Before Zhang Mo could take a closer look, a red light flew out of the 'hill' and rushed straight to the door.

When Zhang Mo saw that the red mang was a blood-red knife with a simple shape, the red mang had already submerged into Zhang Mo's forehead, and then there was a hunchbacked old man wearing a blood-colored robe in Zhang Mo's consciousness.

"Haha, the deity has waited for so long, and finally waited for a person whose divine sense meets the requirements!" the hunchbacked old man couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Zhang Mo heard the words of the hunchbacked old man, and immediately secretly shouted bad luck in his heart, looking at the appearance of this hunchbacked old man, he must be a demon cultivator, and he is also a demon cultivator soul who has been dormant for a long time.

"Boy, it's your luck that you can be taken away by my Poison Venerable, I will make good use of your body!" After the hunchbacked old man finished speaking, he directly turned into a ball of blood and pounced on Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo didn't want to mobilize the pure yang power in his body to wrap his divine sense, and the ball of blood that the Poison Venerable turned into immediately made a sneering sound after enveloping Zhang Mo.

"Ahh

It's just that at this time, how could Zhang Mo let him go, and under his manipulation, the power of pure yang turned into a big hand and directly pinched the soul of the Poison Venerable.

The soul of the Poison Venerable was pinched by the big hand formed by the power of the pure yang as if it were freezing, and at the same time, his soul began to sneer, and it was obvious that this pure yang power had done a lot of damage to the soul of the Poison Venerable.

"Heroes spare their lives!" the Poison Venerable shouted as a wolf howl, how could there be a trace of pride that had just entered Zhang Mo's body.

It's just that this poisonous venerable is also unlucky, because he was good at using strange poison back then, and he was a small-bellied chicken intestine, but anyone who offended him would inevitably be remembered by him, and no matter who the other party was, he would be killed directly, and those who couldn't be beaten were secretly poisoned, and he really killed a lot of immortal cultivators of the two realms of righteousness and demons.

However, this guy's own cultivation also has the late stage of Jindan, and he is good at making strange poisons, plus he is extremely fast, everyone can only endure this breath at first.

But later, this guy offended more and more people, and at the same time became more and more rampant, and finally was surrounded and suppressed by righteous people, and he had no choice but to explode his body, and his soul was stored in his magic weapon Blood Drinking Knife, and since then this Blood Drinking Knife has been scattered all over the place.

Although there were other monks who had obtained the Blood Drinking Knife, in the end, they were all not favored by the Poison Venerable because their divine sense was not strong enough.

In the end, the blood drinking knife possessed by the poisonous venerable fell into the hands of the demon cultivator surnamed Chen by mistake, and the demon cultivator surnamed Chen died unexpectedly, the poisonous venerable because the soul possessed the blood drinking knife for too long, and now the soul has been extremely weak, if you don't give it up, I am afraid that it will be directly wiped out, and even the qualification for reincarnation will be gone.

For this reason, he directly seized Zhang Mo as soon as he opened the storage bag without identification, who would have thought that his luck was so poor, and he directly met Zhang Mo who had a pure yang body, so he was restrained to death.

"Say a reason why I won't kill you. Zhang Mo's heart was also full of anger at the previous Poison Venerable's desire to take away himself, and at this moment, the murderous intent in his heart emerged, so naturally he would not be too polite.

"All my belongings have been hidden by me with a magic circle, and if I don't guide them, they won't be found by others, and I can dedicate them all to you. The Poison Venerable immediately spoke, "In addition, I can also teach you how to use the Blood Drinking Knife, and ask the hero to spare his life!"

"Make a soul pact, or I won't be able to trust you. Zhang Mo frowned and said.

As soon as the poison venerable heard the soul contract, his face suddenly became a little ugly, the so-called soul contract is the master-servant contract signed by humans and spirit beasts, once this kind of contract is signed, unless the master soars to the god realm, otherwise the contract will always exist, and as a servant, he cannot go against the will of the master, otherwise the master's divine mind can detonate the contract in the servant's divine consciousness and directly destroy the servant's soul.

