Cold silk is the body, divine iron is the bone. Dzi beads ward off evil spirits and protect the body with glazed glass.

There are thousands of strange poisons in the palm. The black fan flows, and the yellow spring is attracted.

The glass at night is gone, and the poisonous treasure is inexhaustible, and it is transformed into infinite uses. It is a thousand dangerous things, and it is a huge amount of poison.

----The twelve supreme weapons are gone at night, and the glazed building is hidden.

Now, in the twelve-day list, except Qiu Buping, who has been killed in battle, the top players are all good at facing attacks.

Assassination, poisons and other evil ways that have the advantage in the human and earth lists will show that they lack strength once they enter the heavenly list.

For example, the first place in the world's poison skills, the old man of Wandu Sect, is only one more than Ai Dachai and Tongtang's witches in the twelve days list, and the most powerful assassin Qu Xie cannot even make it to the Tianlist.

The reason is that in addition to entering the innate world, warriors practice weak and return to the real, making their bodies strong as non-human, and their immune system in their bodies are also strengthened, and their resistance to poisons has been greatly improved, there is another important reason.

As any warrior improves his martial arts, his true energy flows throughout his body, his body is constantly nourished, and his perception will gradually improve.

The higher the martial arts skills, the more sensitive the martial artist will be, and the spiritual connection between the ears and eyes is like a magical power.

When you reach the Heavenly List, whether it is a battle or a practice in daily life, you will be within ten feet of your body, and you will be able to control the movements within ten feet of your body. It is almost impossible to do assassination and sneak attacks at this time.

It was impossible to do it when Qu Xie was in its prime.

He killed two kings and died in countless martial arts masters under his command, but he did not have the success of assassinating the Tianbang. The same is true for the old man Wandu. No Tianbang has ever been defeated by his poison skills.

Ren Hao practices magic and is invincible for all poisons.

Monk Yuanwu has achieved great success in his entire Buddhist skills. Even if he is poisoned, he can recover quickly under the scrubbing of the true energy of Nirvana.

In this world, if you can use poisons and assassination methods, you can make up the highest level of Lin Wandong. If you go up, these methods will be difficult to take effect.

Therefore, when martial arts reaches the Tianlist level, if both sides want to win or lose, there is almost no other way except to face the game with dignity.

But everything has its pros and cons.

Poisonous drugs and assassination methods are at high levels and are so weak that they are difficult to take effect. However, when walking below the local list, poisoners and assassins are always the opponents that the tourists in the martial arts world are the least willing to face.

If you are not careful, your life will be gone.

At this time, Ren Hao and Monk Yuanwu fought fiercely on the Yangtze River, the two Heavenly Lists of the Demon Sect, and gained the upper hand. In the eyes of both sides, they were suppressed by the old Taohua retreating back to the north shore.

This is victory.

It attracted a lot of decent people to cheer. As Ren Hao and the old monk returned to the south bank formation, there were loud cheers and cheers. Even the soldiers guarding the Southern Dynasty on the island in Jiangxin waved their weapons and shouted for victory.

In this cold weapon era, when the two armies fight, morale is an important factor in determining the outcome. Their own side is in the limelight, which will naturally make the soldiers' confidence surge.

The confrontation between north and south was across the river, and the first battle ended like this.

It feels like a hasty ending, and the fight between the two armies is just a stick of incense. However, the battle between experts from the martial arts world is very exciting, just like a commercial blockbuster with a personal hero.

Chen Qiu, who was watching behind, felt feasted on his eyes.

Everyone relaxed their guard.

Even Ren Hao and Monk Yuanwu were a little tired because of the battle. The people in the martial arts world surrounded each other and encouraged each other, not to be afraid of the Demon Sect, they were just like that.

The lively crowd surrounded the leader and Master Yuanwu and retreated towards the camp.

In the crowd, an old man in black was also smiling and talking to others. He reached out and put his hand into the sleeve of his right hand, held something, and took it out gently.

The few people next to him saw the thing in the old man's hand at a glance.

It's a fan.

A black folding fan is very gorgeous and exquisite, as long as the forearm, and there are layers of cloud patterns on the black fan bone. The fan is a rare silk fabric, which is extremely flat and has no creases.

Under the dim sunlight, there was still cold light tangling on the fan.

Below the delicate fan, a few black ropes were worn with colorful glass beads, and a few black, long, beads dotted with white strange lines.

That thing is called Dzi beads.

It is said that it is a blessing from the gods, and it is a top treasure above the snowy realm. It is difficult for the great nobles in the snowy realm to find one, but under this black fan, there were five.

They are still the best nine-eyed Dzi beads.

All these glass beads and diarrhea beads are worth ten thousand gold.

In the crowd, the old man still looked smiling, no different from other people at the bottom of the world. He also seemed to have a smile on his face because of the righteous victory.

