Chapter 1452 Zhang Wuchen's Poison

The huge spiritual thoughts suppressed them, and the two of them felt that they were carrying a huge mountain weighing 10,000 kilograms. Every inch of the bones in their bodies made a crackling sound, and their faces were pale and pale.

"you?"

"How can you be so strong?"

The two of them raised their heads with difficulty, their faces no longer showing the slightest hint of power before but turned into huge fear.

Their cultivation had reached the level of Daoji Realm, and Ye Chunyang suppressed them with just a few seconds. Such strength was simply terrifying.

I originally thought that Ye Chunyang was only at the Daoji level and could kill with just a raise of his hand, but I didn't expect that the other party would make them kneel down without taking action.

"Go back and tell Zhang Wuchen not to mess with me, otherwise he will regret it."

Ye Chunyang looked at the two of them indifferently, as if looking down at two ants.

"Crack."

Under his powerful majesty, the two men's bodies collapsed, completely lying on the ground, and they did not dare to say anything begging for mercy.

"get out!"

Ye Chunyang didn't bother to make a move against these two people, and swept them out with a wave of his sleeves.

As if they were being pardoned, the two of them glanced at Ye Chunyang in fear and hurriedly rolled and crawled away.

Ye Chunyang was too lazy to pay attention to them and glanced somewhere.

A spiritual light flashed there, seeming to escape from this place.

This ray of light was so obscure that you wouldn't even notice it if you didn't look carefully, but it couldn't escape Ye Chunyang's eyes.

"You're just thinking about escaping now, don't you think it's too late?"

Ye Chunyang sneered and raised his hand to grab it from the air.

There was a loud "rumbling" sound, and where the palm fell, a strong wind suddenly rose, and a figure was directly caught in the hand, strangled by the throat and lifted up.

"Junior Brother Chunyang... No, Senior Brother Chunyang, please spare my life. I have no hostility towards you. They forced me to lure you here. Please spare my life for the sake of being a disciple of the Medicine Garden."

The figure was crying, looking at Ye Chunyang with fear in his eyes.

This person was the Yaoyuan disciple who led the way before, and his cultivation level was no more than a small level in the Daoji realm. Just now he saw Ye Chunyang using branches to kill all the besieging disciples with one move. That scene simply shocked him. Unforgettable forever.

Who would have thought that this ordinary boy who was usually quiet and unremarkable could be so fierce.

Moreover, this Medicine Garden disciple had just hidden himself with an invisibility charm, or was Ye Chunyang seeing through it at a glance, making him not so scared?

"You are not qualified enough to let me take action." Ye Chunyang flicked his hand and threw this person aside as if throwing garbage, and said: "Take me to Xiuxian City where Lingsu Flowers are being auctioned. If you dare to play tricks again, I will send him away." You return to the west.”

The Yaoyuan disciple felt relieved. He took a big breath and knocked his forehead on the ground repeatedly, saying, "Yes, thank you for not killing me, senior brother. I will never dare to offend my senior brother again!"

"Let's go!"

Ye Chunyang waved his hand expressionlessly.

The Yaoyuan disciples didn't dare to neglect even a little bit, so they quickly got up and respectfully led the way.

…

At the same time, in a cave full of spiritual energy in the inner gate of Kunlun Ruins, two figures stood bowed in the main hall, with a look of deep fear in their eyes.

"You said...he killed all seven disciples with an ordinary branch?"

Sitting at the head of the hall was a handsome-looking man. He wore a jade-gold crown and cloud-white Taoist robes, and his whole body exuded a noble temperament.

It was Zhang Wuchen.

"We saw this with our own eyes. That Ye Chunyang was so terrifying. He didn't use any magic weapons or spells at all. He killed all seven disciples in the blink of an eye."

"That's right, and this person doesn't know what level of cultivation he is. He is not even our opponent."

The two said tremblingly.

These two people were the tall man and the skinny disciple who led the attack on Ye Chunyang.

The previous scene lingered in their minds, and even thinking about it still sent chills down their spines.

"Oh?" Zhang Wuchen raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a meaningful look, and said: "Since he killed everyone, he only let you come back alive?"

The two of them looked stiff.

The skinny disciple hesitated for a moment and said, "He let us go because he asked us to come back and send a message to you, senior brother."

Zhang Wuchen took a sip of tea and said nothing. After a long time, he asked calmly: "What are you talking about?"

The two looked hesitant, but finally the thin man gritted his teeth and said: "He asked us to tell Senior Brother Zhang not to offend him, otherwise Senior Brother will regret it."

They had no shame in mentioning that they were so shocked by Ye Chunyang's pressure that they knelt down and kowtowed, so they directly omitted it and brought the original words to Zhang Wuchen.

The tea cup in Zhang Wuchen's hand shook slightly, and a hint of gloom appeared on his always calm face.

However, this strange color only lasted for a short moment and quickly disappeared.

He didn't look at the two people below, still drinking the spiritual tea calmly.

"I didn't expect that Ye Chunyang still has some strength. It seems that I did underestimate him."

After a long time, Zhang Wuchen smiled slightly and waved to the two of them.

"Two junior brothers, thank you for your hard work. Please sit down!"

