The Poisoned Blood Palm is one of the common attack methods used by Poison Daoists. It is a combination of magic and poison. A cultivator must be able to use poison in order to use and learn this technique. The initial power of the Poisoned Blood Palm was not very outstanding. The power of it lies in the fact that it can continue to hurt the person who is in the middle of the art.

After Bai Yitong was attacked by the poisonous blood palm, he spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "poof". Although the first injury transformation technique has dissolved thirty percent of the injuries in his body. But the blow of Brother Nayuan, no matter how ordinary it is, is not something that the first layer of the Spirit Gathering Period can withstand. When Bai Yitong was dying and about to die, the second wound transformation technique hit him. The blue light flashed, and his injuries were immediately dissolved. Fortunately, two wound transformation techniques were released in advance, and Bai Yitong was able to save his life. He was in great distress, and when he saw the opportunity, he jumped into the tree soul space in a flash.

Before going out, Bai Yitong was already ready, and the poisoned Taoist priest immediately returned. Therefore, he speculated in advance about the method of quickly entering and exiting the space. After carefully calculating the attack of the poison Daoist, and cooperating with the means and time of his own greeting. Then, try to go out and feel the power of the poison Taoist spell. As a result, the moment the poisonous blood palm came to his body, he realized that he was wrong. Brother Nayuan's anger was really not so easy to bear.

"What? He actually knows how to spell?! He entered the Gathering Stage? How is this possible?"

When the poison Taoist saw Bai Yitong use a spell, he was actually stuck in the ground. Even Bai Yitong hid in the Tree Soul Space again, but he didn't stop it. He was amazed in his heart, why didn't there be a closed space with the slightest aura to give birth to an immortal cultivator? And where did this kid get the reincarnation method. Afterwards, the poison Taoist priest muttered to himself: "Could it be that the medicine god is still alive? only he can ...... this kind of spell."

Bai Yitong hid in the tree soul space, only to feel that his brain was black, and he suddenly fainted. Although, he used two injuries and half of his own damage. But the blood poison of the poisonous blood palm is sustainable. The moment when only a white pupil escaped into the space, the blood poison had already eroded into the internal organs.

The poisonous Taoist priest outside the space stood for a long time before he came to his senses. He saw the white pupils disappear in front of him, and he was suddenly a little annoyed. A dignified monk of the Nayuan period was actually escaped by a boy from the Gathering Soul Period? Then, he sneered twice and said, "Even if you hide inside again, what can you do? I'll have to find another one again, someone who qualifies. ”

After speaking, the poisonous Taoist priest took out the soul measuring lamp and stared at the lamp on it. Suddenly, the flame of the soul lamp became smaller and smaller, and finally it became imperceptible. But it didn't take long for the lantern seedlings, which were bound to be extinguished, to slowly grow again. The poisonous Taoist priest's originally happy expression turned into a dark cloud after a while.

And Bai Yitong, who fainted in the tree soul space, didn't know that he had already walked through the ghost gate. He was eroded by the blood poison and was about to lose his breath. At this time, the mysterious lotus seed of the Mud Pill Palace actually broke two cracks. The oval lotus seed has one at each end. The blood poison that was constantly eroding the internal organs was slowly inhaled by the cracks at the bottom of the lotus seeds. The blood poison was inhaled into the mysterious lotus seed, and after being transformed, it became a pure aura, which was released from the crack at the upper end of the lotus seed. At the same time, the lotus seed is also growing slowly, but its growth rate is extremely slow, and it is not visible in a short period of time. After about two hours, the blood poison in Bai Yitong's body was finally transformed into aura.

The blood poison was cleaned up, and Bai Yitong quickly woke up. As soon as he looked inside him, he knew what was going on. At that moment, he sat cross-legged and began to refine the aura in his body. Since this time it was the poison Taoist who personally took action, the poison was very strong. Similarly, the aura transformed into these blood poisons was also much richer than the previous two times. And after the mysterious lotus seed broke the shell, the speed of transformation was also faster. An hour passed, and after Bai Yitong finished refining the aura in his body, he felt that his cultivation had advanced a little.

"After so many days, I still don't feel hungry. There are many benefits for immortal cultivators. ”

Bai Yitong was refreshed, but he suddenly thought of this question. But then, he thought of the poisonous blood palm of the poisonous Taoist priest. He couldn't help but frown at the thought of this. The horror of the poisonous blood palm, he has understood it. If he could, he definitely didn't want to hit it a second time. However, he had to face the poison Taoist again. Besides, he is now lacking spiritual energy for cultivation. At present, only the Poison Daoist can provide it. It's just that every time I face a poison Taoist, I am gambling with my life.

With the experience of fighting against the poisonous Taoist, Bai Yitong was no longer reckless this time. Next, he spent more than ten days dedicated to cultivating the Wound Transformation Technique and the Heart Purification Technique. Then, he spent another ten days re-studying the "Qingyin True Formula". More than 20 days have passed, and Bai Yitong's proficiency in the Injury Transformation Technique has improved a lot, thus speeding up the casting speed and effect of the Injury Transformation Technique. As for the Pure Heart Technique and the Blue Essence Technique, Ichitomi just kept it for preparation. He won't use it until the critical moment, lest the poison Taoist take precautions in advance. He knew that the battle against the Poison Daoist would be very hard and time-consuming. Therefore, he planned to use the Wound Transformation Technique to receive the attack of the Poison Daoist only in the early stage. Wait until the end, and then use the Qing Yin True Technique to trap the poison Taoist by surprise, and then escape. As for the Qingxin technique, it is to guard against poison Taoists, and there are spells or magic weapons that attack the spirit.

