Regarding detoxification and dispensing, to be honest, Han Feng's talent is really good. In just two years, he has mastered the identification of most common poisons and the preparation methods of hundreds of poisons. What he lacks now is the accumulated experience over the years.
Facing the poisonous dragon is a good opportunity.
Han Feng took out medicinal powders of different colors from bottles of different shapes, put them under his nose to smell them from time to time, and then poured some out and put them in a white porcelain bottle. After seven or eight attempts, he finally chose
Five powdery medicines were ordered. The battle ahead was still fierce. The black scales of the poisonous dragon reflected the golden light released by Wu Nian. The color of the golden light in the cave became darker and darker, and it seemed to be eroded by the poisonous mist.
It won't be able to hold on for long.
On the other hand, Poison Dragon knew that he would not live long, so the beast started to spit out clouds and mist like crazy. Even if the golden light was dazzling, it could not illuminate the Poison Dragon's half of the cave. There were fine beads of sweat on Wu Nian's forehead. Poison Dragon was so dangerous.
It greatly exceeded his expectations. Jiang Xueqin held the Baihong Sword in her hand, frowned, and exerted her strength, preparing for the final blow. Her idea was simple, even if she died, she would give the poisonous dragon another fatal blow.
This is a battle of endurance and time. Between Wu Nian's golden light and Poison Dragon's life, one will always win. If Poison Dragon dies a little later, the lives of everyone present will not be spared. Otherwise, the situation will be greatly improved.
Han Feng was not in their consideration, nor did Le Xiang pay enough attention to it. He just said that at the beginning and did not expect that a young monk in the early stage of Qi training could achieve anything in such a short period of time.
At this critical moment, Han Feng suddenly stood up, holding the white porcelain bottle tightly in his hand and came to Jiang Xueqin's side, and said eagerly: "Senior Sister Jiang, I have prepared the antidote to the poisonous mist. Use your wind to cure it."
Spreading out the antidote will keep us safe."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Nian heard from the side: "The Vajra Divine Light is going to be completely destroyed by erosion. I have tried my best. Everyone can live in peace."
Jiang Xueqin took a serious look at Han Feng. She saw a seriousness in the young man's eyes that could not be underestimated. He waved his hands lightly like a willow in the wind. A gust of breeze swept the white porcelain bottle into the air. The mouth of the bottle was facing downwards, and a green gleam appeared.
The powder flew out. It was carried by the breeze and spread evenly around the four people.
The antidote had just been arranged, and a trace of black thread appeared on the dome of the originally yellow Vajra God's light, like the letter of a poisonous snake. The black thread spread slowly, like a drop of ink dripping into the water, and countless strange things were tumbling in the black mist.
The shape is like the head of an evil spirit who died in vain.
Monk Wu Nian's eyes were full of calm, as if only the other three were facing danger and the whole matter had nothing to do with him. Han Feng admired this calmness. However, he was the only one among the four who was confident about the antidote he had prepared.
Full of confidence, but somehow, the moment he prepared the antidote, he was already sure that the medicine would be able to neutralize the poisonous dragon's poison.
Lexiang's hands were covered with sweat, and he held tightly his gorgeous flying sword that he had played with countless times. Death was not a comfortable thing for him, especially if it was not a good death.
As soon as the black mist came into contact with the green powder, a series of shining sparks burst out, and the crackling sound was endless. Seeing countless sparks blooming in the black cave, Le Xiang felt a sense of despair and beauty. The density of the sparks was so intense
It gradually escalated and finally turned into a huge light group. The people in the light group closed their eyes to avoid being burned by the strong light.
About the time of a meal, the light gradually dimmed, and everyone opened their eyes one after another, adapting to the light in the cave again. The black mist dissipated, and the cave was in a mess, with rubble all over the ground. Wu Nian was the first to walk through the ground.
The gravel came to the other side of the cave. I saw a huge black poisonous dragon lying on the ground and trembling, like an old tree dying in the harsh winter.
The poisonous dragon's yellow eyes have completely lost their luster and become like a ball of earthy mud. The scales on its body have lost their luster and appear gray. Black and red blood flows from its abdomen and condenses into a small river among the gravel.
, flowing into the distance. The cave was filled with the smell of blood.
Le Xiang walked to Poison Dragon's side, drew out his sword smoothly, aimed at the dragon's eye, and struck it down fiercely. But when the tip of the sword was still three inches away from Poison Dragon's dark yellow eye, a strong force made him unable to do so.
Go a little further.
Raising his head and looking at Wu Nian in confusion, Le Xiang said: "Monk, don't be too merciful. I also want to reduce its pain. Do you think I am willing to be the executioner?"
Wu Nian frowned and said, "When I save it, there will be a way to bury it, so you won't have to worry about it." As he said that, the monk clasped his palms together and silently recited the scriptures. In Wu Nian's low salvation voice
, Poison Dragon closed his yellow eyes, and his body stopped shaking.
For some reason, Han Feng suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart. Maybe this dragon was not as vicious as he originally thought. Maybe there was a third way between the two parties, instead of life and death. Jiang Xueqin stood in the darkness,
Everyone couldn't see clearly the sadness on her face.
