Only then did Wu San realize that he really despised this humble slave.

After all, Wu San was an existence in the elixir realm. Seeing Zheng Xian approaching, Wu San's hands suddenly shook, and two rays of clouds emerged from his palms, and he slapped at Zheng Xian.

If Dongzi's death was to underestimate the enemy's carelessness, then Wu San would no longer make Dongzi's mistakes again at this time.

Because the bloody lesson is right in front of you.

The Xiacai that floated from Wu San's palms looked pleasing to the eye and was bizarre, but in fact there was a fatal moldy mist hidden inside. Once it was photographed, the moldy mist immediately penetrated into the skin, melting the flesh and rotting bones, and ulcerating everything.

This is Wu San's finale, named Bai Du Fruit Mist. There are at least a dozen immortal cultivators who died tragically under his wave.

Zheng Xian had no idea that Wu San had such a finale.

At this moment, there was only one slaughter stone left on Zheng Xian's body, which made the long sword made of the ultimate blooming aurora in Zheng Xian's hand begin to become light and dark, unstable.

After all, no matter how powerful it is, it still needs to continuously provide the dead aurora. Without the dead aurora provided by the dead aurora continuously, even a fruit knife cannot compare to the lethal power.

As soon as the poisonous corrosive fog eroded half a meter beside Zheng Xian, the dead stone on Zheng Xian's body immediately reacted and popped up the dead light shield, but the dead light shield melted quickly like ice and snow under the erosion of the poisonous corrosive fog, which almost completely could not hinder Wu San's foggy hands from the arrival of Wu San's foggy hands.

At this moment, the experience and tenacity that Zheng Xian had produced by being beaten up countless times by the Nightingale began to work.

Just when Zheng Xian faced such a fierce poisonous fog, he still did not retreat. Instead, he faced the poisonous fog and cut directly into Wu San's midline.

Zheng Xian knew very well that this was his only chance. He withdrew this time and would never have another chance next time!

It was like rain hitting thousands of holes on the water surface. As Zheng Xian approached, the more powerful it became, the more it could shatter the unbearable dying light shield.

The poisonous fog with a fishy and sour smell immediately invaded Zheng Xian's body. In the blink of an eye, a hole was eroded. Zheng Xian's skin, Zheng Xian's cheeks, and Zheng Xian's clothes were rapidly deformed, like candles, constantly dissolving and rotting.

After paying such a price, Zheng Xian finally reached one meter in front of Wu San's chest.

Wu San obviously did not expect that Zheng Xianhan would be so afraid of death. If it were normal, Wu San would definitely mock Zheng Xian for his stupidity.

But after experiencing the previous incident, Wu San knew that this humble slave should not be underestimated. He underestimated his result and lay quietly with the most ordinary short knife in his chest not far away.

Killed by an ordinary little knife is a very shame for cultivators, especially those in the realm of Condensing Pills.

After death, they will be ridiculed and regarded as a negative teaching material.

A ferocious sneer appeared at the corner of Wu San's mouth, urging the fog of the hundred poisons to the extreme. The mist that emerged from Wu San's palms was flying rapidly like a long snake.

Although Zheng Xian had already punched him, Wu San firmly believed that his fog of poisons was enough to cause Zheng Xian to lose his resistance before the punch hit him.

However, Wu San's judgment was wrong. Zheng Xian's fist directly hit the bones of his nose, shattering the nose bones and shattering the cheekbones. Wu San's entire face was smashed into his head with a punch.

Wu San's eyes were blown by Zheng Xian's punch. The moment Wu San's eyes burst, he clearly saw that under the colony armor pierced by his venomous fog, his cheeks, which were eroded and burnt, were rapidly repairing and recovering. Although Zheng Xian's skin and flesh were unable to defeat the erosion of the venomous fog, Zheng Xian's injury was far smaller than his estimate.

With such a powerful recovery ability, no wonder he dared to rush forward and seek death. With such powerful repair ability, he could try to take risks that others dare not take and do things that others dare not do.

Wu San quickly retreated, desperately removing the damage caused by Zheng Xian's punch, and at the same time mobilizing the vitality to continuously repair the serious trauma on his face.

The eyes were invisible, and Wu San immediately released his thoughts to replace his eyes.

For monks, eyes are just one of the bridges to communicate with the outside world. As a monk, he has many choices to see the outside world, some of which are even clearer and more thorough than his own eyes.

Zheng Xian succeeded with one punch, how could he give Wu San any chance to turn over?

At this time, Wu San, who had almost figured out Zheng Xian's foundation, would never give Zheng Xian any chance. If this time, Zheng Xian's fist would never touch any inch of Wu San's skin.

Zheng Xian succeeded with one punch, and the ultimate on the other fist immediately spit out the Deep Aurora, and a Deep Sword slashed towards Wu San's neck.

Wu San was so shocked that all the hair on his body exploded. At this moment, all the vitality in Wu San was mobilized. He used only 70% of his cultivation when he used the Hundred Poison Frost Mist. He originally thought it was enough for Zheng Xian to suffer. After all, Wu San did not want to kill Zheng Xian. Zheng Xian was even bigger in terms of the potential value of the sect than he, a elixir cultivator.

