The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 609 The Sick Doctor
There were a total of more than 20 people present who wanted to enter the ruins, and there was a sequence for everything. Xiang Yang saw this group of people pushing left and right, dawdling, shaking his head, and he took the lead, next to Ren Xiu and other people from the Jingxiao League .

"Brother Xiang, although the leaf knife array occupies a small size, its power is still huge. Every day people come to pick the barbed wire, but new ones will grow soon, so the power of this big array is also slowing down. Slow recovery.

This time we are going to walk along the small path left by the eminent monks of Jialan Temple who broke the formation before. We must not leave the range of the small path on the road. There have been masters who did not believe in evil and stretched out their hands beyond the boundary of the small path. Chop into meat sauce and become disabled. "

While walking, Ren Xiu introduced taboos to Xiang Yang, and the two walked side by side, entering through a gap in the sea of ​​barbed terrier grass, followed by the rest in groups of two and two behind them.

Xiang Yang's hands were hanging inside his cuffs, his blond hair was scattered like a waterfall, and his steps seemed to be slow but fast, often in two or three steps, he had already covered a long distance.

In his telepathy, what Ren Xiu said was right. There were countless small saber auras in the air above the formation and on the left and right sides of the path, suspended and gathered, and the density was equivalent to that of a still lake.

If he is disturbed by external forces, it will inevitably lead to waves in the still lake, but what is swaying is not the water flow, but the endless saber energy. With his current cultivation base, he is targeted by this magnificent divine power, even if he can keep it for a while If there is no harm, he will eventually run out of true energy and die under the knife array.

This is the intuitively visible material saber aura, and what's even more frightening is that the saber aura is still attached to the saber aura that can't be burned out, and the spring wind blows and regenerates the saber intent, which is also the root cause of the continuous regeneration of the barbed wire.

Walking into the path of the knife formation, more than 20 people walked quietly and panted slowly. After a quarter of an hour, all the people walked out of the knife formation and came to an open flat land.

On the left and right are still high mountain walls that do not see the top, but in front of it is a red mist, condensed as if solid, a large area seems to be floating in silk, and one of the people who followed is immediately brightened.

This man was in his thirties, dressed like a doctor, with a thin face, sunken eye sockets, and a medicine box on his shoulders. He looked excited at the mist. Like the man in the bamboo hat, he was also from another county invited by the Sichuan family. .

"Blood poisonous miasma, it really is a blood poisonous miasma, there must be countless poisonous insects of the blood poisonous line below, swallowing poisonous gas and poisonous mist, good, good this time it is not for nothing, finally I can find the medicine to be used as medicine."

When the fat monk Yuantong heard this, he left the two reckless big monks beside him, walked up to this person with a smile on his hands, clasped his palms together and saluted him, and asked about what this person just said.

It turned out that the doctor was poisoned by the enemy's family half a year ago, and he suppressed it with his own medical and martial arts skills, but he could only suppress it for a while, and he must find a way to detoxify.

He searched all over the ancient books, and finally found a way to fight poison with poison, and the most difficult part of this method is to find the poisonous miasma, the more poisonous the better, and this blood poisonous miasma covers the sky like an upside-down bowl enveloping the basin. Needless to say how poisonous it is.

"There are blood minks and blood five poisons in this basin. There are thousands of them, and they are inexhaustible. If you are entangled, you can get some, but what you want is the blood poison miasma. This is in mid-air. How do you do it?"

Another person asked, this is a short and vicious man with a steel knife in his hand, showing his identity as a swordsman.

Looking at the doctor in his eyes, he was very defensive. This man came here to cure the disease and survive. If something happened, or something was destroyed during the process of everyone walking, everyone would be trapped inside to death.

This man was vigilant, Xiang Yang and the others were not stupid, and looked at the ecstatic doctor at the same time.

A man accompanied by the Chuan Family Club cupped his fists and bowed to the people around him.
"Don't worry, my Chuan family will invite this person, so naturally I won't let him break the rules.

Sick man, it's up to you, I'll take you back after taking the blood poisonous miasma, and my hall master is waiting for you. "

Everyone was interested, even Xiang Yang, who seemed to be not interested in anything, also focused on the Langzhong. The blood poisonous miasma was in the sky above the basin. Not to mention ordinary people, it was the master of the Nine Suns, who was known as invulnerable to all poisons. When Zhang Wuji came, he had to be deeply poisoned inside. This is not the poison of the common world, but the poison of heaven and earth.

The sick man nodded, and carried the medicine box on his back to perform a body technique and light kung fu to move forward. There was nothing unusual about it, but his kung fu was good and his speed was not slow.

Xiang Yang and the others followed closely, but they didn't dare to move forward. They didn't stop until they were ten feet away from the poisonous miasma. At this time, they already faintly felt a faint stench in the air. Got to be corroded by poisonous gas.

The doctor was really strong, he didn't stop all the way, he was less than one meter away from the blood-red poisonous miasma, his face was already abnormally blue, and there was no response when he breathed in the blood poison, he put the medicine box in his hand numbly Open it, take out a small black wooden bottle, and uncork it.

Everyone was wondering what he was going to do, when they saw the Langzhong sit down quietly with his legs crossed and his hands spread out. During his breathing, he actually pulled the poisonous miasma fluctuations in the sky, gradually spiraling into a red vortex, like an hourglass, condensing Red water droplets that looked like blood dripped little by little into the black wooden bottle.

"This man is so powerful. He pulls the poisonous miasma with his own internal force, turns gas into liquid, and is still immune to the poisonous blood miasma. Wang Shuang, what is his origin?"

The person who spoke was the Yun family next to the fifth lord, who was dressed well and had a good demeanor. Seeing this scene, he frowned and asked the master of the Chuan family who had just saluted everyone.

"Hey, Seventh Master Mingjian, the young one is just an errand runner under the hall master. I only know that this master was invited by my hall master from another state. His name is unknown. I just let everyone call him sick man. I don't know if there are many more. .”

Xiang Yang also nodded slightly. I'm afraid the doctor's background is not right. Most of his internal strength is trained with poison, but he is a demon heretic and not orthodox.

What he said that he was plotted by his enemies was probably a lie, the poison was probably developed by himself, and he put it down by himself, of course for the purpose of improving his skills, but unfortunately something went wrong.

It may be okay to be eager for quick success once or twice, but how can you not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river?There will always be problems.

Not long after, the person's body gradually turned blood red like a poisonous miasma, he couldn't hold it any longer, he got up quickly, put the lid on the wooden bottle, grabbed the medical box and ran out, came to the crowd, brought a A strong fishy smell.

"It's over, let's go back first."

The doctor's face turned blue and red alternately, his eye sockets were black, and he looked like he was dying, but his face was full of excitement, as if his wish had been fulfilled.

Xiang Yang's heart moved, this person's skills are already extremely good.

After attacking poison with poison, a balance is reached in the body, and then two kinds of strange poisons are refined, and the skill progress will be inconceivable, not to mention comparable to him, but it is almost as good as one or two chips higher than his current skill.

This kind of advancement is really a bit shocking. It is no less than others' life-long cultivation, and what he has learned must be extraordinary.

This reminded him of the two lines of plague doctor and ghost doctor in the Demon Sect. Could this sick man belong to one of the lines?

(End of this chapter)