I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 153 Poison Valley 4
It was obvious that Brother Niu was an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator, otherwise he would not be so cruel to capture people and use them as medicine, and conduct experiments on living bodies. He would definitely bear a lot of sins, and sooner or later he would die under the judgment of heaven and the rules of the world.

Fu Yao: "Then do you know the cultivation level of Brother Niu? How many medicine men does Brother Niu have? What is their cultivation level?"

The ghost-faced man's eyes flashed with hesitation, and he stammered, "Well, Brother Niu has never shown his strength in front of everyone, and I don't know what his cultivation level is. There are thirty medicine men, but they basically have no fighting power. They will only unlock their Dantian when they are allowed to capture new medicine men."

Fu Yao snorted lightly, obviously not satisfied with the answer. She closed her eyes and rested, and the whip started working again.

Before he could hit him twice, the man with the ghost face suddenly fell to the ground, vomiting black blood, which was accompanied by a foul smell, and his body curled up and twitched involuntarily.

Fu Yao took a look and thought that this might be the reaction of the drug man after being poisoned. The corners of her mouth twitched. This man was also stubborn. If it were her, she would have ended her life when she could have taken control of her own life long ago. It would be too meaningless to live like this.

Fu Yao: "Is there any meaning in living like this? This poison attack must have happened more than once! Your life is in the hands of others, and there is no hope of escape.

If you tell me the level of that Niu brother, where he is, and what kind of poison he has, I will kill you and not let you die in the wilderness. I will bury you properly."

Fu Yao's words were like tempting poisonous apples, making people unable to resist taking a couple of bites, even if it meant being doomed in the end.

The man with the ghost face looked gloomy, as if he had suddenly figured everything out.

"I can tell you, but you have to bury me in a beautiful place."

Fu Yao smiled and said, "Of course, this is the condition for our exchange."

The man with the ghost face also hates Brother Niu who controls him to be a medicine man. He hopes that Fu Yao can really kill him, otherwise his body may be made into a medicine puppet and he will never rest in peace.

Fu Yao quickly found the place with the man with the ghost face.

This is a place full of poisonous weeds and insects. In this silent wilderness, danger is everywhere.

Venomous snakes roamed in the grass, constantly searching for their next prey, and insects flew in the air, emitting a pungent smell.

This is the end of all life. Only the most tenacious creatures can survive and reproduce here. Even the smallest trauma may lead to death. Extreme vigilance and survival ability are required here.

Fu Yao couldn't help but admire Brother Niu for finding such a place, or this place was formed after Brother Niu planted it, but no matter what, this is a good place to practice poison.

Fu Yao took out a homemade telescope, which could be used to see the scene ten miles away, and she could see it clearly without the other party noticing at all.

He has sallow skin, deep-set eyes, and a gloomy expression. It's obvious at first glance that he's someone who's not someone you'd want to mess with.

However, his expression was cold and indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything. He only looked at the black test tube in his hand with a fanatical look.

Originally, Fu Yao was very confident that she would not be discovered, because she had tried several times in the sect and had never been discovered, but she underestimated a person who had been living on the edge of a knife for many years.

Brother Niu looked sharply along the line of sight of Fu Yao's telescope. What kind of eyes were those? They were empty, without any emotion, giving people a feeling of despair. Originally, he ran away immediately after being discovered by Brother Niu, but his strength was far inferior to his, so he was caught up in a short while.

In a secluded valley with towering ancient trees, Fu Yao and the evil cultivator Heisha stood facing each other.

Fu Yao's eyes flashed with determination, and Heisha's mouth curled up with a strange sneer. "Humph, you little immortal cultivator, dare to peek at me!"

Heisha laughed arrogantly, flicked his fingers, and black energy condensed in the air and quickly attacked Fu Yao.

Fu Yao's expression remained unchanged. She waved her long sleeves and the spiritual energy around her surged, forming a transparent light shield that blocked those dark energies one by one. She flicked her fingers and the sword energy flew into the air, turning into sword beams that slashed towards the black evil.

"Sword light? Nothing more than that!" Heisha sneered, and a palm wind suddenly rose up, turning into a huge black palm, which directly scattered the sword light.

The battle between the two became more and more intense. Fu Yao's mind moved, and the green sword in his hand flew. The tip of the sword emitted a little cold light, like a galaxy falling into the mortal world. Wherever the sword light passed, the evil energy of the black evil was cut off and turned into little lights that dissipated in the air.

Heisha was shocked when he saw this. He thought that with his profound evil cultivation skills, he could suppress this mere foundation-building cultivator. However, the exquisiteness of Fu Yao's swordsmanship had exceeded his expectations.

Suddenly, Fu Yao let out a long roar, detonating a fifth-grade magical weapon. Then, the tip of the sword emitted an unprecedented powerful momentum, and the sword light was like a dragon's roar, rushing straight into Heisha's chest.

Heisha resisted the power of the magic weapon's self-detonation, but although he tried to resist the following sword, it was too late. He only felt an invisible sword energy piercing through his chest. His body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, turning into a ball of dark evil energy that gradually dissipated into nothingness.

Fu Yao held the sword tightly, stood there, breathing rapidly, she was still poisoned.

She smelled of blood, her hair was disheveled, her breathing was rapid, her eyes were closed, and drops of sweat slid down her forehead and flowed onto her dusty face, leaving deep marks.

She clenched her teeth and tried hard to keep herself awake, but she couldn't help trembling. At this moment, her body was weaker than ever before, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Although the opponent was only in the early stage of Jindan, she still overestimated her own strength. If it had not been for the careful calculations before and there were no accidents in the middle, once the opponent had a contracted monster to help, the chance of failure would increase by five levels. Although she had the dragon Hanbing, because of the contradiction, Fu Yao directly ignored its existence.

The blood on his body dyed the snow-white robes red, like a bunch of gorgeous red spider lilies, looking full of brokenness.

Fu Yao held on to the last bit of strength and told herself not to sleep, and threw a healing pill into her mouth.

A great battle just took place here. I believe that the people and monsters in the Poison Valley have noticed it. The sudden quietness of the environment can only mean that one side has been defeated and the other has won. However, the noise was so loud that the winning side must have been seriously injured.

There will definitely be a lot of people coming to take advantage of the situation at this time. If you don’t leave quickly, you will fall into the next trap.

Sure enough, not long after Fu Yao left, four or five warmly dressed cultivators approached, and several monsters also approached with a fierce look in their eyes.

The war was on the verge of breaking out, and no one knew who would make the first move. The valley, which had just been quiet for a while, erupted into a fierce battle again. Fu Yao, who had escaped far away, touched his chest in fear.