Chapter 716 Wuxiang Xuandu Magic Gong

After Peicheng listened to it, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. The Shiji Daxian was far from established, and the honorific title had not been used. It was impossible to identify from these honorific accounts to identify Zhou Hong, who was the insidious calculation of Shiji Daxian. The only thing that can be ruled out is the

However, Li Peicheng doesn't have the strength to settle accounts with Zhou Hong anyway. This matter is very far away, and he doesn't take it to heart. For him, the most urgent thing is to find Yan Huangzong as soon as possible, and at the same time improve his strength to get Jin Taiyi Jinxian as soon as possible.

Then Li Peicheng asked about the fairyland in detail, but the three of them only knew a lot about the ** fairy island group. Outside the fairy island group, even Wenji's knowledge was very limited. If they wanted to inquire about the Xingjunfu, which was in charge of the galactic galaxy, it was delusional.

Li Peicheng temporarily interrupted the idea of inquiring about the news of Yan Huangzong. He remembered that the attack on Fuxia Fairy Island by the Wandu Sect was quite intriguing, so he asked, "Wenji, why did you vow to seize Fuxia Fairy Island this time?"

Wen Ji hurriedly knelt down and replied, "Sir, I will teach you this time. No, the poison religion attacked Fuxia Fairy Island for a mysterious poisonous yin vein."

"Mysterous poisonous yin!" Li Pei whispered, and a record of the mysterious poisonous yin vein naturally flashed in his mind. It was the place where the yin gas gathered. For ordinary practitioners, it was a place of evil poison that they could not avoid, but it was a paradise for poisons and people who practiced poison skills.

It's just that this mysterious poisonous yin is extremely rare, and it is difficult to find one in thousands of mountains. Of course, except for the demons like the Wandu religion who practice evil poison magic skills, people will struggle to find the mysterious poisonous yin. Ordinary immortals will never waste time looking for the mysterious poisonous yin. Therefore, there is a mysterious poisonous yin vein on Fuxia Fairy Island. The people of the Poison Sect know it, but the people of Fuxia Fairy Island know nothing about it.

"No wonder the blood underworld ~ It is inevitable for Fuxia Fairy Island. It turns out that the mysterious poisonous yin has to destroy the mysterious poisonous yin as soon as possible." Zhao Zhuo has been practicing in the fairyland for 100,000 years, but he has also heard the name of Xuandu Yin, and he can't help but suddenly realize it.

"This mysterious poisonous yin is still useful as a teacher and can't be destroyed." Li Peicheng waved his hand to veto it, and then continued to ask Wen Ji with a happy face, "Where is the mysterious poisonous yin vein?"

"I'm old, right in the Caixia Mountains 30,000 miles away from Xiaguang City.

" Wenji Road.

Tengwu and Zhao Zhuo changed their faces when they heard the name of Caixia Mountain. Although the name of the Caixia Mountains sounds good. But the people of Fuxia Fairy Island all know that it is because the mountain is shrouded in colorful poisonous miasma all year round, and there are a large number of poisonous earthworms, fierce beasts and fierce and poisonous monsters hidden in the name. Three golden fairies entered with fifty real immortals. I want to see if there are any treasures hidden in it. But later, the fifty-three people went in and never came out. From then on. No one dares to set foot in this Caixia Mountains anymore.

Li Peicheng saw that Tengwu and Zhao Zhuo looked slightly and asked. Only then did I know that the Caixia Mountains had almost become a forbidden place for Fuxia Fairy Island, but the more he listened to it, the more happy he became. Six hundred orchid dragons in his golden silk bag are worried that there is no strong poison to feed. The progress of poison is slow. Now there is a place where this poison gathers. That's the best.

It's just a pity. But I don't know how to practice poison skills, otherwise I can let these Cuilan dragons practice poison skills. Li Peicheng sighed in his heart that he would get twice the result with half the effort. Wen Jizhong, who was still kneeling on the ground, couldn't help moving. I'm happy.

"You get up first, Master, I still have something to ask you." Li Peicheng said softly.

Wen Jishang is the first time to hear Li Peicheng talk to him so gently. Suddenly, I felt flattered. He hurriedly said, "If you have anything to say, just ask. The little one knows everything and says everything.

Li Peicheng nod his head to express his praise and continued to say softly, "Try to me the master about the skills you have cultivated."

Wen Ji's life is now in Li Peicheng's hands. How dare he hide it? Moreover, he has witnessed Li Peicheng's terrible strength with his own eyes. In his opinion, Li Peicheng is ashamed to ask that he looks up to him.

Wen Ji hurriedly said, "The small cultivation skill is a non-phase mysterious poison magic skill handed down from the ancestors of the blood underworld. It is said that this skill can be practiced to nine levels, and the poison can be refined into any part of the body. There is no phase. The poison and the true magic power are integrated into one, transforming each other, and there is no difference. What is attacking between waving hands is both supreme magic power and supreme poison. The ancestors have now practiced to the eighth level, and has trained poison to any part of the whole body, but it has not yet reached the realm of phase transformation. Speaking of this, Wenji remembered the horrible appearance of the ancestor of the Blood Underworld, which was covered with bright and ferocious spots, and couldn't help but fight a cold war.

