At this moment, under the joint witness of the man in green shirt Lu Chengliu and Xian Zui Meng, and under the observation of the black demon Wansu and the silver-haired boy Yinglang, Xue Zhen finally took this wolf immortal poison pill.

In Lu Chengliu's eyes, what rose in his mind was a picture of a certain immortal trying this poison, the kind of tossing and turning, falling to the ground and rolling, that state of life is worse than death, but Lu Chengliu stood aside indifferently, and the picture disappeared later.

And Xian Drunken Dream, Wan Su and Yinglang's thoughts are all inexplicably similar, they are all concerned looks, a concerned gaze, but their respective Cheng dù is different.

And Xue Zhen, the moment he swallowed this wolf immortal poison, a slight burning sensation appeared under his throat, but this burning was not strict. However, when the elixir reached his stomach or so, the burning sensation multiplied exponentially, and a state of burning appeared in his body as if it was being burned by a flood of fire, and the intestines, which were originally quite wet, dried up in an instant, and there was a small crack.

And Xue Zhen at this time, the color of his face only changed slightly, Lu Chengliu looked at Xue Zhen slyly, Xue Zhen's complexion at the moment, the original red face, gradually showed a kind of iron blue color, in his body, in addition to cautery, with the spread of the medicinal power of the wolf immortal poison, Xue Zhen felt an unspeakable pain, from all positions in the body, that kind of burning has reached his body in a short time. Every inch of flesh and blood, every inch of tendons, every inch of bone marrow is breathing fire and burning, and the whole person is becoming more and more red.

In the eyes of the white-shirted monk Xian Drunken Dream and Lu Chengliu, at this time, Xue Zhen stood with his hands down, and the deep change in his skin color was already secondary, on his body, in that kind of skin, there seemed to be a lot of living creatures constantly colliding in it, Xue Zhen's skin appeared up and down sarcomas, covering his whole body, including his hands and feet, chest, and even his head, which made people look a little unbearable to look at directly.

And Xue Zhen's protective aura flickered at this moment, becoming extremely unstable, chaotic and untidy, which made people dare not look at it, and the white-shirted monk Xian Drunken Dream shouted fiercely at this time:

"That's enough! Xue Daoyou, hurry up and take the antidote!"

At this time, Xue Zhen's eyes were still staring ahead, as if he could find the focus, but as if he had nowhere to look, his face was tight, and he was enduring it, but he didn't snort half a sentence from beginning to end. Xian Drunken Meng's words came out, Xue Zhen still ignored it, maintaining his original appearance, his body, the kind of sarcoma that floated and sank, floated and sank again, still continued, and it couldn't shake Xue Zhen in the slightest.

Looking at Xue Zhen's state, Xian Zuimeng's face was condensed at the moment, his heart was very entangled, and he fiercely glanced at Lu Chengliu who was smiling at the forked hands, his heart was like a knife, and he rushed forward with an arrow step, and immediately appeared in front of Xue Zhen, he had already shown a gaffe at this time, a gaffe of extreme regret.

"Where's the antidote? What about ......the antidote?"

At this time, the white-shirted monk was drunk, his eyes looked quite messy, and while he was desperately shouting, he seemed to have forgotten that the antidote had been received by Xue Zhen into the spiritual realm.

And at this moment, Xue Zhen's whole body and body have become a sea of fire, burning his internal organs, and the pain has directly invaded his brain. And the up-and-down sarcoma, a little bit of blood kept flickering, and finally, a little blood overflowed from his face, although it was only a small oozing, and the color on his face was even more ugly.

"Get the antidote!Chengliu!Hurry!" Xian Zuimeng roared.

"City Lord! there is only one antidote for him, and there is no more!" Lu Chengliu, a man in a green shirt, said calmly.

Hearing this, Xian Zuimeng's eyes were sharp, forcing Lu Chengliu over there, Lu Chengliu was provoked by this sharp gaze, and he took two steps back, and a faint panic flashed on his face.

At this moment, the black devil Wansu and the silver-haired boy Yinglang in the spirit beast ring were full of anger on their faces, they wanted to make a move, but they found that Xue Zhen had already blocked the spirit beast ring in advance, and if they wanted to come out, the black devil Wansu was not impossible, but he had to spend a lot of effort to do it.

At this moment, Xue Zhen not only faced, but also his arms, legs and feet, chest, and even forehead, were completely covered with the kind of oozing blood, blood confluence, flowing through Xue Zhen's eyes, flowing through his mouth, flowing through his neck, flowing through his chest, flowing through his legs and feet. Gradually, a pool of blood appeared on the ground, and his gray robe had become a blood robe, and the whole person looked like a bloody man.

At this time, Xian Drunken Dream, one picture after another passed in his heart, all of them were himself and his bits and pieces, the scene of the fighting beast, the scene of the black illusion and sorrow, all of which moved him, and finally, Xian Drunken Dream screamed out with a loud crazy roar.

That kind of fierce concussive sound wave not only directed the blood flow on Xue Zhen's surface, but even the forbidden light in this hall also rippled out fierce ripples.

At this moment, Xue Zhen seemed to have woken up from some kind of slumber, his eyes rolled slightly, and he looked at the drunken dream of regret and hatred in front of him, without any words. At this moment, he was still suffering from that kind of unparalleled pain, and within his body, a silent refining technique was still continuing, but his arm suddenly stretched out to his mouth, and a white pill had already appeared on his middle finger, and was swallowed by Xue Zhen in his abdomen at once.

When this elixir fell, the white-shirted monk was still watching Xue Zhen in a drunken dream, Xue Zhen was extremely difficult at the moment to stimulate a spell, a recipe to dissipate the power of the medicine, as the swallowed pill continued to dissolve, the kind of sarcoma on Xue Zhen's body stopped, and the overflowing blood also stopped, however, in Xue Zhen's body, the violent burning sensation still existed, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

And the fresh drunken dream next to him, when he saw Xue Zhen take the initiative to take the antidote, the overflowing blood also stopped, and his nervous expression gradually relaxed, but Lu Chengliu, the man in green shirt over there, snorted angrily, and in the hum, the meaning of jealousy was a little bit obvious.

However, at this moment, Xue Zhen turned to sit down, in his body, the kind of refining technique was still continuing, and he found that the medicinal power of the antidote had completely dissolved, and it seemed that the medicinal effect of the wolf immortal poison could not be completely cleared at all.

"The amount of antidote is not enough!" Xue Zhen snorted with difficulty at this time.