Chapter 59: The Terrible Poison Master Suffers in Pain
The red powder of the soul-eating powder turned into small air currents flowing along the meridians all over the body the moment it entered the mouth. Zhuo Yifan felt weak and painful all over, as if there were countless bugs crawling around in his body, but even though
As time goes by, this pain increases little by little.
"Master Wu, here is a pack of good soul-damaging medicine. After taking it and resting for half an hour, the spiritual brain will be repaired and the meditation power will be replenished. The soul-eating powder in this boy's body has already taken effect. I want to take him back to study.
." The Soul King touched Zhuo Yifan's face and said unhurriedly: "If Mr. Wu is interested, you are welcome to be a guest in my underground secret room."
"Well, I'm tired too. Let's go back to recuperate first. The Soul King must love and care for him well."
"Don't worry, Mr. Wu." The Soul King nodded, and casually ordered two guards to drive Zhuo Yifan towards the corner of the restaurant. There is a tunnel in the corner, which can directly and secretly lead to the outside of the restaurant, and is also a shortcut to the secret room.
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"Qiqiao Jueming Powder, Baihua Cartilage Pill, Ruthless Broken Child Poison... Hahaha! I want to take turns to experiment on you!" The Soul King looked at Zhuo Yifan happily, extremely excited, in a very happy mood, and his mind was full of thoughts
poison.
After quickly taking Zhuo Yifan to his lair, he sent the two followers back.
The secret room was very dark, surrounded by wooden shelves, and the shelves were filled with various vials, some bright and some dim, filled with the pungent smell of potions, which made Zhuo Yifan's already weak body even more nervous.
Feel pain.
Zhuo Yifan lowered his head, his face was pale, and he seemed to have fainted from the pain. But in fact, he was still conscious. He could clearly feel that his body was completely out of control, and every cell was suffering from the pain.
The pain of corpse.
"This kid is so deadly, let's see if I don't take care of you in a while..." The Soul King didn't have the strength of a monk, so after carrying Zhuo Yifan for a while, he felt like he was covered in sweat.
Poison Master!
Zhuo Yifan has seen this for the first time in his life, and he deeply understands the horror of a poison master.
Such people are either useless people who are born unable to practice, or they are people who have no hope in practice. They have been pursuing the highest realm of "poison" all their lives. And a high-level poison master is very powerful, such as Zhuo Yi
Anyone has ever heard of the Battle of the Wasteland before the founding of the Qin Dynasty.
That battle was due to the relationship between a poison master, which directly annihilated an army of tens of thousands of monks in the Qin Dynasty. Even the masters of the Three Mysterious Palaces died under the poison. As for the originally dense jungle, it is still alive today.
The poisonous fog is still lingering, and not a single blade of grass grows.
Therefore, the poisonous master is the public enemy of all monks. Either you should not provoke such a person, and once you provoke him, you must find someone to eradicate him, otherwise you will have to sleep with one eye open in the future.
"Bang!" The Soul King roughly threw Zhuo Yifan to the ground, picked up the iron chain that had been prepared and cuffed Zhuo Yifan's hands.
Zhuo Yifan's vision was completely dark, and his magic pupils were completely disabled. He suddenly felt ice-cold all over his body, as if his whole body was about to be split in two by the toxins dispersed by Soul Eater.
He had no strength left to resist, but he felt that the power of Soul Eater Powder not only did not stop, but also continued to strengthen. First there was pain on the skin, then on the pain in the internal organs, and finally he felt that even his soul was about to collapse.
Zhuo Yifan's face was gloomy, his face was as dead as water, and he couldn't even raise his head.
In the dark world, there was only the sound of rustling books and the terrifying sound of water drops. The Soul King seemed to be mixing an unknown potion. He only accidentally glanced up at Zhuo Yifan to confirm his poison.
Is the slave still alive?
I don't know how much time passed, but Zhuo Yifan felt that the pain in his body gradually lessened, and he seemed to have successfully survived the pain of Soul Eater Powder. But he knew very well that this was just an illusion, because the body and soul had long been accustomed to this kind of pain.
I've become accustomed to it and become numb.
He didn't expect that he would end his mission in the Blood Prison in such a way.