Now Wu Sanke didn't dare to hide his weakness at all, and directly mobilized all the vitality. The hundred-poisonous fog immediately formed a thick and ink-like mist around Wu San, colorful and shimmering as if it had any substance!

The brighter the color, the greater the toxicity!

The air around Wu San was eroded by the poisonous fog, making a hissing sound like a snake.

The ground under Wu San's feet was instantly qi. Even if Zheng Xian had a powerful body repair and recovery ability, he was just a mere sea-streeting immortal cultivator. No matter how powerful his magical powers were, he could not exceed his own limit!

Zheng Xian's long sword made of the withered aurora slashed into the mist and disappeared in an instant.

The reason why Wu San and Dongzi were able to get together was entirely because Wu San and Dongzi were both the same routine in their practice, and they both had extremely strong protective measures. Dongzi's glazed armor was extremely hard and had a very strong defense. Wu San's 100-toxic corrosive fog was an invisible substance, and any existence that invaded the corrosive fog would turn into a curling smoke.

Finally, when Zheng Xian faced such a thick fog that even the withered aurora instantly disappeared, he had to choose to retreat and move forward to death.

Wu San's heart was full of anger. A mere immortal cultivator who was in the sea and a slave, dared to ride on his neck to shit. If he didn't teach this damn slave what rules meant, the next time, the slave might do something.

Wu San waved his hands in the air, and a fog of poisonous scattered fog flew out quickly from the fog ball and hit Zheng Xian fiercely.

Zheng Xian couldn't even avoid it. The ball of toxic fog exploded in front of Zheng Xian, just like a bowl of hot oil exploded. As long as the fog climbed onto Zheng Xian's body, it would immediately erode a large hole in the colonized armor.

One thing is to subdue another thing, and the forced colonization armor is not omnipotent after all, especially the fog has no resistance at all, and it melts in an instant like a soup and pours snow.

The last dead stone on Zheng Xian's body exploded and shattered, so the powerful colonization armor on Zheng Xian's body became even less resistant to the toxic fog.

Wu Zai Zheng Xian let out a shrill scream in his mind. Wu's resistance to the hundred poisonous fog is even worse.

The forced colonization armor was meaningless to Zheng Xian at this time, and there was no need to continue to lose it.

Zheng Xian had a thought and put away the armor like scales of the forced colonization armor.

Wu San was angry that Zheng Xian's punch just now made him feel unbearable. At this time, his fingers bounced one after another, and fogs burst out from the fog like bullets.

Zheng Xian dodged one after another, but the other party was in the realm of the elixir-condensing fog. The popped out of the hundred-toxic fog was extremely fast and the number was more. Zheng Xian could not avoid it. After being hit by the hundred-toxic fog, he drilled into Zheng Xian's flesh like a steel needle. Then the hundred-toxic fog began to spread and erode continuously, and in a moment it expanded from a small hole to a big hole.

"Don't you recover very quickly? Since a humble guy like you is so awesome, then I'll tell you to suffer more."

As he said that, Wu Sanji bounced his fingers together, and in an instant, hundreds of mists bloomed like chrysanthemums, drawing arcs in the air, and finally all hit Zheng Xian's body. Zheng Xian's body was full of holes and began to rot rapidly. In the blink of an eye, moldy and mud were rotten like mud, revealing thick white bones.

Wu San laughed wildly and took back the poisonous fog that was protecting around him.

Walking to Zheng Xian, who was like a pool of mud, squatted down, and took out the slave order from Zheng Xian's colonial armor.

Wu San gently tapped the slave order, and Zheng Xian's corrupt body couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

Wu San showed an admiration expression and said, "Excellent, great, they have become like this and they still don't say a word. The willpower and soul are amazingly tough. Good, good, I just like wild horses like you. Once trained, they will have an extraordinary sense of accomplishment."

Wu San was reluctant to kill Zheng Xian at this time. Of course, even if he wanted to kill, he could not kill him. Zheng Xian is of great value, and it would be a pity to kill him. If he killed Zheng Xian, Wu San would be held accountable when he returned to the sect, and maybe he would not be able to save his head.

Wu San saw that the erosion forces began to impact Zheng Xian's spine, head and heart, and then he reached out and hung his hand on Zheng Xian's chest. Then, balls of tiny, silk-like toxic fog floated out of Zheng Xian's body, and fireflies rushed into Wu San's palm.

Without the erosion of the toxic fog, Zheng Xian's flesh and blood began to grow again.

Wu San was surprised when he saw it. Zheng Xian was obviously not a martial artist, but he had such a powerful technique of repairing his body, which was obviously due to his innate magical powers.

This kind of talent is really rare.

For immortal cultivators, there are three supernatural powers that are most useful.

First, the natural soul is strong.

Second, the body is strong and powerful, comparable to martial arts.

Third, the speed of repairing this body is far beyond that of ordinary people.

The fast repair speed means that the cultivators have more opportunities and can take greater risks, and the chance of victory is twice as high as that of ordinary cultivators.

Zheng Xian first repaired the fist, and obviously he still had the idea of ​​fighting with Wu San.

However, only two fists and arms were restored to complete, and this repair stopped.

Wu San's lips curled, and a hint of mocking and sneer appeared.

That is, after all the dead stones exploded, will even the power of vitality be exhausted?
Chapter completed!