Both of them had surprise and doubt on their faces, but they still nodded and sat down with their hands folded.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this Ye Chunyang is definitely not an ordinary person. Now that we have lost our hand, I think we should let this matter go and stop provoking him!" The tall man sighed and said.

"Yes, this person's strength is terrifying. Senior brother is now competing with Senior Sister Gu for the position of leader. If the competition is shaken for this trivial matter, it will be more than worth the loss." The thin man also nodded.

Zhang Wuchen did not answer, but poured tea for the two of them with a smile on his face, and then said: "The two junior brothers are right, and a mere Ye Chunyang is not worth my effort to deal with."

"Come, junior fellow apprentices, have tea. I would like to express my gratitude to you for your hard work."

The two looked at each other silently, then looked at the spiritual tea in front of them. In the end, they didn't say anything. They thanked each other and drank it all.

"Senior Brother Zhang, in my opinion, there should be nothing wrong with Ye Chunyang and Senior Sister Gu..."

After the tall man finished drinking the tea, he looked at Zhang Wuchen and began to persuade.

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, then his face changed drastically, he raised his hand to hold his throat, and a look of panic gradually emerged in his eyes.

"Eh? Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" The thin man's heart skipped a beat when he saw such a change in the tall man.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and then both he and the tall man spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"You...actually poisoned the tea?"

The two of them looked down at the tea they had just drank, their pupils contracted violently, and they suddenly understood something.

"Zhang Wuchen! You, why are you doing this to us?" The tall man's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You two junior brothers, don't blame me. The only blame is that you can't even do anything to a small person, so what's the use of keeping you?"

At this time, Zhang Wuchen had no smile at all on his face, only a shuddering indifference.

"Zhang Wuchen, you are so cruel..."

Their eyes revealed deep hatred, but their voices gradually became quieter. Then their bodies stiffened and they fell completely onto the chair, losing all vitality in the blink of an eye.

The strange thing is that just after the two died, a purple flame suddenly appeared in the belly. It was just a small flame at first, but soon filled the whole body and swallowed their bodies.

Within a few breaths, the bodies of the two people were wrapped in purple flames and turned into a cloud of smoke that rose into the sky, leaving no trace behind and disappeared from the world.

Zhang Wuchen didn't even look at it, he still sat at the table and drank tea calmly.

"Master Zhang, are you satisfied with this purple smoke poison?"

At some point, a figure flashed out from a corner behind him and said in a hoarse voice.

This figure is a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, with a silver iron mask on half of his face, exuding a cold aura.

"not bad."

Zhang Wuchen slowly raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man in purple robe with an iron mask, smiled slightly, and said: "The Luo family is indeed a family that uses poison. This purple smoke is invisible and colorless, and it cannot be detected by spiritual consciousness. , it won’t leave any traces, but I don’t know how to use it on those two people named Ye?”

"Ten deaths lead to no life." The purple-robed middle-aged man said proudly.

Zhang Wuchen nodded after hearing this.

He leaned back on the chair, with a calm smile on his face, and said: "No matter how high his cultivation level is, so what? With this poison, he will eventually turn into fly ash, but how to inject this poison, we still need to find a way Let it be calculated.”

"That is your own business. I am only responsible for helping you develop Ziluo Yan. As for how to make those two people named Ye disappear, it has nothing to do with me." The middle-aged man in purple robe said.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Luo has already helped Zhang so much, so naturally I won't bother Fellow Daoist anymore with this little thing." Zhang Wuchen said with a chuckle.

The middle-aged man in purple robe nodded.

After a pause, he changed his voice and said: "In addition, Mr. Zhang, don't forget what you promised me."

"Don't worry, since Zhang promised fellow Taoist, he will never break his promise." Zhang Wuchen lay lazily on the chair and said with slightly narrowed eyes: "When I inherit the position of leader, I will definitely give you what you want. "

When the middle-aged man in purple robe heard this, his eyes flickered slightly and he stopped talking.

But then he seemed to remember something again. He looked directly at Zhang Wuchen and said, "Speaking of which, is Mr. Zhang really confident that he can pass the life and death sect? After all, this is the key to becoming the heir to the head of the sect. If Mr. Zhang loses to Gu Qian , the cooperation between you and me has become empty talk.”

Zhang Wuchen's brows gathered slightly when he heard this, and he said coldly: "Do you, Fellow Daoist Luo, not trust me, or do you not trust yourself?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Zhang?" The purple-robed middle-aged man looked stern.

Zhang Wuchen smiled and said nothing, and after a while he said: "Do you think I really only focused on dealing with those two boys named Ye during this period? I have already prepared for the life and death sect experience in three years, and I have With the help of your treasure, the position of leader will definitely belong to me."

After saying that, he continued to lean back on the chair leisurely, confidently and calmly.

The purple-robed man frowned and wanted to say something else, but when he thought of the treasure he had brought this time, his brows suddenly relaxed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. That treasure is the hard work of generations of our Luo family. We will definitely help you when it comes. Mr. Zhang, the supreme position of the head of the family, is within your reach." The middle-aged man in purple robe said with a low smile.

Zhang Wuchen nodded and looked up at the sky, raising the corners of his mouth and murmuring softly.

"Ye Xiaobao, Ye Chunyang...since you two are so against me, don't blame me for being cruel."