The Poison Venerable hesitated for a while, but the big hand formed by the power of pure yang did not dissipate, and he kept holding his soul tightly, so that the Poison Venerable, who was already very weak, immediately gritted his teeth and decided to agree to Zhang Mo's request.

"I promise you, but you also have to promise me one thing, or I'll fight to make you feel better. The Poison Venerable said with some reluctance, after all, no one wants to be a servant, even a spirit beast, so the spirit beast ring will be used to subdue the spirit beast.

"Say what you want first. "Zhang Mo naturally wouldn't easily agree to anything from the Poison Venerable.

"If I sign a soul contract with you, I hope that Daoist friends can get some other side flowers to strengthen the soul, otherwise my soul will dissipate. Venerable Poison said with a wry smile.

As soon as he heard the flowers on the other side, Zhang Mo was overjoyed, but on the surface, he showed a hesitant look, and then promised: "Okay, I promise you." Then he removed the big hand that had been transformed by the power of pure yang.

Seeing that Zhang Mo promised him, the Poison Venerable didn't hesitate at the moment, he directly pinched the seal with both hands, and began to chant some mysterious spells in his mouth, and at the same time, a chain formed by blood-red runes immediately appeared above his head, and as soon as this chain was formed, Zhang Mo also began to move.

What Zhang Mo did was different from the Poison Venerable, he also pinched a seal in his hand, but there was no chain formed by blood-red runes on the top of his head, but a misty divine sense.

When the chain of the Poison Venerable wrapped itself completely around itself from top to bottom, Zhang Mo also punched the divine sense above his head into the chain on the Poison Venerable's body, and for a while, the mysterious runes on the chain flickered, and Zhang Mo and the Poison Venerable frowned at the same time.

After a while, the brilliance converged, and the blood-red rune chains wrapped around the Poison Venerable's body had disappeared, along with Zhang Mo's divine consciousness.

Zhang Mo's feeling at this time was very wonderful, the Poison Venerable was like his puppet, he could control his life and death, and with a single movement of his mind, he could detonate the soul contract and make the Poison Venerable's soul scatter.

However, this is much more sophisticated than puppetry, because Venerable Poison is not a puppet who can't think, he is a soul with the ability to think independently.

"Master, please give me a flower as soon as possible, lest my soul will be scattered. The old face of the Poison Venerable bloomed like the lines on the surface of a walnut, and he looked at Zhang Mo and said with a flattering expression.

"You can call me Childe. Zhang Mo heard a chill when he heard this, and hurriedly asked the Poison Venerable to change his words. "You come out of my body first. ”

"Yes, Childe. The Poison Venerable hurriedly changed his words, and at the same time, his body flickered, and he had already left Zhang Mo's body, and then turned into a red ray and drilled into the blood drinking knife.

When Zhang Mo opened his eyes again, there was a scarlet mini knife with a simple style floating in front of him, which was none other than the Blood Drinking Knife of the Poison Venerable.

"If Childe wants to urge the Blood Drinking Knife now, he must practice the Blood Drinking Knife, and even if he practices the Blood Knife Decision, Childe will not be able to exert the true power of the Blood Drinking Knife. The voice of the Poison Venerable came from the Blood Drinking Knife, and he quickly adapted to his identity, a person is old and refined, as long as he can continue to exist, it is nothing to lose his old face.

"The Blood Drinking Knife is your natal magic weapon, right?" Zhang Mo asked, looking at the mini knife in front of him.

The Poison Venerable smiled and said: "Yes and no, this is what I inadvertently got from a fellow monk who offended me, if this knife devours essence blood, it can be greatly powerful, and at the same time, this knife can also contain souls, so after getting the blood drinking knife, I carried this knife with me, but I didn't drop blood to recognize the master." ”

"Why didn't you recognize the Lord with blood?" Zhang Mo asked with some curiosity, since he was a monk of the same level as the Poison Venerable, it would be easy for the Poison Venerable to erase the divine sense mark on it and re-drip blood to recognize the Lord.