Recalling how much pain I endured all the way from the middle level of the Blood Prison, even though it didn't take too long, it was too sad to die at the hands of an ordinary person in the end.
At this time, a cold hand suddenly reached out and pinched Zhuo Yifan, and a sinister laughter came from behind: "Okay! As expected of a monk, he actually survived under my enhanced version of Soul Eater Powder."
Come here! Very good! Very good! You have lived up to my expectations! In order to reward you, I decided to give you a try on my new poison, the Nine Apertures Soul-Destroying Pill!"
The Soul King opened Zhuo Yifan's mouth and threw in the newly prepared pills. He bared his teeth and laughed loudly: "Boy, your good days have come. The Nine Apertures Soul-Breaking Pill is not something that ordinary people can experience.
I’m going to take a nap first and see your changes in a few hours.”
Zhuo Yifan lowered his head and said nothing. The Soul-Destroying Pill had begun to dissolve in his body and began to exert its initial effect.
He felt as if his internal organs were being dissolved layer by layer, causing severe pain like peeling off skin!
"I hope you don't die too quickly. If you survive this time, I will give you a big reward, hehehehe..." Soul King yawned and walked out of the secret cell. As an ordinary person
, you still need to rest normally.
"I, Zhuo Yifan, would rather die than be humiliated here!"
Zhuo Yifan took out unprecedented courage, endured the excruciating pain, stretched his tongue under the two rows of teeth, and bit down hard! Blood immediately flowed down the corners of his lips.
Blood light burst out, and a mouthful of blood flowers was spat out by Zhuo Yifan with a bloody red tongue.
Zhuo Yifan was disheartened.
His consciousness was gradually disappearing, and he felt like he was going to die at any moment.
Buzz!…
However, the ring began to tremble again at this time, and wisps of invisible fluctuations slowly squeezed out of the dark red ring and quickly flowed into his body. He suddenly felt an extremely refreshing feeling, and all the pain was gone.
weaken.
"If you don't save me sooner or later, I'm being tortured in so much pain, but you're using your power?" Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly in his heart. He only knew that he seemed to be unable to die for the time being. Although the pain was relieved, he had lost his own
Tongue……
A cold breeze blew through the small gap in the secret room, blowing away the sweat on Zhuo Yifan's body. The meditation power accumulated in the ring actually became his last hope.
The invisible power of meditation is released from the ring and flows along the meridians in Zhuo Yifan's body. Every time it flows around, the potency of the Soul-Breaking Pill decreases by one point.
The two poisons do not directly act on the body, but harm the soul, so suppressing them with spiritual power is useless. But as long as you have enough meditation power, you can resist or even offset the power of the poisons.
After an unknown amount of time, under the coordination of the meditation power emanating from the ring, the Soul-Breaking Pill and the Soul-Eating Powder became equal in potency. The two completely different toxins began to fight among themselves, and in the end they restricted each other and completely offset each other. Zhuo Yifan
I instantly felt a sense of sublimation.
At this time, Zhuo Yifan truly realized the beauty of meditation. If he could master this power, how powerful would it be?
"Why can't I meditate on the soul? Is it because my heart is not firm enough? Do I really have no talent for soul cultivation?"
"The soul controls pain. If your soul becomes empty, offsets the mental pain, and achieves a state of no suffering. Then you can gain more power than anyone else."
"Who is talking to me?" Zhuo Yifan's expression changed, and at this moment, a force grabbed him hard and pulled him out.
Boom!
There was an explosion in his mind, and he was surprised to find that he actually saw himself with the naked eye? He actually had an out-of-body experience.
The second of the four realms of soul meditation - escaping the soul! The soul leaves the body and gets rid of the physical body.
After walking out of the body, Zhuo Yifan's vision returned, and the severe pain all over his body disappeared. It was like a strange dream!
"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiencies when there are more losses; the way of man is to make up for the deficiencies when there are more losses. The way of Shura is to achieve the symbiosis of the six realms and transcend the ten thousand realms. Destined person, you have exchanged the belief that you will die for the power of the great Asura Demon Emperor.
Admit it, let me say congratulations first..." Zhuo Yifan's pupils shrank, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the dark red ring hanging on the chest of the fleshy body.
If he heard correctly, this terrifying sound came from the ring!