Although Tengwu and Zhao Zhuo have never seen the ancestor of the Blood Underworld, they still heard that the pores were horrified, and a chill came up. They thought that it was better not to meet a perverted poisonous person like the ancestor of the Blood Underworld in this life. Only Li Peicheng smiled and thought that if Cui Lanlong refined the poison into his whole body, the huge body, the green dragon scales, and the sharp dragon claws, wouldn't any attack be fierce and insidious? Even if the enemy can withstand the fierce blow of the dragon, he may not be able to withstand the highly poisonous invasion.

It seems that he has to find a way to get the Wuxiang Xuandu magic skill, Li Peicheng said in his heart.

Wenji steals his eyes

Peicheng smiled and felt a little at ease. He secretly admired the master that he was not afraid at all when he heard such a vicious magic skill. Wen Ji didn't know that Li Peicheng was not only not afraid at all, but also had the idea of the mysterious poison magic skill in his heart, otherwise he would be so shocked that his eyes would fall to the ground.

After calming down a little, Wen Ji continued, "But the little one is at the end of the eight poisonous kings. The ancestors only passed on the first four layers of skills, and the little one has reached the peak of the fourth level. I don't know the later skills, so I can't continue to practice."

Then Wen Ji talked about the first four layers of skills one by one with Li Peicheng. From nourishing poison, soaking poison, taking poison, refining poison into the bloodline, etc., Wen Ji also mentioned that there should be poison refining into the muscles and bones, into the meridians, and into the yuan spirit. It is best to achieve the complete Only when the poison exists can it be called a great success. It's just that poison can harm others or himself. Although he has vaguely listened to his peers, he doesn't have the practice skills in his hand, and he dares not dare to speculate about the practice.

In order to please Li Peicheng, Wen Ji also talked about a lot of magic spells of the poisonous religion, including the corpse alchemy he was proud of, but now thirty-six bronze corpses have turned into nothingness. Where do he want him to find thirty-six good golden immortals? Moreover, looking at the appearance of the master in If so, it's not easy for him to learn something. I'm afraid that the corpse alchemy that has been immersed in ** for many years will be wasted. It's really empty, but there is nowhere to do it. I also remembered that now that I have followed the master in front of me, I can't learn the five-layer skills behind the Wuxiang Xuandu magic skill in this life. Thinking of this, Wenji couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

After listening to Wen Ji's explanation, more than half a day had passed. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised and despised the evil skills of the devil, which had always been scoffed by righteous people. There are thousands of roads, but in the end, they all go the same way, and thousands of people return to their families. The evil door of the devil's way is the sword. Although it is full of strange evil, it is not a way to the road. Even the color change and inconting poison heard by everyone in the world, it is not difficult for Li Peicheng to infer from Wenji's shallow explanation that if the phaseless mysterious poison magic skill is really practiced to the extreme, it may be unknown that he can really see the realm of Daluo Jinxian. Now the ancestors of the Blood Underworld are taking such an extremely extreme road.

Tengwu and Zhao Zhuo did not have such a detached view of Li Peicheng. After listening to it, they were just secretly afraid and happy. Only now did they know that they still underestimated Wenji's strength far away. If it hadn't been for the presence of his master, Wenji alone would have been enough to sweep the Fuxia Fairy Island with the help of thirty-six bronze corpses and vicious skills. This time, the ancestor of the Blood Underworld not only sent Wen Ji, gave Wuxiang Xuanyi Banner, but also 100,000 troops. It was really because the Xuandu Yin vein was of great importance, so it was so popular to ensure that there was no mistake.

"Let's talk about the situation of the poison religion."

Originally, as long as Wanjiao did not come to Fuxia Xiandao, Li Peicheng would not go to Wandujiao again, but now he has a little interest in the Wuxiang Xuandu magic skill, but he has to inquire about the old background of Wandujiao first.

Wenji hurriedly put away his gloomy mood when he heard the words, and said respectfully, "The poison religion occupies two hundred and eleven fairy islands, and the general altar is in Tianshen Fairy Island. There are two million religious people, and they have jurisdiction over hundreds of millions of people.

Speaking of Li Wenji, he remembered his 100,000 troops, but in a blink of an eye, he was packed up by Li Peicheng. He hurriedly said, "These people are just a mob for the master. Although the number of people is large, they are nothing at all. Only the ancestor of the bloody underworld and the other seven poisonous princes who sat down have to be more careful.

"The Blood Underworld may be a little powerful, but the Seven Poison Kings are still just a crowd for my master." Zhao Zhuo saw that Wen Ji compared the seven poisonous kings with the ancestors of the Blood Underworld, and thought that Wen Ji was putting a light on his face, so he couldn't help but be a little dissatisfied.

Wen Ji now has the grasshopper on the same rope as Li Peicheng and others, and he doesn't care about covering anything. He said with a wry smile, "The general doesn't know something. Although the little one is also one of the poisonous kings, it is because the little one has always been clever, and a little smart, and knows how The world barely made up the number. In terms of real ability, ten villains can't beat the worst of the seven poisonous kings.

Only then did Tengwu and Zhao Zhuo understand why Wen Ji, who was fierce and arrogant at the beginning, would completely become a soft-boned villain after losing the battle. It turned out that this was his real face, and he couldn't help but be ironic. At the same time, there is also a faint worry in his heart. If it is true as Wen Ji said, the strength of the poison religion is indeed extremely terrible. No wonder ** Xianjun has been allowing the poison religion to make trouble under his eyes, but he does not dare to destroy it. It seems that he does not want to, but dare not. This day, Master not only destroyed the 100,000 troops of the Ten Thousand Poisons, but also ruined the good deeds of the ancestors of the Blood Underworld. How can he give up?