Chapter 869 Did no one tell you not to fight with the alchemist?
"Bang bang!"
The long sword in the hand of the red-robed god Zi Moran hit the formation heavily, but it was unable to shake it at all.
After confirming this, although there was unwillingness in Mo Ran's eyes, he did not lose his composure.
Although he was tricked into the formation by a boy from the ninth level of the Martial Emperor, fortunately the situation was not that bad.
"You are not an array master. This formation is entirely based on the formation flags. A formation without the addition of an array master will always have flaws. As long as I am willing, I will definitely be able to break this formation, that is, let
You just feel proud for a while."
"Lord Shenzi, you are right, I am not an array master."
Chu Ye said, but he was laughing secretly in his heart. If you knew that I am the only ninth-level formation mage in Xuantian Realm, I would not dare to say these words in front of you.
If I hadn't wanted to keep the identity of the formation master secret...wait a minute, if I hadn't concealed my identity, this kid wouldn't have had a chance to talk to me. He would have killed me with the formation a long time ago!
However, even if the identity of the formation master is not exposed, this kid can still be captured.
"But, although I am not a formation master, I am an alchemist. Hasn't anyone told you not to fight with an alchemist at will? Especially when he traps you and you can't hit him."
"What do you mean?"
A bad premonition arose in Mo Ran's heart.
"That's what it means!"
Chu Ye waved his hand, and several black beads were thrown into the formation.
This formation can be entered or exited, and if you throw a few beads in, you won't be blocked at all.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Mo Ran was very cautious and swung his long sword. A few beads were split open by the long sword before they touched him and turned into a pile of powder.
"Hmph, trying to hurt me with a concealed weapon is just a dream!"
"I say, Lord God, although your swordsmanship is good, you still have to look at what you hit when you swing your sword."
As the words fell, Mo Ran suddenly howled uncontrollably, his voice full of pain.
At the same time, the skin on his hands and face cracked, exposing the tender flesh inside, but these wounds were soon covered with blood.
After the cracks passed, the wounds on his body began to grow and bubble again, as if something was corroding, making the wounds deeper and larger.
At the same time, the ink-burning lips also turned a strange green color, which was obviously poisoned, and the poisoning was quite deep.
"I've already told you that I'm an alchemist. Why don't you have a good memory and insist on splitting the pills I threw in? Look at the pain you're going to suffer now."
Mo Ran howled in pain, took out a large handful of antidote pills from the storage ring, and swallowed them without looking, hoping to control the toxins on his body.
However, after taking this handful of antidote pills, the wounds on Mo Ran's body worsened even more seriously, and they began to spread to areas of the body that had not touched the pill powder.
"Tsk!"
Mo Ran couldn't help but grabbed a handful on his arm. While tearing his clothes, he also grabbed a strip of flesh from his arm.
While the pain was as painful as bone marrow, Mo Ran suddenly felt much better and wanted to continue holding on.
However, when his right hand grabbed his arm again, he grabbed it firmly with his left hand.
He couldn't continue to arrest him like this, otherwise, Chu Ye would catch him to death without even having to take action.
"You are so poisonous."
"It's okay, okay, it's just so-so. I've already told you that I did it because I was an alchemist. I've already done my best to be benevolent. What's more, I just lost three pills. For an alchemist, this is so.
It's just a drop in the bucket, nothing, let alone..."
Chu Ye's eyes swept over Mo Ran, half smiling.
"What's more, you are like this now. It's partly because I poisoned you. It's also thanks to the detoxification pill you took yourself. Tsk tsk, what can I say to you? After you were poisoned, you didn't go to the alchemist to help detoxify.
I don’t know if it’s a taboo to take medicine randomly. Look, not only is the poisoning worse, but the toxins in the body have also become a more serious mixed poison.”
"You...poof..."
Mo Ran only felt that the anger was attacking his heart, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He, the majestic son of the Blood God Sect, was actually teased like this by an unknown junior!
"Why are you vomiting blood? Aren't you a god? Aren't you a master of martial arts? Why are you so weak? Tsk tsk... It doesn't look good in the first place, and this vomiting of blood is even more unsightly. I know, you just want to fight
With this thought, you want me to see your face, so that I can't even eat in the future, and let me starve myself to death? Oh my, what a poisonous thought!"
"I...poof..."
Mo Ran was usually eloquent on weekdays, but at this moment he couldn't say a complete sentence when facing Chu Ye.
and……
Is he ugly?!
He is the most fashionable and unrestrained Lord Mo Ran, but someone would actually say he is ugly?!
"Why, you don't believe it? People always like to deceive themselves unless they see it with their own eyes. I will kindly help you and let you see what you look like now!"
"Whoosh!"
Chu Ye threw something into the formation here, but this time, the thing was a mirror.
Mo Ran subconsciously wanted to stretch out his long sword to chop the things Chu Ye threw over, but remembering the fate of the pill that Chu Ye just threw in was chopped into pieces, the long sword he stretched out paused.
Then...he saw the picture in the mirror that flew in.
What kind of face was that? Cracks, pustules, green, and blood were all mixed together. If you couldn't barely see some facial features, you wouldn't believe it was a face.
I can't even believe that this is his face!
"Bang!"
Mo Ran could no longer bear it, and swung out his long sword, splitting the mirror into pieces!
That's definitely not him!
However, because of the moment he hesitated, the mirror had already come to him. When the mirror was split, a line of white smoke burst out from behind the mirror, surrounding the ink.
"ah!!!!"
The ink burned again and began to wail heartbreakingly.
The previous three elixirs caused him to suffer external injuries and become neither a human nor a ghost, but the white smoke caused pain to his bones. The pain that surged up from deep within his body was simply unbearable for him. The white smoke gradually gradually
Dissipated, Mo Ran had curled up and fell to the ground, his whole body twitching non-stop.
The corner of his eye fell on the broken corner of the mirror on the ground, and Mo Ran couldn't believe that the person inside was him.
Ugly, twitching, wailing.
Such words have always been used by him to describe warriors who were bullied by him, played with by him, and abused by him.
In the past, when he saw warriors being reduced to human form by him, he would only laugh arrogantly.
But in a short period of time, all these things happened to him, turning him into the image he once most ridiculed.
"This can't be me, this is definitely not me! I am Mo Ran, I am the Son of God of the Blood God Sect, and I am the strongest!"
boom!
An invisible wave erupted from Mo Ran, and Chu Ye, who had been watching the show, gradually became serious.