Seeing the black smoke coming out, a low-level immortal-level pulse refiner suddenly shouted loudly, and then took the lead to retreat, retreating nearly a hundred feet away in an instant.
The expressions of the other cultivators in the camps changed drastically when they were reminded by this person. That person was a seventh-level immortal, and the poison cast from his hands might have reached an advanced level of immortality.
Only the strongest people from each camp in the field have reached the level of seventh-level immortals. Most of the remaining cultivators are fifth- and sixth-level immortals. Once they inhale the poisonous smoke, they will probably be unable to eat and walk around.
With the ruthless nature of the Spirit Blood Camp, even if you kneel on the ground and beg them for the antidote, it may not be useful. The compassion of these guys has long been thrown into the stinking ditch.
"Song He may be in trouble now, what a pity!"
Fan Yuan from Mulan camp was also a kind man and had been friends with Song Heshen for a long time. With his nature, he naturally didn't want to see Huan Jin win, so he couldn't help but sigh.
It's just that at this moment, Huan Jin is already desperate. If it is really a poison of a high-level immortal level, Song He will not be able to resist it no matter what.
As long as he inhales a little bit, even if Huan Jin is only half as powerful, Song He cannot compete with him.
Regardless of the thoughts of these outsiders, when Song He saw Huan Jin's desperate actions and smelled the fishy smell in his nose, he couldn't help being surprised.
Song He didn't expect that Huan Jin hated himself to such an extent. He had reason to believe that the poisonous smoke that the other party was willing to emit even if he risked half his life must have an extremely fatal effect on him.
It's just that no one, including Song He, saw that when the black poisonous smoke came out, a faint light shot out from the hands of a young man in rough clothes from behind, with lightning speed.
, got into Song He's heart.
Perhaps only Mu Yin, who was very close to Yun Xiao, could vaguely feel the flicker of breath, but she didn't know what the young man in rough clothes next to him did at that moment.
"not good!"
Song He couldn't avoid it. The next moment, he had already inhaled a trace of poisonous smoke in his nose. Smelling the thick fishy smell, he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart. He secretly thought that he might really have to take action from the two people behind him to solve the predicament.
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He was not worried about his own safety. With the strength of the two of them, it was not easy to protect him from death. He was just a little regretful. He had calculated everything, but he didn't expect to fall into Huan Jin's way.
"Huh?"
However, the next moment, after Song He inhaled the poisonous smoke, he found that there seemed to be nothing strange about him. Even the dizziness after inhaling ordinary poisonous smoke did not occur at all.
"What's going on?"
Song He would not think that Huan Jin's desperate move would emit some meaningless poisonous smoke, but at this moment, his mind was clear and his pulse energy was the same as before. It was a fact that he could sense clearly, which made him even more confused.
Got it.
"Haha, Song He, you didn't expect that, did you?"
On the other hand, Huan Jin, who was watching Song He inhaling a puff of poisonous smoke, looked extremely proud at the moment and couldn't help laughing out loud, his voice filled with a strong sense of confidence.
"Song He, this is a high-level poison at the immortal level. Let alone a half-hearted seventh-level immortal like you, even an eighth-level immortal will have to walk around without it!"
Huan Jin, who was extremely proud, clearly believed that he had a chance to win. Hearing what he said, Fan Yuan and others took a deep breath, and many even subconsciously backed away a few feet.
The advanced poison of the immortal class is already the most powerful poison of the immortal class. As Huan Jin said, it has a certain impact on the eighth-grade immortal and even the ninth-grade immortal.
Song He was only a seventh-level immortal, and anyone could sense his weakness. Under such circumstances, if he was poisoned by a high-level immortal-level poison, how could he still have the power to recover?
Everyone believed that Song He's fate was doomed. The only thing he could count on now was for someone in the central hall of Xilong Camp to come out and save his life.
As long as that person speaks, even Zhang You may have to listen.
But from the beginning to the end, the door of the hall was never opened. They didn't even know whether the so-called big shot was inside the hall, observing every move outside.
However, in this way, it played into the hands of Zhang You and Huan Jin. One of them wanted revenge and the other wanted to establish his authority. If Song He was really allowed to leave alive, it would be a fly in the ointment.
"Immortal level advanced poison?"
Just when everyone was feeling sad for Song He, the face of the seventh-grade immortal in the oasis camp showed a strange look, and the words that followed even contained a hint of sarcasm as a rhetorical question.
"How are you? Song He, do you feel that your whole body is weak and your head is cloudy? Don't worry, these are just appetizers, and the main meal will follow!"
