[Chapter 1597 The old poisoner is not dead]
. The short, fat and handsome Ren Yingjun seemed to have grasped the weakness of the King of All Poisons. He continued with excitement, “Do you really think I’m stupid? Your old injuries will relapse every month on the night of the Yin Moon, which is when your skills are the weakest. It is true that
the leaves of the Silence Tree are not enough to kill you, but what about the Netherworld Wild Lotus? Haha, the toxicity produced by the two together is not as simple as one plus one equals two. I remember you said that when the Netherworld Wild Lotus touches the leaves of the Silence Tree, the toxins produced can poison immortals.
Add to that the high temperature of the hot magma pool and the consequences of your continuous hard work, it is enough to make you, an old immortal, drink a pot, right? These are all the knowledge about using poisons that you taught me, what do you think? Am I remembering it correctly? Hahaha…”
“Cough…” The King of Ten Thousand Poisons coughed, “Yes, you are better than those other losers. Indeed, your master did not expect that you would get the Netherworld Wild Lotus. Now I think it must be that you went to the Netherworld Valley again eight hundred years ago and got this wild lotus?”
The short and fat and ugly Ren Yingjun said proudly, “Yes, I’m lucky. When you said that the wild lotus can only grow in the Netherworld Valley, I went there… and I got one after risking my life. It’s not unfair that I can give it to you, an old immortal, today?
Your old injury relapsed on the night of the Yin Moon. The Netherworld Wild Lotus can aggravate your injury three times. You, an old immortal, should not feel well now, right?”
“Puff… cough cough…” The King of Ten Thousand Poisons spat out another mouthful of blood and coughed repeatedly. Then he looked at the short and fat and ugly man calmly and said, “Everything you have is taught by me. Do you think your poison on me will work?” “
Huh, you know whether it works or not, old immortal.” The short and fat and ugly Ren Yingjun had a gloomy face as he spoke.
“Haha, OK, come here, my head is here, come and take it.” At this time, the King of All Poisons was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform. Apart from vomiting blood, he was calm and composed.
But the short and fat man was a little unpredictable.
I wonder how badly this old immortal was injured?
In theory, the toxins produced by the fusion of the leaves of the Silence Tree and the Netherworld Wild Lotus are enough to poison the old immortal. In fact, he has studied these for many years.
These two poisons do not kill people directly, but will make people’s true essence go backwards. If they go backwards for an inch, their qi and blood will explode. This has been confirmed. The old immortal has vomited blood several times.
Anyway, his true essence can’t be circulated anymore. If he forces it to circulate, his body will explode and die. In addition, his soul will be paralyzed, and the power of the soul will not be able to be exerted for at least half an hour. In this case, Ren Yingjun really can’t think of what this old immortal can do.
He must be playing tricks and stalling for time, right… This must be the case, he must be stalling for time. Although the two poisons are overbearing, they have a time limit. They are only effective for half an hour. After half an hour, everything will return to normal.
We can’t let the old immortal succeed. We must kill him now. After killing him, the Nine Heavens Poison God Pill will be mine. I will be the new generation of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons. Everything will be mine, Ren Yingjun…
The short and fat Ren Yingjun became more and more excited as he thought about it. Then he looked at the King of Ten Thousand Poisons and said, “Don’t think I don’t know you are stalling for time, old immortal. The effect of half an hour is enough for me to kill you a hundred times. Now I will send you to hell.”
“Haha, come on, your master will help you in a few days.” Sitting on the stone platform, he acted calmly and looked like he was ready to be slaughtered.
Even Yang Yiyu, who was watching secretly, couldn’t figure out this performance. Was the King of Ten Thousand Poisons poisoned?
It stands to reason that the preparations of the short and fat Ren Yingjun should not be wrong. Indeed, the King of Ten Thousand Poisons vomited blood and looked sick. He would not resist.
But after all, he was the King of Ten Thousand Poisons. Who knew if he had a backup plan? However,
Yang Yiyu was waiting to watch the show at this moment, because the short and fat Ren Yingjun seemed to be unable to hold back and started to fight.
The short and fat Ren Yingjun hit the King of Ten Thousand Poisons who was sitting cross-legged on the magma pool with his palm of true essence, but he did not get close to him.
Seeing this, Yang Yiyu also muttered secretly: “This short and fat Ren Yingjun is not stupid!”
He was willing to jump directly onto the stone platform for the short and fat Ren Yingjun, but he hit the King of Ten Thousand Poisons from a distance.
“Boom…”
After a palm, the King of Ten Thousand Poisons fell directly to the ground.
“Dead?”
