Accompanied by the crystal-white brilliance and the refreshing fragrance, Yang Wudi, who was covered in scars, quietly healed his physical injuries.
No matter how powerful Yang Wudi's medicine was, it would still take some time to recover, but Si Ren only needed to polish off his spear spirit and restore his soul power, and he could fight several times every day.
Of course, this requires energy, but Si Ren's energy obviously exceeded Yang Wudi's expectations - at the end of the day, he was covered in injuries.
So, the next day, Ye Langling was called over by Si Ren to treat Yang Wudi's injuries.
The soul saint's body should be extremely powerful, but all the soul rings of the Po clan are focused on "offense", and the martial soul is also indomitable and can only attack, so the body's defense and recovery capabilities are naturally much lower.
It has to be said that a large part of the inheritance of the Po clan relies on pharmaceutical technology - knocking the enemy down first, and then slowly recuperating the injury.
Qian Renxue would often come to watch Si Ren and Yang Wudi stab each other. She would often be knocked to the ground by Si Ren's Eternal Creation. Sometimes she would also be shot by Yang Wudi, and then it would be extremely difficult to activate her soul power and purify death. Intention and gun intention.
Although the power of purification can purify anything, it cannot achieve very good results when it comes to the "meaning" that is more inclined to the category of spiritual power.
Under constant persecution, Qian Renxue was not defeated. Her blond hair and golden eyes became more and more sacred, faintly brewing a "sacred meaning" unique to the Seraphim's martial spirit.
In other words, it was Qian Renxue's talent and tenacity that prevented her from being defeated. If she had been replaced by that cheap senior sister Si Ren, she would most likely have become autistic at this moment.
And Yang Wudi would go out from time to time, buy some weird herbs, and spend the night alone in his room tinkering with something—
The members of the Po Zhi clan had already packed up their belongings and fled, and neither Si Ren nor Yang Wudi mentioned this incident.
Another day of bloody training was over. Yang Wudi stumbled back to the room and handed Si Ren a fist-sized crucible when he came out.
"What the hell is this?" Si Ren's left and right eyelids were beating wildly at the same time. The crucible was filled with a black and shiny paste-like viscous liquid. The smell was quite pungent, but it made people unable to sneeze. Uncomfortable.
"Shi Jue Powder is a very fast-acting poison. It can forcefully penetrate the eight extraordinary meridians and open up the Zhoutian acupoint. If it is eaten, all the blood and essence in the body will be released. If it is touched, the skin will ulcerate and the bones and flesh will be cut off."
"However, if you can survive the effects of the medicine without dying after swallowing it, you will be able to have all the meridians connected and be immune to all poisons."
Yang Wudi showed a rare expression of pride on his face. It was obvious that this was one of the Po Zhi Clan's secret medicines at the bottom of the box.
"Dugu Bo, did you hear that? Why don't you hurry up and buy Yang Wudi a portion for your granddaughter to eat!" Si Ren immediately yelled at the empty mansion.
Dugu Bo was nowhere to be seen all day long, and Si Ren didn't care whether he heard or not. After expressing his concern for his subordinates, he swallowed the thick black ointment in several mouthfuls.
This Shi Jue Powder still had a hint of warmth, as if Yang Wudi had just refined it and couldn't wait to drink it for Si Ren.
Si Ren only felt that he had just swallowed a piece of cooked tofu in his stomach. He blew on it twice to cool down the surface, but it was still incredibly hot inside, as if there was a fire burning in his stomach.
This hot feeling spread quickly. It didn't feel like it was being digested by the intestines and stomach. Instead, it felt like it had been pierced through the intestines and stomach, and the medicinal properties had entered the blood vessels arbitrarily.
"Gah!"
His body temperature rose rapidly, and Si Ren's skin was visibly red. He opened his mouth to find water, but found that his throat was already swollen, and he could only make a duck call.
Soon, the power of Shi Jue San spread throughout his body, and Si Ren collapsed to the ground. Big beads of sweat could not stop flowing out of his pores, making Si Ren wet in a short time.
The immortal body has no effect at this moment - turning on the immortal body will only suppress the power of the medicine and prevent the Shi Jue Sanda from opening up the meridians and acupuncture points.
But the Eternal Creation is surprisingly useful.
That crazy idea that goes straight to death is very consistent with Si Ren's current state.
In fact, after a soul master with a martial soul reaches the Soul Saint level, his soul can be integrated into the martial soul, and the true body of the martial soul is naturally extremely powerful.
Although Yang Wudi and Sword Douluo have never used the martial spirit avatar, Si Ren's Eternal Creation undoubtedly learned the skills from it, making up for the Death Spider Emperor's lack of soul.
If Sword Douluo taught Si Ren to learn to "fight out" this power, then Yang Wudi taught Si Ren to learn to "keep" this power.
Seeing through the autumn dew also greatly increased Si Ren's mental power, providing Si Ren with the capital to control the death of his soul.
Using the Eternal Creation at high intensity every day, the Death Spider Emperor's martial spirit has already reached an active state, and today's powerful medicine is like the key to opening a new door.
Si Ren's consciousness became increasingly blurry, and he vaguely saw a large purple-black spider appearing in front of him and landing on his face.
Immediately, Si Ren seemed to have fallen into the silk hole. Spiders the size of washbasins crawled all over Si Ren's body. The spider legs filled with the smell of death kept scratching on his skin, making the place numb and itchy.
The power of death enveloped Si Ren, but he was stopped by these spiders. Si Ren stepped into the underworld with one foot and nailed the other foot to the earth, entering and exiting a state of half-death...
Yang Wudi looked at Si Ren, who was sweating dryly and bleeding from his pores, and silently took out a pill the size of a longan.
This poison naturally has an antidote. The Po Yi Clan's life is not that big and they can force it through. If the antidote is not prepared, then Shi Jue Powder will be of no use to the Po Yi Clan.
Of course, the so-called "antidote" is actually another kind of poison called Blood Stasis Pills, which can forcibly block the meridians, making the soul master unable to practice and even unable to use his soul power. The key is to fight poison with poison.
Seeing Si Ren's breathing getting weaker and weaker, and the ups and downs of his chest gradually disappearing, Yang Wudi couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment, and then wanted to feed Si Ren the blood stasis pill.
At this moment, a burst of intense purple-black light burst out from Si Ren's body.
Without the need for Si Ren's control, the Death Spider Emperor's martial spirit possessed itself. The purple-black armor was riddled with holes, but it continued to expand, and black liquid flowed out to repair the wounds.
In just a few breaths, the originally ferocious spider disappeared, replaced by a large black cocoon.
There is a purple light shining inside the big cocoon, like a beating heart.
"Crunch... crunch..."
Accompanied by a creepy chewing sound, the newly formed large cocoon immediately disappeared into ashes, revealing the hideous and noble spider inside.
"If you feed on death, how can you be limited by your soul? I understand!"
