The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

Poison Valley.

Yan Buxiu had been taking a medicinal bath in the barrel for two days.

All methods have been exhausted, but the toxins in the body still cannot be removed.

His meridians have been invaded by strange poisons, and the pain is endless.

Suddenly, his hands grabbed the edge of the bucket.

The meridians and blood vessels on the back of the hand have turned a hideous purple color, looking very scary.

"Qingwu! Qingwu!!" Every time Yan Buxiu shouted, the pain increased by one point, "Kill me quickly! Kill me!"

This poison is really too powerful.

He didn't want to be tortured any more.

Qingwu hurriedly walked in from outside the screen and saw Yan Buxiu like this, his face full of pain.

"Good brother, you have to persist!"

Then, he looked at the poisonous old man, "You can't undo this poison, but you have to at least alleviate the pain of not practicing it. You have been studying poisons for so many years, don't you even have this ability?"

The poisonous old man's cultivation level is not high and he already looks gray-haired.

He glanced at the two of them coldly and said, "I really have no other choice. Please leave your last words quickly. He can survive for at most one day."

one day?
When Yan Buxiu heard this, he wanted to hit the wall to death.

Qingwu already shed tears and said: "Old man with a poisonous heart, whatever you need, I will get it for you immediately, as long as it can save my good brother!"

As he said that, he knelt down!
The poisonous old man clicked his tongue and smiled, not caring, "There is no cure for his poison. If there is a way, will I still hide it?"

He turned around and went back to work on his own poison.

"Qingwu..." Yan Buxiu was moved when he saw Qingwu kneeling for him, "You are now the Lord of the Immortal Realm, how can you kneel to others?"

"As long as I can save you, I can kneel here for ten or eight days." Qingwu pursed his lips and stood up, "I'm going to find Nan Li. Even if I die, I'm going to get the antidote from her! "

Yan Buxiu stopped him and said: "She was vicious and vicious. She used poison on me and forced us to swear, just to drive us away! Qingwu, if you step into the Three Kingdoms of the Mortal Realm at this time, you will be fulfilling her wishes." ! Then who else can avenge me!"

Qingwu looked troubled and his body trembled slightly, "But I...but I can't see you like this..."

Yan Buxiu suddenly made a major decision and said: "Qingwu, I have a technique that can transfer all the spiritual power to you. You will improve your own cultivation without refining. I have only one request, you You want to crush Nan Li to ashes and avenge me!"

He clings to his Dantian, which has not yet been invaded by toxins.

Qingwu hurriedly said: "It's not the last moment yet, there is no need to take this path. Good brother, we have supported each other to achieve today's cultivation. How can you give up at this time?"

Yan Buxiu's heart moved, and he really wanted to struggle and wait for a while.

But now the poisonous gas attacked his heart again, and the toxins were rapidly circulating in his body.

It’s about to invade Dantian!

He looked at Qingwu with difficulty, his face and forehead covered with sweat: "No, Qingwu, if I stay for one more moment, I will only suffer another moment of pain. You and I have practiced cultivation for more than two thousand years, and we have long understood this." I'm beyond help."

It hurt so much that he bit his lip and it bled.

The back of his hand was even more terrifying, and the same must have been true on his face.

"Good brother..." Qingwu said, "Mrs. Yan and the others are already on their way back. If you wait, your cultivation will be more suitable for Mrs. Yan."

Yan Buxiu heard this and believed that Qingwu was of high moral character. Even if he died in the future, Qingwu would take good care of his family.

Moreover, if you want to kill Nan Li, you will be punished by God. How can he be willing to let his family die.

Therefore, Qingwu is the best choice!

"Qingwu, it's the last minute." Yan Buxiu grabbed Qingwu's hand, "I can only give all my cultivation to you, I can't wait any longer!"

All four look at each other.

Qingwu's eyes were red and red. He hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "Okay." Yan Buxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

But his hands were full of poison, and he couldn't cultivate Qingwudu.

He could only get out of the barrel and transfer his spiritual power to Qingwu with his feet.

With that look and posture, the poisonous old man felt that he couldn't bear to look any further, so he turned his head.

Yan Buxiu occasionally suffers from toxins attacking his heart, so his spiritual power is intermittent.

It lasted for two or three hours.

Qingwu felt that the spiritual power in his Dantian was full of energy.

You must know that Yan Buxiu is now in the late stage of Nascent Soul. All his spiritual power is transferred to himself. Even if he cannot fully receive it, [-]% to [-]% is enough to help him return to the Mahayana stage!

Thunder was already rolling over the Poison Barrier Valley.

Qingwu's inner elixir has been strengthened again and he has entered the Mahayana stage again!
This time it’s not the early stage, but the middle stage!

What a terrifying power this is!

Yan Buxiu has exhausted all his cultivation, his hair has turned gray, his appearance has become old, even his eyelids have drooped, and now he only has one breath left.

He saw the aura emanating from Qingwu's body, which was very cultivated, and his voice trembled slightly, "Good... great..."

With Qing Wu's cultivation level, how could Ci Nian be able to stop him? It would only be a matter of one palm to crush Nan Li to death.

"Good brother, thank you very much." Qingwu stood up and curled his lips.

Yan Buxiu only thought that his smile was a bit strange, but he had already run out of energy and had no time to think about it, and his head dropped.

Because of this poison, Yan Buxiu's soul was about to disperse.

Qingwu looked at Yan Buxiu's body and stood with his hands behind his hands. The smile on the corner of his mouth became even colder, "You deserved to die, so rest assured."

The poisonous old man came over just now and glanced at Qingwu several times, "You call him a good brother, but you are poisoning him secretly. Now that he is dead and soulless, he will never know the truth."

Qingwu laughed and said, "Sometimes it's best to be confused. The more you know, the more painful it will be."

The poisonous old man subconsciously took two steps back, "You don't want to kill someone and silence them."

Qingwu said: "How could it be? You have served me for many years and are my most loyal subordinate. Can Yan Buxiu compare with you?"

The poisonous old man just smiled and made no comment.

However, after Qingwu had planned for so long, he finally got what he wanted, and his cultivation reached a higher level.

Qingwu walked outside the house.

It was already dark.

He looked at the thunderclouds in the sky and said: "I have returned to the Mahayana stage again! Si Heng, whatever you did to me that day, I will repay you tenfold!"

The poisonous old man followed and said, "You haven't survived the thunder tribulation yet, so don't sound too harsh."

Qingwu had to withstand two lightning disasters at once, and one can imagine how dangerous it was.

The black cloud was almost pressing down, crushing the entire Poison Barrier Valley.

The poisonous old man was filled with fear and his scalp was numb.

This thunder tribulation is too terrifying...

"Lord, are you really able to do this?" The poisonous old man's voice was timid.

"Haha, of course you can!" Qingwu took out the robes he had prepared early in the morning and put them on, "The robes will help me survive this thunderstorm!"

If he wasn't completely sure, he wouldn't have chosen this path!
This robe was left behind by the old Lord.

He will definitely be able to survive this thunderstorm! (End of chapter)