On this day, the Poison Daoist was still persistent, guarding the exit of the Tree Soul Space. Suddenly, there was a tremor at the exit. Bai Yitong's figure appeared again. This time, the Poison Daoist sealed the surrounding space with a formation to prevent Bai Yitong from running away. Bai Yitong naturally couldn't see this. However, even if he could see it, he wouldn't care. Because, he had no intention of running away at all. He's not that stupid. With his speed, how could he defeat the Poison Daoist.

"Boy, it's so hard to wait for the old man. I didn't expect you to have such an adventure. You don't need aura to enter the spirit gathering period. However, the little spiritual monk, the old man has not taken it seriously. The last time I was run away by you, it was the old man's negligence. This time, you're not so lucky!. ”

"Really, old horseman, why don't I stand and let you fight?!"

Bai Yitong pinched his hands and was ready to cast the Injury Transformation Technique. This time, he was confident that he would serve three times in a row.

The poison Taoist is really still so easily excited. This time, Bai Yitong only said one sentence, and he was furious. But he was angry, he wouldn't just throw a powerful spell like last time, and it would be over. This time, he chose a mid-tier spell --- Soul Eater Poison Swamp. This spell is a range attack spell, and his purpose is to make Bai Yitong within a certain range, and he will be eroded by poison many times. He knew the reason why Bai Yitong didn't dare to stay away from the exit of the Tree Soul Space, but he couldn't stop it. If you forcibly stop it, the other party is likely to stop it. And his purpose of forcing Bai Yitong out was shattered.

The range of guardian spells consumes so much mana that it is unimaginable. And the amount of mana consumed by area attack spells is even more unimaginable. With the current cultivation of the Poison Daoist, using the Soul Devouring Poison Swamp once consumes half of the current mana. With a spell like this, he never dared to use it a second time before his mana was fully restored. If the monks of the Nayuan period recover their mana, if they rely solely on the supply of surrounding spiritual energy, it will take about five or six days. If you hold the spirit stone in your hand, you can fully recover in two days. But the premise is that the supply of spirit stones is sufficient. The Poison Daoist didn't have much savings, and he wouldn't use spirit stones to restore mana until the critical moment. After all, such an approach burns money. Because the spirit stone is equivalent to the currency of the mortal world to the immortal cultivator. Whoever is okay will burn money to play.

As soon as Bai Yitong saw the poisonous Taoist's steady expression before casting the spell, he knew that this spell was not trivial. Before he could unleash the right spell, he had already cast a wound transformation spell on himself. Just in case, this time he advanced the time to release the spell a little. As a result, he has already begun to resolve the method before it arrives. By the time the poison Daoist's spell came, Bai Yitong's first wound transformation spell mana energy had already been consumed by half.

The Soul Devouring Poison Swamp suddenly descended, and within a kilometer of Bai Yitong's surroundings, it suddenly turned into a swamp with a ghostly light. When the wind rises, the poisonous mist fills the air, and the sound of wailing is like a small Shura hell. Bai Yitong was in the middle of it, and he bore the brunt of it. The poisonous mist was like an eye, instantly invading the whole body. When the poison came up, he fell to the ground with his head down. At this time, half of the wound transformation technique on his body worked. I saw a flash of blue light, and his injuries were dissolved. Before he fell to the ground, Bai Yitong stood up again, but it was very difficult to support. Then, in the midst of pain, he played another wound transformation technique with difficulty. At the same time, the soles of his feet rushed towards the Tree Soul Space. But as soon as he took a step, he was once again attacked by the poison. At this time, the second wound transformation technique worked, and before Bai Yitong was about to fall for the second time, eighty percent of the damage of the second poison was dissolved. In this way, sixty percent of the first poisonous damage has not been resolved, plus the second poisonous damage has not been resolved. In total, there are still eighty percent of the poison that is corroded in Bai Yitong's body. Fortunately, at this time, the mysterious lotus seed also began to slowly transform into toxins. Otherwise, Bai Yitong might really not be able to use the third wound transformation technique. Next, Bai Yitong figured out the pattern: in this poisonous swamp, every step he took would be attacked by a highly poisonous attack. He didn't move forward anymore, but planned to wait for the third wound transformation technique to remove the remaining eighty percent of the poison in his body before moving forward. However, how could the poisonous Taoist priest watch Bai Yitong safely dissolve the poison. Seeing him, he sneered and threw out a spirit beast bag. Then, the spirit beast appeared, but it was a huge poisonous bee. With the buzz of the poisonous bees, he rushed towards Bai Yitong. Bai Yitong raised his eyes and was suddenly startled. It's over, it's dead this time!

Let me say something: I write very hard, and every day my mother will scold me, saying that I am not doing my job.