Not afraid to approach.

At the end of the center axis of the secret room is-Zhang Shi chair, paved-Zhang gorgeous white tiger skin,-a burly man sitting on the cross, this man closed his eyes, clearly the room is full of light, but I do not know why See how he looks.

Suddenly the man looked up and inhaled, the two different-color smoke would disappear a lot, while the man's face showed redness, which seemed to be the consequence of inhaling two kinds of poisonous smoke.

The direction in which the fumes drifted was towards him. The man stopped-a strange cloud of poisonous smoke, which made people feel trembling. Apparently he was running some strange and magical power, and the poisonous smoke in this room was for him.

For more than half an hour, the man worked, and the entire house was smoked by him. Two strange poisonous fumes were absorbing in his body at this moment, and the situation that could not see his face suddenly disappeared. -Zhang Qing's face appeared, but it was even more scary. On the left side of his face there were pink bulges and swellings, **** red, as if they were about to break through his cheeks. At this point, I still can't help but bulge, it seems that the poisonous crickets crawl slowly on the face, terrifying. The right face was sunken. Seems to be living inside the cheek-a blood-sucking poisonous worm that couldn't stop sucking blood. The skin quickly withered, and the skin tone of a mature man now seems to be eighty or ninety years old, half of his face withered to the appearance of a facial bone prototype. Looking away is not human, just thin--Zhang Qiangren has a terrible skull.

Such a special scene actually appears on the same person's face, if it is not visible to the eyes, it is really hard to believe. No matter which side, it can be almost concluded that this person's life is soon to die, and his death is in an instant.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, the left and right palms hit each other, and the two hands struck together in one place. The swelling and wilting on the left and right faces seemed to shift from left to right. The swollen blood filled the constantly withered face. The swelling on the crawling face disappeared gradually, while the other side's cheek gradually became bloody. It seems that the poison on both sides of the yin and yang converge, and the man's face suddenly recovers the unclear qualities, but even so, it can be seen that the two strange situations have disappeared from his face and even his body.

Both of these poisonous fumes are quite unusual. The pink poisonous smoke is a red scorpion poisonous scorpion produced near the volcano in southern Xinjiang. The poisonous scorpion is fed day and night, and hundreds of poisonous scorpions gather to fight each other. The one who wins is called the red scorpion king. Then use this method to make hundreds of Red Scorpion Kings, and then conduct a final battle. The King of Kings, which is finally born, is the raw material of this poisonous smoke-Red Scorpion.

The other kind of green poisonous smoke is from snake venom, which is the private possession of Wanxi Poison King in southern Xinjiang. Thirty years ago, Wan Xun Poison King kept a black dove beside him, which was extremely poisonous. One day when I went out looking for poison, I saw a bone-eroded golden silkworm. Seeing the hunting heart is happy, the poison king fights with his own dove. The two poisons are comparable and must not be similar. But did not notice the approach of a green snake behind the different dove. It moved like a flash of lightning, indirectly injuring two bites, and poisoned both the dove and the golden silkworm. The little snake did not leave after biting them, and sucked out the venom of the two things.

This little green snake is called a green snake, and it is born naturally, even poisonous. Later, the snake gained the toxic qualities of two major poisons, the toxicity of which was beyond anything. The whole body was almost green and shiny, and the corrosive green smoke sprayed out was harmless. The Wan King Poison King was just right, and he used various means to subdue this little snake. To date, it is already a giant snake more than three feet long.

Both of these are extremely venomous poisons. The old man who collected the poisonous venom of two poisonous insects accumulated for hundreds of days, and put it in Dading and mixed it with numerous poisonous bone poisonous weeds.

The original man's idea was very wonderful. He entrusted the elderly to compete with each other based on the specificity of these two poisons, forcing the potential resistance in his body to improve his own skills.

Of course, these two poisons with opposite properties are extremely toxic. The internal strength is slightly worse. It is hard to say that inhalation of chemistry is just a terrible death. Although this method is wonderful, in order to use it, in addition to such a rare poison, you also need to have a strong foundation of pride in the world.

Luo Yan couldn't help sighing: This man forcibly used the internal power to dissolve the toxin. How can such a powerful practice practice not hurt itself? It is practiced without leaving the sequelae. This evil person can be really evil.

In about a quarter of an hour, all the poisonous smoke disappeared, and the man took a long breath, and the aerosols that he exhaled became blood red. It doesn't matter if it is poisonous. The old man who stopped agitating Juding extinguished the fire, but walked to the man. He didn't know what method was used. When he saw his big hand--waving, he cleared the red poisonous mist.

The man slowly opened his eyes at this time, apparently already knowing Luo Yan was here, and looked directly at him.

"What are you looking for?"

Luo Yan approached silently, and a few feet outside the seat, threw a bag on the back, making a sound of gold and iron impact.

"This is the ghost cry knife and Bai Zijian, the sword is here."

The man didn't look at the sword on the ground, just smiled.

"What about that person? Is it dead?"

"Kill one, and the other one lost to me as soon as he fought. R should now wake up."

The man sat obliquely on the stone seat, showing a wicked smile: "No one is dead," what are you doing back? "

"You don't want to deceive people too much." Luo Yan stared at the man, his voice roaring like a beast, and seemed to suppress the great anger, shouting: "Ables !!

Alberus, the man who is the ghostly master seems to be sincerely interested in Luo Yan's response, with a wistful chivalry, and ridiculed.

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