The Poison Pill instantly shattered into pieces, and a stream of white smoke came out from inside.
In the process of rising, it actually turned into a mirage!
It's like a ghost market trapping us in Ecstasy.
I know that Wuxi and his nine-tailed poisonous scorpions have grown up with poisons since they were young. They divide poisons into ordinary poisons, spiritual poisons, and ghost visitors...
But this poisonous toad on Wawu Mountain swallows the essence of moonlight in the ecstasy at night, and it has the spirit of heaven and earth.
During the day, it kills countless lives and even eats their souls. It also has the poison of visitors from the netherworld.
Therefore, the inner elixir of this poisonous toad does not belong to the spiritual Gu or the visitor from the netherworld, but it is superior to both! What's more, after living for thousands of years, it has already become a spirit and a demon. As it lives in the swamp, poisonous gas is its nourishment.
In other words, this poisonous elixir is truly universal and incurable!
What a nine-tailed poisonous scorpion, what a ten thousand poisonous hand...
In front of it, everything can only turn into ashes.
Before that mirage rose, I had already put on the gas mask specially prepared for me by Ge Weihan, and quickly walked to the darkest area of the passage, where I still had the last trump card to bet!
Wuxi was not so lucky. The white mist poured into his lungs along with his breathing, making his entire face turn blue, turning from green to purple, and then from purple to black.
As for the two nine-tailed poisonous scorpions, they had already lost their mobility and were struggling to escape.
But the white mist behind seemed to have grown two ghost hands, pulling them back alive.
Swallow it completely!
Later, Usi's face gradually melted, revealing his true appearance.
How should I put it, his eyes are normal, but his nose and lips are small.
It turns out that he is not truly formless, but is so small that he can almost pretend to be nothing. Only in this way can he put on someone else's skin, patch it up, and transform into another person.
"Li Jinglan, I'm going to kill you!"
The angry Wu Xi couldn't hold on for long. He wanted to pull me together before he died. Hei Miao's lifelong poisonous skills suddenly condensed on his hands.
"Yeah?"
"I'm afraid that if your father is here in person, he will become my plaything."
I stood in the darkness, tilting my head, like a demon that had just climbed out of hell, sticking out my tongue and licking my lips.
A beam of light shone on the side of my face, and my aura was completely different from before.
The evil spirit is awe-inspiring.
But Wu Xi showed the most frightened expression in his life: "You...how did you..."
"Do you know why he would choose to take action here?"
I walked towards Usi step by step, and the scarlet third eye on his forehead seemed to be smiling: "Because he doesn't want the people he loves most to know what kind of existence lives in his body, darkness, This is my best stage.”
"I miss you so much! The last time I came out, I was still in the dark tomb of the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa..."
"That night, I killed the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa for him."
"The last time was when he escaped from Lei Town..."
"That night, I borrowed his hand and killed the pursuers."
"Don't try to trick me again! You must die today." Usi shouted sternly, grabbing at me with colorful hands.
I pulled out the Zhanshen coldly, trying to compare with the broken copper and iron from before. At this moment, Zhanshen's whole body burst out with a dazzling light, became hot, and even burned with a layer of flowing flames.
It's just that it's not the kind of purple flame in Nuwa's little hands.
But a grainy black color!
Endless black flames enveloped my right hand, reflecting half of my body in black.
Then my whole body collided with Ussi's.
"laugh!"
Usi's two hands were cut off at the same time, but I passed him by with my knife.
With a thud, the two severed arms fell to the ground, and the fallen Wuxi had no power to fight back.
"you you!"
He looked at me in disbelief.
"It's so pitiful! The Ten Thousand Poison Hands have become handless. How can we compete for Silver Bell's Kamani like this?"
"Remember my name, Li Jinglan."
I bent down without mercy and put the cold blade on his neck.
Then cut the throat bit by bit.
Large mouthfuls of blood spit out from his mouth, and a lot leaked from his neck. He just slowly lost his life in infinite fear.
"So what if you win, that thing will kill everyone in the tomb. The silver bell does not belong to me, and it will not belong to you. You, you just die together. I will wait for you on the road to hell. …”
As he spoke, Wusi breathed his last.
Two eyes stared at me with hatred, refusing to rest in peace!
When the third eye on my forehead slowly disappeared, my rationality was slowly brought back to reality, but I couldn't remember anything. I only remembered that I tricked Wuxi into the tomb passage, and finally used the God-Slaying method to kill him. Throat punishment...
"No matter what, thank you." I said to myself.
The creepy voice in my heart quietly sounded: "You're welcome, I'm with you!" This was followed by a series of creepy laughter.
I couldn't help but get goosebumps and hurriedly walked out of the passage, but the angry flames in my palms still didn't disappear. It was the touch of God Slayer.
It seemed like Zhan Shen was reminding me that there was something I hadn’t done yet.
It's strange, why is Zhan Shen so excited now? Is it going to cut Wuxi's body into pieces?
No!
It seemed to be influenced by something on Usi's body.
I came to Wuxi's body and searched up and down, and found that he really had a strange ancient mirror in his arms.
After taking out the mirror, Zhanshen felt even hotter. This was indeed what it hated!
"Is this mirror a treasure and are you jealous?"
I teased, and I don’t know if Zhan Shen understood it, but I just felt that it was not as hot as before.
I picked up the mirror and looked at it carefully. I found that it was a bronze mirror, at least thousands of years old. On the back of the mirror is a strange black snake with horns, and there are several hands extending from hell around it, which seems to imply that this snake comes from hell.
I couldn't think too much at the moment, so I picked up the mirror and stumbled outside.
But when I left, I suddenly remembered the Sanxingdui Altar.
At that time, Usi and the others took something from the compartment of the altar. According to speculation, it was probably the magic weapon of the witch.
The strange black snake is the messenger of hell. Is the real owner of this mirror a witch?
When I staggered and climbed out holding on to the wall, I heard the sound of Yin Ling'er crying loudly, and shouting: "Wuwuwu, Wuxi, you killed brother Jinglan, I am I won’t let you go.”
However, everyone was shocked when they saw that it was me.
"Brother Jinglan?"
"apprentice!"
"Oh Gua Wa'er? I read that right."
"Little brother, you are still alive!"
Everyone couldn't believe that it was me who finally came out of the tunnel alive.