After Wu Nian finished praying, he pressed his hands on the ground. His eyes suddenly widened and the veins on his head popped out. Looking at the black dragon, it slowly sank underground, as if the land here was not a solid mountain.
The rock is like quicksand. The whole process does not last long, and there is a solemn atmosphere in the cave.
When Le Xiang saw this scene, he muttered: "Monk Wu, you were in front when we took action just now, but now you are more merciful, which makes everyone feel uncomfortable."
Wu Nian wiped the sweat on his forehead caused by the spell cast just now, and said calmly: "The donor understands that I was just defending myself and did not use a spell that would harm its life. As for how this creature died here,
It’s better to thank this woman for her gift.”
Le Xiang's nose felt so hung up and crooked, but what the monk said was not unreasonable. Although he punched Poison Dragon just now, it was for self-defense and did not hurt Poison Dragon's muscles and bones. It was Jiang Xueqin's sword that was fatal.
Wu Nian then said: "I am just a passerby in this vast world. I don't want to cause too many karma and cause more troubles on the day of reincarnation. Please forgive me, donors."
Jiang Xueqin said calmly: "Monk, if there is any sin in this, it will be blamed on me. Anyway, I am also a person who cannot reincarnate."
As soon as these words came out, the cave suddenly became very quiet. Although Han Feng didn't know the reason, he wisely kept quiet. No one in the group said a word and walked silently into the cave. There was a stick of incense around them.
The front is bright and bright, and several stone caves meet here to form a huge stone hall.
Lexiang took out a piece of crystal and threw it into the air, illuminating the hall. Under the dim blue, the ground was covered with white bones, some of people, but most of them were animals. This is the lair of the poisonous dragon, from Manchuria
Judging from the number of bones piled on the ground, this poisonous dragon has been here for hundreds of years.
Following the path among the bones, Han Feng came to the center of the hall. There was a huge round stone platform on the ground. The platform was covered with a layer of small branches and soft withered grass, standing out among the dark yellow withered grass.
Holding a slightly yellow egg. Han Feng carefully came to the table and stretched out his hand to touch the surface of the egg.
Suddenly, Wu Nian heard the Buddha's name and flew to the center of the platform. He blocked Han Feng with a wave of his sleeve. Han Feng looked at Wu Nian in astonishment and said, "Monk, what do you mean?"
"When I destroy this egg, instead of letting it die of cold and starvation after it is born, it is better to strangle its life in its original state." Wu Nian said expressionlessly.
Han Feng couldn't help but shuddered and said: "This is too cruel, why don't I just keep it, so that I can have more helpers in the future."
Wu Nian raised his eyes and looked at Han Feng, "Poisonous dragons have been ferocious beasts since ancient times, and they have very surly temperaments. You may not be able to raise them well. Besides, this beast will spit out clouds of mist as soon as it is born, and it will be filled with poisonous clouds all day long. Even if you can
Dispensing the medicine is also very dangerous, so it is better to just get rid of it and save trouble."
Han Feng said somewhat unhappily: "Monk, you just said that you are a passerby in the world, and you don't want to be contaminated by the world's cause and effect. Now it has changed too quickly. Besides, I discovered this egg first, so naturally it was me.
Cause and effect, what are you messing around with?"
Wu Nian lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head and showed a gentle smile, "The little donor is right, I really went above and beyond."
Without saying a word, Han Feng picked up the egg and was about to put it into the storage bag, but was stopped by the monk. Just as he was about to have an attack, Wu Nian said: "Donor, don't misunderstand me. Since I said I won't care, I won't regret it."
.It’s just that this thing has a spirit and cannot be put into a storage bag. Do you know that anything with a soul cannot be put into a storage bag?”
Han Feng shook his head numbly. No one had ever told him these things. At this time, Lexiang also walked up, patted Han Feng on the shoulder and said: "Some people say that the soul has no weight, but sometimes it seems extra heavy. I
There is a spirit animal ring here for you to use to carry your treasure."
Han Feng took the spirit beast ring from Le Xiang and felt that the whole thing had a bronze color with simple and thick patterns on it. It was obviously old. He said puzzledly: "If we talk about storage,
The bag cannot store souls, so why can this ring do such a thing?"
Wu Nian took over the conversation and said: "This object is the hub connecting the other world. The so-called other world is another layer of mystery. The monks opened up some small spaces in the other layer of mystery, and then used the spirit beast bag or spirit beast ring as a
The hub is connected so that it can bear the weight of the soul."
Han Feng asked in confusion: "According to what you said, I can also enter the spirit beast ring without being damaged? If I am chased by someone, I will enter the spirit beast ring to escape. In this way, this thing is still a life-saving thing.
weapon."
After hearing this, Lexiang said solemnly: "Brother Han, it's best not to have such thoughts. If your enemy finds this object and destroys it, you will never be able to escape again. The spirit beast ring and the alien space
It’s a one-to-one correspondence. Don’t fantasize about recreating a spirit beast ring. Think about what it feels like to wait for death in a small world.”
Han Feng stuck out his tongue, put the spirit beast ring on his wrist, and put the egg in it.
At this time Jiang Xueqin said: "Let's go over there and have a look. Maybe we can help Senior Wang."