Qian Duqian said, and slapped the bowl body with a slap, and a purple-red lotus flower flew out. The flower came out of the bowl body and instantly expanded to the size of a water tank. It spun around in the air several times, and then It hung above Mu Hengyuan's head.
"Others call me Qian Du Qian, and I don't call this name for nothing. Haha, let me give you a taste of what it feels like!"
Qian Duqian said one mantra: "Disperse!"
The large purple-red lotus flower was directly broken into powder and turned into thin threads hanging down.
Qiandu Qian lowered his head and glanced at the place where Mi Xiaojing was hiding. His body turned into a blue-black shadow and shot towards the direction of the sect hall in an instant. He didn't bother to kill a junior.
Just as the purple-red lotus shattered into countless filaments, Mu Hengyuan's expression completely changed. His spirit sword was no longer able to stop him. He raised his arm and unleashed a series of lightning strikes. There was a sudden thunderclap sound. He tried to Use Thunder Gang to repel poisonous threads.
Lei Gang is a trick that every cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage knows. It is the true essence that is condensed and exploded through some means. It relies on a wave of waves, and its lethality is not strong.
Qiandu Lian had gone far away, but a cold snort still sounded clearly: "Why don't you die slowly and fight me? You are looking for death!"
Mu Hengyuan was in a desperate situation. Qiandu Lian's methods were too sinister and his cultivation level was much higher than his. His various methods had no effect at all.
The methods of cultivation are really powerful when they reach high levels, especially the mantra-turned-material poison used by Qian Du, which is extremely damaging. Mu Hengyuan finally got a taste of it this time.
The purple-black poisonous thread directly invaded the spirit pattern of the spirit sword and destroyed the integrity of the spirit pattern. Mu Hengyuan's spirit sword had been cultivated in Yuanying for a long time, but now he did not dare to take it back. In Dantian, that is definitely an act of seeking death.
The most critical thing was that the purple-red poisonous threads above his head descended rapidly, forcing him to try to dodge, but he couldn't. He was surrounded by floating purple-black lotus flowers, and he had even reached the point where it was difficult to drive the spiritual sword.
Mu Hengyuan was gradually unable to maintain his flight, and his body began to fall downwards. His mind was already in a state of confusion. He had never seen such a sinister fighting method.
The spiritual sword suddenly slashed downwards, and Mu Hengyuan also took the risk. He had to clear the purple-black lotus under his feet first, otherwise he would directly hit it.
Even so, the purple-black poisonous threads floating around were still contaminated on Mu Hengyuan's body. As soon as the clothes on his body came into contact with the poisonous threads, they were immediately scorched and broken. The poisonous threads directly invaded the skin, leaving a twisting black line. texture.
The purple poisonous thread on his head seemed to have identified Mu Hengyuan, and he immediately followed him.
A strange scene appeared. Mu Hengyuan fell downwards, and not far above his head, purple-red poisonous threads formed streamers. The heads of the streamers followed Mu Hengyuan and fell towards the Huiquan Villa. forecourt.
Mi Xiaojing stared at him, which was really thrilling.
Wang Weijun said repeatedly: "Let's go, silly boy, you are still looking at farts!"
Mi Xiaojing said: "I can cure this poison!"
Wang Weijun said angrily: "What the hell, let him die!"
Mi Xiaojing was very hesitant. He had no objection to the four Yuan Ying ancestors of the sect. After all, he was still a young man. His understanding of the world was that if you are good to me, then I will also be good to you. Such simple logic.
Especially since he was educated by Yanxiu since he was a child, he basically has the idea of doing good to others. If he can't do anything, there is nothing he can do. But if he has the means and ability, he doesn't want to leave.
"No, I... I want to save!"
"Why should you save him? Have you ever thought about it? Maybe he was the one who ordered the destruction of your Xiyan Clan!"
"I... But he is the elder of Little Senior Sister, I..."
Without listening to Wang Weijun's words, Mi Xiaojing saw Mu Hengyuan fall to the floor in the front yard. With a crash, a hole was opened in the ground. Before he could escape, countless purple-red plumes fell from the sky. The poisonous threads were shot out one after another.
The purple-red poisonous thread was more powerful than the purple-black poisonous thread. When it fell on Mu Hengyuan, it actually made a hissing sound.
Mu Hengyuan suddenly let out screams. This kind of poisonous thread that deprives a cultivator of power is really terrifying to the extreme.
Mi Xiaojing did not dare to step forward, but hid behind a broken wall and observed carefully. He did have a way to detoxify, using mantra to detoxify, but he didn't know how effective it was because he had never tested it.
Wang Weijun stopped trying to persuade Mi Xiaojing. He couldn't understand Mi Xiaojing's attempt to save people. In the world of cultivation, it was almost impossible for such a thing to happen.
Unless the two parties are father, son, wife and daughter, brothers and sisters, or truly hardcore friends, others are almost ignored. In a crisis, one's own safety always comes first.
Mi Xiaojing was very cautious. He didn't stupidly run out to save people, but slowly observed from a short distance away.
Wang Weijun doesn't understand Yanxiu. In his opinion, this method of using poison is frightening and too weird. However, in Mi Xiaojing's eyes, it is not so mysterious. After all, he is too familiar with Yanxiu's mantra. , after being influenced by the Ten Thousand Character Mantra, Mi Xiaojing will naturally understand many things about Yanxiu.
He had seen the poison threads on Mu Hengyuan's body before. It was a combination of mantra and poison, and there were some methods of cultivating the pills. If someone didn't understand one thing about this combination, it would be incomprehensible. But it just so happened that Mi Xiaojing understood everything.
When Mi Xiaojing looked at the poisonous thread, he didn't think it was very magical, so he dared to say that he had a way to detoxify it.
Mu Hengyuan was no longer human, and all his clothes were shattered into powder, revealing a large area of skin. On that skin, the hairs all over his body could be seen standing on end. The zigzagging purple-red and purple-black poisonous threads were deeply embedded in the skin. of engraved in the skin.
In such a short period of time, Mu Hengyuan's skin had become ulcerated, swollen and turned black, and even his physical body had begun to collapse. The poisonous threads had invaded the body and extended towards the Nascent Soul.
Once Nascent Soul is also contaminated with poisonous threads, Mu Hengyuan will be completely hopeless.
He tried several methods in succession to get rid of the poisonous threads, but to no avail. Mu Hengyuan felt a sense of despair. Is this the end? No! No...I'm not willing to give in!
There was an extremely desperate death wish in his eyes. Mu Hengyuan was extremely anxious and said, "Come out!"
When Mi Xiaojing was stunned, he knew that Mu Hengyuan was calling him. After thinking about it, he walked out.
"senior."
"It's you!"
Mu Hengyuan did not expect that Mi Xiaojing would hide here, but after thinking about it again, he was relieved. This is where he lives. Where can a child escape from the sect hall? Of course I went home.
"Are you...are you okay?"
Mu Hengyuan shook his head and said: "I can't do it, please help me..."
Mi Xiaojing was stunned, and then he said: "What can I... help?"
"Help me relieve my troops! Take good care of Xiaoyin from now on!"