Pei Feng felt infinite regret in his heart. It doesn't matter that he himself is just a clone and died, but he has caused great harm to his master. He also didn't expect that a dignified Soul Saint Alchemist would encounter such a big disaster when he went out.
"Master, we have no grudges against the Poison King. As long as we reveal our identities, he will definitely let us go."
"The three sects he destroyed back then were all Taoist sects."
"Ah this..."
Eight giant pythons spit out poisonous mist, dyeing the formation colorfully. The two masters and apprentices flashed and moved around within the formation, only able to parry.
For Qian Mo, this formation was not considered level eight. After all, he had studied poisons for hundreds of years, and these snake venoms could not kill him. But even a seventh-level high-level trap cannot be easily broken through by his god-forming realm.
For Pei Feng, this formation was too powerful. If it weren't for his master's support, he would have died a hundred times.
"Master, this is not the way to go. We have to find the center of the formation. The way to break the formation is a process of psychological game with the person who set up the formation. We have to think about why the Poison King deployed such a powerful formation here."
"Of course it's to protect the valley, no need to ask."
After Qian Mo finished speaking, the realm of transformation into gods was completely opened, including Pei Feng.
"It's actually a healing field. Master, your field is so powerful."
Qian Mo said angrily: "How long has it been and you are still here farting?"
Pei Feng returned to the topic and said seriously: "Then why didn't the formation start when the talisman corpse came in?"
"There is no spiritual power fluctuation on the Fu corpse."
"That should be the case. This formation must have activated itself when it felt powerful spiritual energy fluctuations. And have you ever felt that these eight poisonous snakes are obviously very powerful, but they only attack with poisonous gas."
"So what?"
"So this formation is not to kill those who enter the Valley. With the Poison King's cultivation, who dares to break into the Poison Snake Valley? All cultivators who have the strength to enter must be land gods. How many land gods are there in the world?"
"You mean this is the Poison King's test for those who enter the valley?"
"That must be the case. Since it is a trapped formation, there is a way to break it. Presumably if we break this formation, we will be qualified to see the Poison King. If we don't break this formation, it will be a dead end."
"Well, that makes sense. Your kid's brain is getting brighter and brighter. It's good if it's not a dead end. I also know a little bit about the formation."
Pei Feng breathed a sigh of relief. If Master says you understand a little bit, that means you understand it very well. After all, Qianmo had practiced in Huanwu Immortal Valley. Even if he was kicked out of the mountain by the immortal, he still had the guidance of the immortal. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Qian Mo looked around and pondered for a long time. "For the Qiji high-grade formation, even if we find the formation's eye, it is difficult to destroy it. These eight giant pythons are like eight stars surrounding the moon. If one area is attacked by force, the other seven areas will be affected. It is even more impossible to break through by force. "
"A strong attack won't work, and destroying the formation's eyes won't work either. How can we break the formation?" Pei Feng muttered.
"Feng'er, if the Poison King wants to test those who enter the valley, what do you think he will test?"
"Cultivation? Formation attainments? Intelligence?" These answers flashed through Pei Feng's mind, but he rejected them one by one.
Finally, Pei Feng said one word in a deep voice: "Poison!"
"Poison... Then I will fight poison with poison. Let's take a gamble."
Qian Mo took a deep look at Pei Feng and said, "Disciple, my master failed to protect you. If I fail to break the formation, I will go to hell with you."
Pei Feng is so ashamed!
Qian Mo made a hand gesture. An unprecedented momentum broke out. It was the first time that Pei Feng saw this old man showing his strongest combat power.
What an old man of bliss, what an evil king. Their aura is nothing compared to their master.
The huge Medicine Master image appeared behind the old man. It's just that the eyes of the Dharma Appearance are pitch black, very evil, and look very scary. The Dharma Appearance is definitely not a serious pharmacist.
"Feng'er, hold your breath. Seal all the meridians."
Pei Feng knew that his master was going to use a bigger move and didn't dare to play tricks. Immediately all the blood vessels in the body were sealed. Let the soul baby in your fairy palace enter a dormant state. Then he swallowed all the antidote pills given by his master in one breath.
"Feng'er, you have to hold on."
Qian Mo roared, and the surrounding light green healing field suddenly strengthened.
Pei Feng could see the world in front of him changing from light green to dark green and finally dark green at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Pei Feng remembered the first batch of poison, White Horse Yellow Spider, which was refined in Wujimen Medicine Valley using white elm fruit, horsetail grass, yellow flowers and spider silk.
Using four non-toxic herbs to finally refine the poison, the principle is just one word - degree!
Continuously enhance the therapeutic area beyond a degree! Then this realm is the realm of poison. This is Qian Mo’s way of poison.
A wine gourd appeared in Gan Mo's hand at the same time. He unscrewed the lid, and wisps of black smoke floated out from the gourd.
Black smoke and colored smoke quickly mixed together. The fog turned into a murky mass.
The turbid thing easily melted into Pei Feng's protective light shield.
"What a powerful poison!"
At this time, a ball of colorful divine light enveloped Pei Feng's body. Of course Qian Mo would not poison his disciple with his own hands.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The colorful light shields on Qian Mo and Pei Feng gradually dimmed. Until it disappears completely. Such poison completely corroded the defense of the great monk.
Pei Feng felt pain on his skin and was shocked when he saw it. In just an instant, a large area of his skin was corroded.
At this time, he felt that the detoxification elixir in his body began to work, preventing the poisonous gas from seeping into his flesh and blood.
The detoxifying elixir has limited efficacy. The surrounding poisonous mist is endless.
"It's over!"
The master and disciple looked at each other. There was a look of despair in their eyes.
Just then, they noticed that the thick fog began to recede rapidly. After the dense fog of nine colors completely merged, it actually had some strange reaction.
The eight giant pythons gradually faded away. Soon it faded into nothingness.
The clouds clear and the fog clears. A new world appears.
This valley is fertile and wild, with flowers blooming and grass growing and orioles flying. In the distance is a green bamboo forest.
The blood python and the green zombie that were originally tied up by Gan Mo Wuhua had disappeared. There is not the slightest trace of a fight here.
"This poison formation is indeed mysterious. The eight poisons are mutually reinforcing and incompatible. If there is more poison, the poisons will cancel each other out, and if there is less poison, the poison will be greatly reduced. The Poison King has reached its peak in using poison."
"Master, what else are you feeling? Let's run away!"
After pondering for a moment, Ganmo said: "I haven't got my crutches back yet. You should go out first."
"Master, is your brain poisoned?"
"Isn't that what you said? We have passed this level and are qualified to meet the Poison King."
Pei Feng actually saw a hint of fanaticism in his master's eyes. He understood that the master was completely fascinated by the Poison King's technique of using poison.