"My nickname is Poison Venerable, in fact, my cultivation is also a strange poison, my magic weapons are those strange poisons, and other magic weapons are just chicken ribs for me. Poison Venerable said proudly.

"Strange poison? Can it poison immortal cultivators?" Zhang Mo has always been curious about what the poisonous venerable said in his mouth, generally speaking, immortal cultivators have strong physiques, and very few ** can infringe on immortal cultivators, this is Zhang Mo's cognition before.

The Poison Venerable was a little annoyed by Zhang Mo's suspicions, and immediately said in a tone of lesson: "Innuendo poison, the strange poison ranked one hundred in the list of ten thousand poisons, is produced from the spirit beast short fox, if the immortal cultivator is hit by this poison, he will have a nervous body, headache, fever, and finally die violently. ”

"Even if the poison you say is so powerful, so what? Can you still take a short fox with you and let the short fox come forward and bite the other party when you are fighting?" Zhang Mo said with pretended disdain.

This angered the Poison Venerable, and he said in a sharp voice like a cat with its tail stepped on: "How did you get the nickname 'Poison Venerable'? I naturally have a way to refine the venom, and then integrate it into the aura in my body, and when fighting with people, if the other party is not guarded, I can use the strange poison to hurt people invisibly." ”

"I don't believe it. Zhang Mo still said stiffly.

"How dare you doubt me?" The Poison Venerable also completely forgot that he was already Zhang Mo's servant at this time, and the anger on his body increased greatly, and the blood drinking knife spun in the air, and then shot out a green ray that directly sank into Zhang Mo's forehead. "Take a good look at this "Ten Thousand Poisons True Scripture" to know that what the old man said is true. ”

Zhang Mo was secretly happy in his heart, but on the surface, he still pretended not to believe, and then began to comprehend the Ten Thousand Poisons True Scripture that the Poison Venerable had entered into his divine consciousness.

The beginning of this Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra is to introduce all kinds of strange poisons in the world, including the poison of spirit beasts, the poison of plants and trees, and the poison of gold and stone.

Subsequently, there was another exercise in this Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra, which turned out to be an extremely whimsical exercise that used one's own flesh as the eye of the formation and the strange poison as the auxiliary of the formation.

This Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra says that if this formation can be refined, when facing the enemy, once the enemy is shrouded in the formation, he will be poisoned and weakened, of course, this also depends on the strength of the strange poison, the stronger the strange poison, the stronger the formation, and vice versa.

In addition to this exercise, there are also methods for refining and preserving various poisons in this sutra, and there are also several methods for driving poisons, because the content is huge and complicated, Zhang Mo can't read them all for a while, so he can only store them in his divine consciousness and prepare for slow enlightenment.

Zhang Mo can probably be sure that what Venerable Poison said is true, with such a technique, the enemy's attack is simply impossible to prevent, not to mention a monk of the same level, even a monk of a few ranks higher may not be able to please him.

"It's a miracle. Zhang Mo said with heartfelt emotion, and after hearing this, the Poison Venerable immediately accepted it proudly: "This exercise was created by an ancient cultivator, of course, if I didn't get this Ten Thousand Poisons True Sutra, how could I be able to cultivate the True Realm and make a great reputation?"

Hehe, if you didn't have this bad reputation, I'm afraid you wouldn't have fallen. Zhang Mo said in his heart.

"However, I have to remind you that once you cultivate the Ten Thousand Poison True Sutra, you will accumulate too much toxin in your body due to the entry of strange poisons into your body, and your emotions will become extremely unstable, otherwise you think I have nothing to do and make enemies everywhere?" Venerable Poison then explained.

The words of the Poison Venerable made Zhang Mo, who was originally excited, wilt all of a sudden.

"Is there a way to solve it?" Zhang Mo asked, he hadn't seen these in the Ten Thousand Poison True Scripture, obviously this was studied by the Poison Venerable himself.

"Unless you ...... I almost forgot that you are a pure yang body, so in this way, the Ten Thousand Poison True Scripture will have no effect on you!" said the Poison Venerable, with envy and jealousy in his tone.