Yang Yiyu widened his eyes.
In his perception, the short and fat Ren Yingjun’s palm directly killed the King of Ten Thousand Poisons, and there was no breath at all.
So weak?
Or was it really that the old injury of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons recurred, coupled with the poison of the short and fat man, he was at the end of his rope?
Just a palm strike killed him?
The mighty King of Ten Thousand Poisons died just like that. Yang Yiyun really didn’t believe it, but he could sense that the King of Ten Thousand Poisons had indeed lost any breath.
“Ahahahaha… dead… dead… the old immortal is finally dead, hahaha…”
The next moment, the short and fat man Ren Yingjun laughed crazily. He was also stunned at first, but found that the King of Ten Thousand Poisons had no breath at all. At this moment, he believed that his poison and the old immortal’s injury played a big role. It was originally a tentative palm strike, and the old immortal didn’t dodge, or he couldn’t dodge, so it wasn’t surprising that he was killed by a palm strike.
After five or six thousand years under the shadow of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons, the King of Ten Thousand Poisons died at this time, and the short and fat man Ren Yingjun went crazy…
The laughter spread throughout the secret room.
Logically speaking, the King of Ten Thousand Poisons was dead, and Yang Yiyu should have returned to his original state at this moment. Then he gave an order and asked the forty big demons guarding outside to rush in and cut the short and fat Ren Yingjun into pieces, and everything would be over.
But Yang Yiyu always felt that the King of Ten Thousand Poisons died too smoothly, and he felt uneasy. He hid in the corner and watched, not making any rash moves, preparing to wait and see.
If the King of Ten Thousand Poisons had any backup plan, it would be bad at that time.
It’s right to be cautious.
…
After the short and fat Ren Yingjun stopped laughing wildly, his eyes were fixed on the alchemy furnace on the stone platform of the magma pool, which was hot.
The next moment, he flew up and landed directly on the stone platform.
The short and fat Ren Yingjun was still very cautious. Although he was thinking about the elixir, he was on guard because the body of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons was still on the stone platform.
The short and fat Ren Yingjun was more than three meters away from the body of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons. He stared at the body of the King of Ten Thousand Poisons and said viciously: “Old immortal, you are finally dead. You have oppressed me for thousands of years. It’s a good thing for you. It’s time to give me the “Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra”…”
As Ren Yingjun spoke, he waved his hand and the clothes on the King of Ten Thousand Poisons tore into pieces, and then a metal book fell to the ground.
It was something that appeared from the King of Ten Thousand Poisons’ underwear.
Yang Yiyu had heard the master and apprentice say before that it should be the “Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra”.
The short and fat Ren Yingjun stretched out his hand, took the golden book in his hand, and opened it impatiently, and then his face was red, obviously very excited.
“Hahaha… The Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra is mine. I finally got it. The Nine Heavens Poison God Pill is also mine. From now on, I, Ren Yingjun, will be the new generation of the Ten Thousand Poisons King. Hahaha…”
The short and fat man held the golden booklet in both hands, looked at the contents inside, couldn’t help laughing, and was shaking all over. He got the coveted Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra.
In the past, the Ten Thousand Poisons King would never let him take a look, hiding the booklet close to his body, and always using the Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra to tempt him to do things…
Now he finally doesn’t have to act according to the face of the old immortal. In the future, he will practice the Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra and make his own decisions.
After a while, the short and fat man closed the golden booklet or the Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra, and then looked at the body of the Ten Thousand Poisons King, who was still lying on the ground without any movement, and sneered: “Old immortal, go to the magma pool.”
As he spoke, the short and fat man was about to hit the body of the Ten Thousand Poisons King and hit the Ten Thousand Poisons King into the rolling magma pool.
But when the short and fat man was practicing, he thought it happened.
“Puff…”
A large mouthful of blood spat out from the short and fat man’s mouth, and then the short and fat man Ren Yingjun fell to the ground and screamed.
“Ahhh… what’s going on…?”
At this moment, the short and fat man Ren Yingjun was horrified to find that my whole body began to rot, starting with my hands… The
golden booklet in my hand fell to the ground, because his hands had turned into bones…
“Cough cough…”
At this moment, a cough sounded.
Yang Yiyu was shocked, and this cough came from the King of Ten Thousand Poisons.
The old poisoner was not dead.
The King of Ten Thousand Poisons, who had no breath, coughed and sat up. Looking at the short and fat man Ren Yingjun who was screaming in fear, he smiled and said, “My dear disciple, your master has long said that you should not be tempted by the Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra. You don’t listen, and you are finished now, right?”
(End of this chapter)
