Zhan Lie's cultivation realm is only the king who has just entered the Seven Tribulations Realm.

Even if there is a war spirit in his body, the battle spirit may not be able to threaten the life of the curse king.

But creation makes people, cause and effect cycle, if it weren't for the curse king, a few days ago, he wanted to perform the soul searching technique on Lin Sijun, his soul would not have been injured by the mysterious power remaining in Lin Sijun's body.

In the past so many days, the injuries on the Curse King's soul still showed no signs of recovery, and it only allowed him to use the secret method of the Spell Realm to forcibly suppress it.

Coincidentally, Yiyan Jiuding is aimed at the soul!

The battle spirit erupted with a word, and the power fluctuations generated instantly caused the injuries on the curse king's soul to burst out.

In an instant, the curse king lost his mind, his face turned pale, his soul was almost scattered, and he was stunned in place, and the spell that had just been condensed in the void gradually collapsed.

The next moment, the Burial Spear pierced the curse king's head.

It was so neat and smooth that even Zhan Lie hadn't expected it before.

The huge sharp spear head protruded from the back of the curse king's head, bloody, and the curse king's face was almost pierced by a single shot, and his soul was silent!

If it weren't for the fact that Zhan Lie had been hiding himself, if it wasn't for the Curse King's previous soul injury, if it weren't for the injury on the Curse King's Divine Soul that had been affected by his words, it would have been difficult to cause the current situation of killing with one blow.

Similar to the ending of the Dark King, many factors collide to form a wonderful, even unimaginable, situation.

The monk who was hiding in the distance to watch the battle had not yet recovered from the shock of the fall of the Dark King, and on the other side, the Curse King was also dead.

The death of the Dark King, to say the least, was unprepared and assassinated without warning.

But the fall of the curse king was really killed head-on, and this person's cultivation realm is not high, and his bloodline is also very ordinary, and he is also a nameless person.

In the blink of an eye, two of the five kings were already dead on the spot, and this was just the beginning.

The monk who was watching the battle from a distance suddenly had a doubt in his mind.

The Poison King and the Winged King were so close to the Curse King, why didn't they help?

The next moment, the change that happened again on the long street explained everyone's doubts.

I saw that the poison ball in the palm of the poison king was just about to pop out, and the woman with a yellow face standing next to her suddenly lifted the quaint Xiaoding in her hand, poured out a ball of blood with a faint fragrance from it, and sprinkled it on the poison king's body.

"You?"

The poison king's cold gaze turned around Jiang Ling'er's body, and when he saw the poison world symbol carved on his cuffs, he couldn't help but sneer: "Little girl, how long have you been in the poison world, and how many things you have learned, you dare to calculate the old body?"

Jiang Ling'er didn't speak, just took a few steps back and stood quietly beside Lin Yi.

There was a thick mockery and ridicule in the eyes of the Poison King, and another sneer: "The old body has lived in the drug world for so many years, and his body has long been covered with poison, even in his blood, muscles, bone marrow, and soul. Poison has been integrated into every corner of the old body! In this world, no kind of poison can poison ......."

Before he finished speaking, the Poison King's face suddenly changed, his brows gradually frowned, and his eyes burst with an incredible light.

"How so, how so?"

The poison king looked at the palm of his hand in a daze, and the poison ball that had just been condensed actually began to collapse, but in the blink of an eye, the poison ball slipped from her fingers like quicksand.

More terrifying is yet to come!

The skin on the Poison King's hands began to slacken, and dense yellow spots appeared, some itchy and some painful.

Subconsciously, the Poison King reached out and grabbed it.

This time, he directly grabbed a large piece of flesh, and it was rotten flesh!

Although many people were hiding in the distance, they could still see clearly that the skin of the Poison King's bare outside had begun to rot, bubbling with earthy yellow blood bubbles, and countless carrion began to fall downward.

In the blink of an eye, the Poison King turned into a monster who was neither human nor ghost!

The Poison King once threatened Xiao Sijun that she would suffer from the devouring of bones by ten thousand insects, and her face would be difficult to repair, and even if she survived, she would be unrecognizable.

But now, the drug king himself has received this most vicious and terrifying punishment.

"It can't be, it can't be!"

"There is no poison in the heavens and all worlds, it can hurt the old body, what kind of poison are you, this is impossible!"

The Poison King felt extremely itchy all over his body, and he just wanted to desperately tear the flesh and blood on his body to relieve this pain.

Just a moment later, the face of the poison king was almost scratched by herself, which was shocking.

Jiang Ling'er showed a trace of unbearability in her eyes, but she still shook her head and said, "You are wrong, what I refined is not a poison in the first place." ”

"Not poison?" the Poison King froze.

Jiang Ling'er's voice continued to sound: "That's the antidote." ”

The Holy Emperor of Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and saved countless people in his life, until he was destroyed by the Heavenly Dao, he did not refine a poison once.

The reason why Shennong Ding was not passed on to the Red Emperor was because the Red Emperor was obsessed with refining poison, which was contrary to the intentions of the Holy Emperor of Shennong.

Jiang Ling'er is not good at refining poisons, but she is good at refining elixirs.

This elixir given to the other people present is beneficial and harmless, and it can consolidate the foundation of Peiyuan, but for the poison king, this elixir is equivalent to a highly poisonous thing.

The heavens and all worlds give birth to all things, and they are born and restrained by each other, natural and balanced.

As the Poison King said, every inch of her flesh and blood, bones, internal organs, and even her soul have been infiltrated with poison for many years, and no matter what poison is placed on her, it will have no effect.

But because of this, once Jiang Ling'er's elixir conflicts with the poison on the poison king's body, it will act on every corner of the poison king's body.

Even the gods can't avoid it.

In order to make the elixir in Shennong Ding have enough effect, Jiang Ling'er even collected a lot of blood flowing in Lin Yi's body during the chaotic battle.

This is the qi and blood of the body of cause and effect, and it is invulnerable!

The blood veins of the body of cause and effect were injected into the Shennong Ding, and the elixir inside was dissolved, and the fragrant blood water of Fang Cai was formed.

This blood water is a great tonic for others, but it is a life-threatening thing for the poison king.

"Ho-ho-ho!"

The Poison King curled up on the ground, constantly tumbling in pain, and let out a strange cry from the depths of his throat.

After half a sound, the voice of the poison king gradually lowered, and under the friction of the ground, the white bones of the flesh were already exposed in many places, and he twitched unconsciously.

With the death of the Poison King's soul, her physical body also lost its strength and began to suppurate and decay, and in the blink of an eye, only a pool of foul-smelling pus was left in place.

Among the three people who fell, the fate of the poison king can be described as the most miserable.

Of the five kings, three have gone.

And what everyone didn't expect was that the fall of these three people was a little coincidental, a little weird, and even a little absurd.

The three kings waited and endured for so long, and before they even had a chance to fight with the first realm king, they were killed by three unknown realms who cultivated to a realm two or three levels lower than them.

The Winged King stiffened and looked at this scene in a daze, but did not make a move.

On the one hand, he didn't know how to help.

On the other hand, he was also targeted.