, no, in order to help you upgrade that Gu worm, the apprentice's life will be on the line, my sister...... Sister, cough ......" Lan Feng coughed up a mouthful of black blood, a bruise on his head burst out, grabbed a handful of underworld soil in his hand, and said unwillingly: "She can't die." ”

Perhaps it was the intense pain in his body that invaded his senses, but he didn't realize that the Gu worms in the dantian had begun to wander around frantically in his veins.

The flowers are still falling, and when the last white flower on the tree slowly falls, this tree, which will dry up as long as it senses a little unfamiliar breath, is back and leafy again.

Hei Wuchang had returned to this place at this time, staring at the white flowers that were turning yellow little by little all over the ground, shook his head sympathetically, and said to himself: "Every time a flower blooms from spring to autumn, the mortal world will encounter a once-in-a-century catastrophe, and in a short time, there will be thousands of souls to open the way for you, this is already a thick burial, you rest in peace." ”

As soon as he took one step, the earth suddenly shook violently, and a bunch of green leaves fell from the trees, falling on the yellowed flowers, and withered in an instant.

And Yan Jun, who had hidden his breath, suddenly frowned.

Hei Wuchang looked at the tree and said incredulously: "Spring has gone to autumn and has it borne fruit?"

"How can this be?" Yan Jun's body appeared, and he walked under the tree, and was about to take a closer look, when suddenly a strange yin wind blew around him.

His face changed, and his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Under the blowing of the yin wind, the white flowers began to rise with the wind, and Hei Wuchang also felt that something was wrong, so he looked around and hid in a cluster of ghost grass next to him.

All the flowers and leaves covering Lan Feng's body were scattered by the wind, and his fingers moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The wind stopped again.

The line of sight gradually cleared, and a cloud of white petals fell on his face.

Lan Feng raised his hand with some difficulty, and knocked the petals that covered his vision to the ground, and there was nothing in the sky, no white clouds, no sun, no dust, nothing.

"Master, the apprentice is fine. Lan Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth, gasped a few more times, and finally staggered to his feet.

"You're not dead? ”

Yan Jun had a surprised expression, and his body gradually solidified in front of Lan Feng.

Lan Feng smiled weakly and said nothing.

The black impermanence hiding in the ghost grass was extremely complicated in his heart: "It's terrible, a person who can solve the poison of the Dark Flower is definitely not an ordinary person, I just led the way for him, I shouldn't have said anything wrong, right? If he makes trouble for me......"

Yan Jun stared at Lan Feng's face strangely for a long time, was silent for a moment, and squinted, "Where did you come from?"

Lan Feng was stunned in his heart, shook his head and said, "I don't have a master. ”

"This person is thoughtful and doesn't want to reveal his master, and if I continue to ask questions, it won't be good for anyone. Yan Jun thought about it and nodded, "It's okay if you don't, have you ever heard that this tree in my underworld blooms once in 500 years and bears fruit once in 10,000 years?"

"I haven't heard of this before, but today is just one day, and I have seen all the leaves, flowers, and fruits. Lan Feng smiled and picked a black fruit from the tree and took a bite.

"You ......" Lan Feng's actions made Yan Jun stunned, this fruit is the most poisonous in the world, he actually gave ...... Eaten.

The most jaw-dropping thing is that his expression is natural, and he still looks like he is enjoying it.

"The fruit is delicious, do you want Yan Jun to have one? Lan Feng plucked another fruit from the tree and threw it to Yan Jun.

Yan Jun's face changed slightly, his body flashed, and the fruit fell to the ground and rolled out of the distance.