He was wearing coarse cloth clothes and had an ordinary face, not conspicuous at all.

He held the fan and stepped forward, less than five feet away from Ren Hao and Monk Yuanwu in the middle of the crowd.

The next moment...

"Swish"

The black fan spread out, and the sound was light. The spreading fan was like life. It flew from the old man's palm, like a butterfly flapping his wings, jumping into the air.

At this time, the people around the old man could see clearly that the black fan was waving flowers, birds, fish and insects, which seemed to be a scene in the world, while the pattern on the other side was a bit strange.

It is like the spots of moonlight, and on the dark fan surface, there are all kinds of twisted and evil ghosts, just like a hundred ghosts walking at night, but under the spots of moonlight, it is like the long night is about to end and dawn is coming.

It was the dawn of the night.

Time has slowed down at this instant.

The expressions of the people around them changed from smiling to terror, as if they were slow motion, and they could even see the subtle changes in the corners of their eyes, mouth, nose and muscles on their faces.

The experts in the world in the crowd also saw the black fan flying into the sky, and their reaction was very fast.

Wuyang Zhenren slapped his sleeves and slapped the huge disciples beside him hard towards the periphery. Lin Wandong took a few steps back and drew his sword in his hand. Outside the crowd, half of the ghost face of the Mustard Monk also became ferocious.

He pushed Shen Qiu and Lin Huiyin out, and then he fitted himself and rushed towards the crowd, as if to remind the master to be careful.

This scene is like a bomb, the world's various moments before it explodes in the crowd.

"careful!"

"retreat!"

"Do not!"

It seemed like a slow time, but it returned to normal in the next moment.

The noisy roar sounded from the crowd, and Ren Hao and Yuanwu's old monk burst out with true energy at the same time, just like hitting an air wall in all directions, pushing the people surrounding the rivers and lakes three feet away.

"puff"

Above everyone's heads, the black fan swept around, as if a switch was activated, like a scattering flower in the sky.

The smoke of millions of colors is from the black fan to the center. In an instant, all living beings will be included within fifteen feet.

In just a moment, nearly a hundred people inhaled poisonous smoke. Those who were lucky enough to die directly without any pain.

Unfortunately, I could only survive and struggle in pain in the smoke.

"It's a code! The night is full of glass! The old man who has poisoned you!"

"Run!"

Chen Qiu and others were unwilling to join in the fun. The place where they stood was twenty feet away from the crowd and was not affected by the first wave of poisonous smoke, but the black fan was still spinning in the air. Every minute they moved, different poisons were spilled out.

The poison circle is spreading rapidly.

Zhang Lan reacted the fastest. His face was distorted, he swears, opened his arms, picked up four or five people around him, and rushed out of the river bank and jumped into the river water.

Xiao Tie also jumped up with Lei Shiyin with a frightened expression and smashed Zhang Lan into the water.

Chen Qiu grabbed Lin Huiyin's slender waist and turned around and slapped her.

When he was dead, he had no energy left, and nine-point sacrificed himself suddenly rose. The cold snow brought cold wind to the cold wind, trapping the coming poisonous smoke in place, and using the recoil, he jumped up from the place.

But the smoke condensed but did not dissipate. After only a few breaths, it continued to roll out.

"Plop"

Chen Qiu and Lin Huiyin also jumped into the water. While he fell into the water, Gongshu cleverly brought up the silk thread of true energy, dragging everyone around him who were slow to react or who was stunned to the ground and into the water on the shore.

People in the martial arts world generally responded very quickly. With Zhang Lan taking the lead, hundreds of splashes appeared in the river in just a moment.

Chen Qiu floated and floated in the water for a moment, and then he poked his head out. He looked to the shore. Among the rapidly spreading poisonous smoke, several leaders worked together to gather their true energy with Ren Hao as the center, and spread the poisonous smoke everywhere.

The old monk Yuanwu waved the dragon, and the Buddhist true energy gathered and twisted, just like the true energy rolled up, wrapping up all the smoke like a tornado, pushing them into the sky.

The Mustard Monk was right next to Yuanwu. He raised his hands and left no room for the strange dragon-binding technique. The Liufeng Qi shield unfolded, protecting everyone who was poisoned within three feet of his body.

When the poisonous smoke spread, there were corpses on the ground.

And among the deadly corpse, an old man in black stood, touching the deadly black fan in his hand, and the night was filled with glaze.

This scene gave Chen Qiu in the water a very strong sense of déjà.

Time and space seemed to be in chaos at this moment.

Chen Qiu seemed to have returned to his hometown and saw the tragic situation of human bombs in the chaotic areas after the explosion, although there was no gunpowder or the broken buildings.

But the howl of the wounded, the dead silence of the dead, and the strong opposition between life and death.

The old man in black in the corpse overlapped almost perfectly with the images of the thugs who lost their humanity in Shen Qiu's memory.

Demonic Cult.
To be continued...