Chapter 173 Bet

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Xiao Heng pondered for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Use poison."

Ling Kudie was stunned when he heard the words. He looked up and down at Xiao Heng and said in surprise, "If I feel good, most of this so-called incineration sect is probably poison cultivation. What kind of poison do you have that can threaten them?

Xiao Heng also looked back at Ling Kudie in surprise and said, "Didn't the seniors find that I was also a poisoner?" With that, Xiao Heng's breath immediately changed. A like-like fragrance of medicine immediately emanated into Xiao Heng's body.

"Huh? Interesting, okay, you can use poison first. Let me see what the effect of your poison." As soon as Ling Kudie felt Xiao Heng's strange breath, she immediately smiled.

Xiao Heng nodded silently when he heard the words. His hands suddenly knotted the seal, opened his mouth and sprayed, and a mouthful of blood fog sprayed out of Xiao Heng's mouth.

The blood fog gradually condensed in front of Xiao Heng, and a strange rune gradually appeared. If you look carefully, you will find that this is exactly the same as the incomplete "returning poison symbol" on Xiao Heng's palm.

Xiao Heng's formula kept, wisps of black gas. At this time, it also rose out at Xiao Heng's feet and integrated into the rune of blood condensed in front of Xiao Heng.

"Heaven and earth are natural, and tamphes are scattered. Blood is coagulated, and everything is withered. Disease." A formula came to Xiao Heng's mouth and slowly spit it out, accompanied by the last word "disease". Xiao Heng's hands were also a blood rune condensed in front of him in the sky. Then the formula changed, and the rune condensed with blood was immediately like a drop of ink dripping into the clear pool, instantly dispersing and opening, leaving no trace.

"It's over?" Ling Kudie looked at Xiao Heng, who had completed casting spells in less than ten breaths, and asked in surprise.

Xiao Heng clapped his hands and replied, "Well, it's over. Let's wait and see. It is estimated that few people can resist except for a few old antiques of their sect..."

"What kind of person dares to poison my burning Zongshanmen?" As soon as Xiao Heng's voice fell, a majestic voice immediately sounded.

Xiao Heng's face changed, and he immediately turned his head and looked at the sound source. He saw a gray-black escape light, which almost appeared in the nearby sky. A terrible thought swept away, and immediately locked the position of Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie. At the same time, the other dozens of halls in the canyon also flew out of countless lights in an instant.

"What are you two? Why did I put poison in the incense burning sect? A skinny old man in a gray robe looked solemnly at the dead butterfly and asked. If it hadn't been for the breath that made him afraid of the withered butterfly from time to time, it was estimated that the old man would have killed directly as soon as he came up.

Hearing this, Ling Kudie glanced at Xiao Heng beside him, as if to say: You have used too much poison. As soon as you used it, the enemy found out.

And Xiao Heng was also a little embarrassed. After nodding his head to Ling Kudie in embarrassment, he said to the flying elder of the Incineration Sect, "We are here to find Shura Tianzun."

The old man's face condensed and asked warily, "What's the matter with you, Brother Shura? Moreover, why do you want to poison my clan? If it hadn't been for the universe and jade, I really wouldn't have found the poison yuan you laid.

"Because I'm a real Shura." Before Xiao Heng could answer, Ling Kudie took the lead in answering. At the same time, a trace of green light flashed in the eyes of the dead butterfly.

A feeling of extreme crisis immediately came to the old man's heart. As soon as the old man wanted to dodge instinctively, a wisp of ghost fire immediately burned out of his body.

"Ah..." As soon as a scream came out, it was as if it had fallen into the abyss, and the sound gradually became distant.

At this time, the ghost fire seemed extremely strange. Xiao Heng, who was standing not far away, seemed to feel the temperature on the ghost fire at all. However, Xiao Heng really saw the old man's body that was constantly being burned and screaming. However, at this time, there was no sound at all.

"Is even the sound burned? The origin of the Heavenly Mirror Friar's elixir?" Xiao Heng looked at the strange scene in front of him in shock, and immediately thought of the terrible fire of the Sky Mirror monk.

