The fifth son's talent in making poisons is indeed unparalleled. Whether it is cultivating dead insects or making many poisons, he has outstanding talents, far exceeding his talent in orthodox cultivation.
Although most of the cultivation in this world is body cultivation, sword cultivation, and the cultivation of tangible things, such as medical cultivation, it is a small way, and even has the meaning of heresy, because even the monks who practice this kind of way do not know what to do. How to continue practicing.
It is not that there are no poisonous cultivators. It is said that when the Shenluo Sect was at its peak, there was a time when hundreds of flowers bloomed, and there were cultivators of all kinds. There were also several famous poisonous cultivators who were later confirmed to have ascended to the upper world and left a great reputation.
In just a few breaths of time, dozens of different poisons were mixed and released. The fifth son was worthy of being the fifth pharmaceutical genius who claimed to be the number one pharmaceutical genius in thousands of years.
In fact, it is a waste for talents like Fifth Son to spend their time and energy fighting for power. If he had concentrated on practicing, he might have gotten rid of the constraints of his qualifications and embarked on a different path.
But he is not bad now, but it is obvious that he has not used this talent in the right way. This kind of mixed poison is extremely difficult to cure, and those with low cultivation level will almost die at the touch of it. Even the Nascent Soul Lord with some background cannot be immune to it alone.
They can't get out of this small venue, and they probably won't be able to hold on for long.
Looking at the falling figures one after another below, there were painful groans that seemed to echo in his ears. At this moment, the fifth son felt extremely relaxed.
He has never been happy, ever since he was born, ever since he became a substitute, even though he is only one step away from becoming the head of the family, he is still unhappy. His heart was filled with the desire for destruction, wanting to vent, wanting to kill, wanting to destroy everything.
This damn world deserves to be destroyed. Why was he in so much pain, but those people could laugh so happily? He doesn't understand.
The fifth son has lived in a twisted world since he was a child. Everyone around him, including his biological father, is used to forcing twisted things on him. The world he saw was naturally distorted.
He doesn't dare to trust, doesn't know what dependence is, doesn't know happiness, doesn't know what love is, let alone how to love. Living for such a person is a kind of pain, so he hates all people who can laugh and laugh happily.
Maybe there are still people in this world who are willing to love. Fifth Purple once loved his brother so truly.
Fifth Purple's strong emotions may still be mixed with some other emotions, or guilt, or even unknown impulses that he himself can't explain, but no one can pretend for a lifetime.
In the last moments of Wu Zi's life, he at least really missed his younger brother and wanted to save his life without any reservation, even at the expense of his own life. At this moment, his emotions surpassed everything else.
But Wuying probably didn't expect that the person who caused them to suffer such a terrible fate was none other than his brother, who seemed to know nothing.
I wonder if he would regret taking the risk to save such a wolf-hearted beast if he knew about this.
But now it's too late to say anything. The person who has done all the bad things is about to get what he wants, and another batch of innocent souls will die at his hands. I don't know whether I should say that God has no eyes.
However, the fifth son's attention was not on those people who had been tricked to death by the way, but on the culprit in front of him who had caused the tragedy and comedy in his life.
"As expected of you, even in this situation, you still look calm. It seems that the lives of these people are not worth mentioning in your eyes. The so-called cruelty of your son is really true in front of you. It’s not enough…” The fifth son pretended to be relaxed and said in surprise. Peerless Tang Sect fo
In fact, he was not as brisk as he looked.
His poison is powerful, but his cultivation and skills are still far behind Zhenjun Yunmao. For a Jindan Daoist to knock down Yuanying Daojun is simply a fantasy, it is just a few tricks to look good.
However, he was knocked down by Zhenjun Yunmao in just a few moments. However, due to the unexpectedness of the opponent's poison, True Lord Yun Mao did not dare to move at will and used his spiritual power to slam the person against the spiritual barrier.
But despite his embarrassing appearance, there was still a strange soft light in his eyes, as if he was a winner, and he said provocatively: "It's useless..."
"It's too late for you to take action now. This poison is not spread through physical contact, but through the air...the poison has already penetrated into your body. There is no antidote for this poisonous son, so you...don't need to worry about it. "The fifth son wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his face full of pride.
He couldn't defeat True Lord Yun Mao... How could he not know something that everyone could think of? But he had no intention of killing the opponent through head-on confrontation.
This is something he has been thinking about since he started learning poison, and he has not used it since the day it was made. He also thought about how to use this thing very early.
I just didn't expect that it would have been so long before I actually used this thing. Fortunately, I still used it before he left this disgusting world. Being able to take his father with him to hell was a comforting thing for him.
The fifth son was lying on the ground, his whole body covered in sweat, with blood and stains on his body. It could be said that he looked the most embarrassed in his life. But the pride and joy on his face were so conspicuous.
Wu Zi raised his hand and spread his fingers, as if he was feeling the power flowing in his arm.
"Do you feel it?" Seeing Wuying's reaction, Wuzi became more and more excited. He seemed to be able to foresee the moment when the other party would cry pitifully before his death.
"The toxin has been flowing slowly along your blood vessels, eroding your spiritual veins bit by bit, and will give you a fatal blow when it accumulates successfully. It won't take even a quarter of an hour for the attack to occur. The blood in your body will They will all be enveloped in poison, and then——"
His pupils dilated slightly, as if he thought of something that made him extremely excited: "Bang!"
Then he showed a look of compassion: "This is a gift I specially prepared for you, father. Do you like it?"
"If you don't like this method very much, you'd better end it quickly, otherwise the toxin effect may not be as good as it is now." The fifth son said with a low eyebrow.
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However, he was knocked down by Zhenjun Yunmao in just a few moments. However, due to the unexpectedness of the other party's poison, True Lord Yunmao did not dare to move at will, and used his spiritual power to slam the person against the spiritual barrier.
But despite his embarrassing appearance, there was still a strange soft light in his eyes, as if he was a winner, and he said provocatively: "It's useless..."
"It's too late for you to take action now. This poison is not spread through physical contact, but through the air...the poison has penetrated into your body.