Huan Jin obviously didn't think of anything else. He was extremely confident in the high-level immortal poison he got from Zhang You. How could Song He, a seventh-level immortal who had not recovered from serious injuries, be able to withstand it?
To be honest, Huan Jin really wanted to see the scene where Song He was rolling on the floor in pain and kneeling in front of him begging for the antidote. He had been waiting for this day for too long.
Of course, even if Song He smashed his head, Huan Jin would not give him an antidote.
This has become his inner demon. If Song He is not completely killed, it may become a luxury for him to break through to the eighth level Immortal Lord.
"Huan Jin, did you get the wrong poison?"
Who would have thought that Huan Jin's threatening words, which made everyone onlookers' hair stand on end, only received a chuckle from Song He, and the sarcasm in his tone was still not concealed at all.
"Um?"
This time, not only Huan Jin, but also Zhang You, who had administered the immortal-level high-level poison, were a little surprised because they could not see any signs of poisoning from Song He's body.
Both Huan Jin and Zhang You knew that, as Huan Jin said before, the first symptoms of being poisoned by that kind of high-grade immortal-level poison are weakness of the whole body and dizziness of the mind, and the subsequent symptoms would be extremely painful.
But at this moment, no one saw any signs of poisoning on Song He's body. He was still in a slightly weak but extremely powerful fighting state, and his eyes were extremely bright.
"Song He, I know you are an intermediate-level pulse refiner at the immortal level, but how long can you maintain your composure?"
But at the next moment, Huan Jin remembered Song He's other identity. As soon as he said this, Zhang You nodded slightly, and Fan Yuan and others who were watching were also thoughtful.
The fact that Song He is an intermediate-level Immortal Pulse Refiner is not a secret in the surrounding area. At least Fan Yuan and the strongest people in each camp know it. The reason Huan Jin said at this moment is not unreasonable.
Generally speaking, as a pulse refiner, especially a poison pulse master, the resistance to poisons in the world is much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators of the same level.
Although Song He is not a poison pulse master but a medical pulse master, medical pulse masters also have some means to temporarily resist the poison. It is reasonable to pretend to be calm at this moment and not want to show his embarrassment.
But it is a highly poisonous poison at the Immortal level. How long can it last with Song He's mid-level Immortal level pulse refining technique alone and the pulse energy of the Seventh-level Immortal Lord?
Perhaps only Song He himself knew that he did not use his medical skills to compete at all, and his body was not eroded at all by the so-called immortal-level advanced poison.
"This Master Xingchen's methods are really unpredictable!"
At this time, Song He finally realized that if he put aside his own pulse refining skills and pulse energy, there was only one possibility, that is, someone helped him.
That night in the oasis camp, Song He saw with his own eyes Yun Xiao's superb pulse refining technique, and even saw him taking out a high-level immortal-level elixir as if nothing had happened and feeding it to Guo Chao, who had nothing to do with it.
From that moment on, Song He no longer doubted that this extremely powerful young man was at least a pulse refiner who had reached an advanced level of immortality, and might even be a master of both medicine and poison.
Song He had no doubt that the high-level immortal-level poison that Huan Jin presented was a bluff. Under such circumstances, the other party had no reason to lie to him. It must be the real high-level immortal-level poison.
After going through all the possibilities, Song He could only think of one reason. Since it was the one who took action, he would not have any worries.
At this moment, in Song He's eyes, Huan Jin was like a clown, jumping up and down, but he didn't know that the so-called immortal-level high-level poison not only had no effect at all, but even produced a magical change.
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"This is?"
The next moment, Song He suddenly felt a heat in his right hand. When he lowered his head, he saw a small black spot appearing on the palm of his right hand.
As time went by, this little black spot gradually condensed, and finally it condensed into a small drop of water, which looked black and translucent, which shocked him.
"Is this the poison condensed by the black poisonous smoke?!"
After all, Song He was also an intermediate-level Immortal Medical Pulse Master. Although he didn't have much research on poisons, at this moment, his powerful soul power still sensed the special aura in the black water droplets.
The breath inside was exactly the same as the poisonous gas that Song He inhaled into his nose just now, but it was more concentrated and more powerful, but he knew that this was not done by himself.
"Treat others in their own way!"
While Song He was sighing with emotion at the master's miraculous use of the Poison Vein Technique, he already understood the obscure advice given to him by the man behind him.
And his eyes finally lifted up, staring at Huan Jin with a proud smile on his face.
All these thoughts sound long, but in fact, only one breath has passed. At this moment, Huan Jin is still waiting for Song He to become poisonous, so that he can watch him kneel down and beg for mercy.
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