When the Yuanjing advances to the sky mirror, it will condense an inner elixir in the body, which is also known as the golden elixir. With a golden elixir, you can display the original elixir that is more than a thousand times more powerful than the internal fire of the source. This kind of flame, which can't be extinguished at all, is another killer when it is a refinery and an alchemy against the enemy.

For a moment, the elder of the incinerator sect has been directly killed into ashes by the withered butterfly. And what came immediately was the light of a locust.

"They killed the demon elders, brothers, and killed them to avenge the demon elders." I don't know who shouted such a sentence, countless escapes, more fiercely shot at Xiao Heng and Lingkudie.

Lingkudie's eyes were cold, and green light kept flashing in its eyes. The countless excited monks immediately spontaneously ignited when they were nearly 300 feet close to the withered butterfly. After a few breaths, it immediately turned into a pile of dust and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Such a fierce method made Xiao Heng beside him change his color.

The breath of the withered butterfly trembled, and he said in a low voice, "Let your suzerain come out to speak, or I will directly destroy your whole incineration sect."

Shocked by the terrible breath of the withered butterfly, all the monks woke up in an instant. While looking at the withered butterfly with a terrible face, he was also secretly guessing where the rare strong man of the heavenly mirror came from.

At this time, the ten breaths that should not be underestimated appeared in front of the disciples of the Incineration Sect.

One of them is the Shura Tianzun that Xiao Heng has seen for a long time. Next to Shura Tianzun, there is a white-bearded old man standing at the peak of the Yuanjing. Of the remaining eight people, three are powerful cultivation in the later stage of Yuanjing, and five are in the middle stage of Yuanjing. This power is not too great.

The white-bearded old man who practiced at the peak of the Yuan Dynasty is the child disease of the suzerain of this incineration sect. As for the rest of the people, they are all elders of the Incineration Sect. One of the old people in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty was the strict master ghost looking for flowers.

"The senior came to this sect, which made me shine, but I don't know why the senior came here?" Tong Ji stared at the dead butterfly and asked without any emotion.

Ling Kudie frowned and did not hide it. He said directly, "I need a lot of divine stones. I believe you will satisfy me."

When all the monks around heard the words, their faces changed at the same time. There are still a lot more divine stones. How can this be possible?

"I'm sorry, I don't have Shenxingshi. You have come to the wrong place. Where did you come from? Please go there. As for the death of my demon brother, I won't bother you." Tong Ji's eyes flashed for a moment before he said so.

But the dead butterfly doesn't eat this set. As soon as the dead butterfly heard this, her hands immediately pinched the magic formula. A huge ghost shadow immediately appeared behind the withered butterfly. A strong evil spirit rushed straight to the air in an instant.

As soon as the monks around saw it, they immediately hurriedly sacrificed the defense mask and their own magic swords. He pointed straight at the withered butterfly and Xiao Heng.

"Wait." A glimmer of light flashed in Tongji's eyes, blocking the movements of the disciples behind him. He said slowly again, "Senior, I do have some divine stones incineration sect, but as soon as I come, I want it. If I give it and spread it out, there is no room for my incineration sect to put aside. How about a bet between the senior and the junior?

Lingshidie narrowed his eyes and asked, "What kind of bet?"

"I let my five younger brothers in Yuanjing compete with their predecessors. If the seniors win, the younger generation will offer all the Shenxing Stones with both hands." Tong Ji stroked his white beard, squinted his eyes and said faintly.

The withered butterfly raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, let's start now."

When Tong Ji heard the words, he waved his hand with a smile and said, "Senior, don't worry, let's finish it. If the senior loses..." Speaking of this, Tongji's voice changed, and he said in a low voice, "Then there will be a senior who has served as my incineration sect for five hundred years."

Lingkudie sneered disdainfully and said, "Well, even if you add five more, I won't lose."

Tong Ji was secretly happy when he heard the words and asked, "So, did the senior agree?"

"Speak less nonsense, which five, call it out." Ling Kudie waved her hand impatiently and said to Tong Ji.

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