Chapter 266 Poison

The words of the spirit almost fainted the wind and small weather. I barely reached the state of the combination period with the help of the magic elixir, but it was still too bad in the eyes of the Sakyamuni Tower. The appetite of the Sakyamuni Pagoda was too big!

Just when Feng Xiaotian was full of complaints, the Sakyamha Tower slowly floated from his hand, floated straight into the air, floated towards the top of the head of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, and slowly rotated. In the rotation, the whole tower gradually became bigger. In a short time, it was already ten feet high and low, and the white light radiated from the tower. It is dazzling, almost like a small sun.

And the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king finally realized that something was wrong and roared, "Kid, how dare you lie to me!"

After saying that, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king did not dare to neglect, threw the light sword on the ground, turned around and was about to escape!

It's just that the action of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king is still too slow. The Sakyamuni Tower has floated to the top of its head, and the tower emits a huge suction, which slowly sucked the zombie king more than three feet high away from the ground.

"Oh! No!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king howled, and it began to struggle desperately. It had just escaped from the suppression of the Sakyamuni Tower. He didn't want to be pressed down for another 10,000 years.

However, no matter how the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king struggled, he could no longer resist the huge suction from the Sakyam pagoda. The suspended body of the ten-thousand-thousand-year-old zombie king slowly became smaller. It was only two feet high and low, and it was getting closer and closer to the entrance of the tower. It is about to be sucked into the Sakyamuni Pagoda.

"Roar... Boy, even if I die, I will pull you up and put it on my back. Haha, I will die with you!" The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king roared and stared at Feng Xiaotian lying on the ground, with a resolute face and roared angrily.

Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt bad when he heard the words. He wanted to get up and escape, but his whole body was empty. Before he stood up, he saw the huge body of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king explode with a "bang". It turned out that the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king had no hope to escape, so he chose to blow himself up.

The huge air wave formed by self-explosion not only bombarded a huge pit on the ground, but also the height of the Shakya Tower was also raised by the air wave. It turned over several heels in mid-air, and finally recovered to half a foot high and low, and fell straight from the air to Feng Xiaotian's body and sank into its body.

Fortunately, Feng Xiaotian is far from the center of the explosion, otherwise, this time alone will be enough for him to stand it.

In the center of the air wave, in the flesh and blood flying, two black spots flew out, one black spot broke through the air and disappeared in the sky in an instant, while the other black spot ran straight to the wind and small sky.

Feng Xiaotian was shocked when he saw the situation and knew that it was not good. He was about to turn over and avoid it. Unfortunately, the black spot came too fast. Before Feng Xiaotian could make any action, he flew into Feng Xiaotian's body with a fishy smell.

"Oh no!" Feng Xiaotian shouted secretly, and he only felt a coldness all over his body, and a thin layer of ice formed on his skin in an instant.

Feng Xiaotian hurriedly looked inside, but saw that there was a black fog condensed in Dantian, emitting a cold atmosphere. Feng Xiaotian knew that this was the thing that shot into his body when the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king was about to die, but he suffered from the lack of real gas, and he could not be forced out for a while.

"Intual Spirit, Instrument Spirit!" Feng Xiaotian called the Sakyamuni Pagoda floating in Dantian with his divine consciousness.

"Master!" A powerless child's voice sounded in the bottom of Feng Xiaotian's heart.

"Uh? Spirit, what's wrong with you?" Feng Xiaotian was shocked and hurriedly asked.

"Master, the power of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king's self-detonation was too great. The master gave too little real power. I was also injured by the shock!" The spirit said with sadness.

"Fortune, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king finally died!" Feng Xiaotian said with a lingering heart.

"Dead? That's impossible. The ten-thousand-year-old zombie king is not simple. I guess his yuan god should have run out early!" The spirit retorted.

"What should I do?" The wind Xiaotian sounded the black dot that cut through the sky and disappeared. The bottom of his heart sank and he hurriedly asked.

"Ha ha, the master, don't worry, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king is just a yuan god who escapes. If you can't find the host, if you want to restore your previous strength, I'm afraid it will be ten thousand years. At that time, the master's strength will definitely increase greatly, but he is not afraid of him." The spirit said carelessly.

"What if we find the right host?" Feng Xiaotian still asked worriedly.

"Cut, how can it be so easy to find the right host? However, if you really want to find it, a hundred years later, I'm afraid that there will be no one invincible in the world of cultivation!" The head of the instrument is the local analysis.

"Ah? What's wrong with this?" Feng Xiaotian remembered the strength of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king, and he still had a lingering palpitation.

"The master doesn't need to worry. It's not easy to meet the right host. If you are a little careless, you will be devoured by the host, so don't worry, but the poison in your body is a big trouble!" The spirit comforted.

"The corpse poison? Do you think the black fog in Dantian is corpse poison? Feng Xiaotian was shocked and said faintly.

"Yes, this corpse poison is not as good as the ordinary corpse poison. It is formed by the accumulated blood all over the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king before he exploded. It is the coldest to the yin. I'm afraid it's a headache to stop in your Dantian!" The spirit of speech is also full of worries.

"Is it true that you can't get angry?" Feng Xiaotian asked doubtfully. He wanted to have a try, but his true spirit was gone, and the effect of the elixir had passed, and his whole body was soft, just like a mortal.

"I'm afraid I can't. The master is still looking for another way. In addition, I was seriously damaged just now. I'm afraid I have to have a good rest. If the master is nothing to do, don't disturb me. When I wake up, I will naturally contact the master, master..." The voice of the spirit is getting smaller and smaller. Before he finished speaking, it disappeared.

"Spirit! The spirit!" Feng Xiaotian shouted anxiously, but there was no response.

Feng Xiaotian knew that the artifact had been meditated, so he no longer shouted in vain, but sat down and quietly thought about what had just happened.

First of all, the light sword has been taken back, and there is no need to think more about the meaning of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie king hearing device spirit. The mess caused by himself is naturally handled by Liu Tianyi. Now the biggest problem should be the poison of the corpse in his body. At this moment, he has no real power, and the ice on his skin has frozen his teeth. Trembling.

"Bear by the way, don't you have a detoxifying elixir?" Feng Xiaotian suddenly remembered the elixir Qingyun elixir in his ring, and quickly took one and poured it into his mouth.

A warm current suddenly entered the abdomen, and then flowed to all parts of the body. The ice on the skin also melted. Feng Xiaotian was suddenly overjoyed and thought to himself that this antidote was really extraordinary. It seems that this corpse poison can also be solved!