My Ares Son-in-Law

Chapter 4886 I know how to use poison

Of course Chen Bingzhou knew Du Zun.

Poison Lord is the nightmare of countless people and the idol of countless people.

According to historical records, the figure of Poison Lord is like a ghost in the dark night, and his name arouses endless fear in the world. His face was like a rock carved by time, cold and tough.

His eyes were as deep as the dark ocean, hiding endless danger and mystery. His figure was like an ancient tree standing in the strong wind, strong and unyielding.

Poison Lord's hands are like venom-quenching snakes, slender and deadly. The poison in his hands was like a part of himself, so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with it.

Every time he takes action, he carries deadly poison. Those colorless and odorless powders are like the smile of the devil, leading people to the abyss of death unknowingly.

His pace was like a snaking mountain road, strange and elusive. His voice was like cold steel splitting the air in the cold wind, harsh and cold.

His existence is like a sharp sword, hidden in the darkness, waiting for a fatal moment.

Poison Lord's clothes are black robes dyed by countless venom and blood. Every time the corners of his clothes sway in the wind, it seems to be telling a tragic story. His shadow, like a curse, hangs over the heads of those who dare to challenge him.

In him, you can see an almost crazy persistence. It is an obsession with power and a desire to dominate the world.

His eyes were full of contempt for the challenger and cruelty for the submissive. His smile was as bitingly cold as the cold wind in winter.

Poison Lord, he is a nightmare in the world, the terminator of those who dare to challenge him. He is the messenger of night and the spokesman of death. His existence is the biggest threat to Jianghu. His name is the loudest voice of fear in the world.

Although I have never met such a person, I can still feel the horror of him through the records.

"Since you know Du Zun, let me ask you, Du Zun is more powerful, or is Yao Wujing more powerful?"

Xiao Chen asked with a smile.

Chen Bingzhou smiled bitterly and said: "How can Yao Wujing be compared with Du Zun? That Du Zun is the number one in poison arts, and he is a god-like existence. Compared with him, Yao Wujing is just an ant.

If Poison Master is still alive, no one can defeat him even in the spiritual realm, let alone Guhai. That would be a truly terrifying existence. "

"In this case, what are you afraid of? I'm not afraid to tell you that I am the descendant of Poison Master!"

Xiao Chen said with a smile: "You think there is only one Saint Slayer behind me? Wrong! Big mistake!"

Hearing this, Chen Bingzhou couldn't help but widen his eyes.

No wonder Xiao Chen is so confident that he is the descendant of Poison Lord. If you say so, Xiao Chen's attainments in poison magic are definitely not weak.

but……

"Mr. Xiao, I speak directly, don't blame me. Although you are the descendant of Poison Master, you are not Poison Master himself after all. I don't know how much inheritance you have received from Poison Master, but at your age, you must not have the same level of knowledge in poison arts. It will be too powerful.

You should think twice, Yao Wujing is really scary, and I have no intention of resisting in front of him. "

Chen Bingzhou's words were sincere.

"Okay, I know you mean well, but there is no need to persuade me anymore. On the day of the betting, you can go to the scene to watch the battle and see how much of the Poison Master's abilities I have inherited!"

Xiao Chen waved his hand and said.

Chen Bingzhou sighed. He had done his best to be benevolent and righteous. If Xiao Chen didn't listen to him, there was nothing he could do.

"Then I'll leave first. I came here just as an excuse to investigate the Saint Slaughterer. If it takes too long, I'll be noticed. Say goodbye!"

Chen Bingzhou bowed and saluted, then turned and left.

Xiao Chen watched Chen Bingzhou leave and thought to himself that this person was actually quite good. It was not in vain that he spared this person's life, otherwise his plan would not be successful this time.

He really didn't worry about the outcome of the bet.

There is no need to worry about something that is guaranteed to win, as long as you are prepared. "who!"

Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent came from the darkness, like a beast lurking in the darkness. The killing intent in that moment was something that ordinary warriors simply could not bear.

Moreover, this person was also very good at hiding. The distance was only about ten meters. Xiao Chen suddenly realized that it was estimated that ordinary warriors might have been killed, and he did not know that there was such a person.

The killer was also shocked.

He is the most adept at assassination among all the elders of the Holy Clan.

After accepting the order of the patriarch Sheng Baiyue to assassinate Xiao Chen, I thought it would be an easy thing.

But he didn't expect that Xiao Chen would discover him.

If it was discovered by the Saint Slaughter, he could understand that it was discovered by Xiao Chen.

Helpless, the attack had already been launched and he could not retreat.

Anyway, the purpose is to lure out the Saint Slaughterer, and it doesn't matter even if he is discovered.

"Hmph, you sneaky thing, now that you're here, never go back!"

Xiao Chen looked at the killer but did not do anything, as if he had accepted the judgment of fate.

The killer sneered, and Xiao Chen only had words left.

However, Xiao Chen is about to die, why hasn't the Saint Slaughter appeared yet?
  It was his mission to lure out the Saint Slayer.

"Uh……"

Suddenly, the killer felt something was wrong, and there was a sharp pain that he had never experienced before throughout his body, and then his consciousness became blurred.

Bang!
  He hit the ground hard, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"what did you do to me!"

the killer exclaimed.

His once passionate eyes were now filled with deep exhaustion and emptiness. His body swayed in the breeze, like an ancient tree about to be blown down by the wind, and the flame of life seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Just ten seconds ago, he was a high-spirited killer and an arrogant elder of the Holy Clan.

But now, his sword has lost its edge and his hand has lost its strength. The disease was like a cold killer, ruthlessly eroding his body and stealing his strength and courage.

"Haha, haven't you heard that I want to bet against Yao Wujing? Since we are betting against each other, I will naturally use poison."

Xiao Chen stood up and walked towards the killer, with a light smile on his face.

The killer's expression suddenly changed, and he didn't realize at all how the other party used poison.

It was an invisible poison that penetrated into his skin silently, destroying his vitality.

His skin turned dark and oozed foul-smelling juices. His eyes became blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of mist. His steps became staggering, as if bound by invisible shackles.

The poison raged in his body, using his heart as a battlefield, causing his life to slowly fade away in endless torture.

Every time the severe pain hit, it was like being pierced by an invisible sharp knife through the heart. His face became as pale as snow, and cold sweat fell like rain.

The killer knew that he had been tricked, and this time it was inexplicable.

(End of this chapter)