Chapter 30 Taking advantage of someone’s misfortune
The Poison Boy struggled to support himself and stood up shakily. He looked at the seabed that remained intact and the calm sea around him, and was shocked.
"Such a powerful force, but it didn't leak out at all, and it all acted on me. Is this the realm that a Xuanxian should have?"
Thinking back to the attack of the dragon just now, he couldn't help but show fear in his eyes.
Just a little bit, just a little bit, his life fire would be extinguished. Even so, his immortal body was broken into pieces, and he exhausted all his energy to condense his immortal body again.
He was filled with boundless fear.
It was obviously just a Xuanxian, but he was beaten into pieces with a casual move.
"Run!"
After he reacted, he didn't care about the injuries on his body, and used the remaining mana to escape.
In fact, the dragon had left this place long ago.
As a dragon, he naturally knew what treasures the dragon clan had. His cultivation had only recovered a little bit, so he could still bully the patrolling Yaksha and the Hundred Poison Boy, but it was a little unrealistic to deal with the Dragon King of the East China Sea.
The Hundred Poison Boy was in a panic and didn't even know how far he had run. He kept running and running until he could no longer suppress the injuries in his body and stopped.
Bang, bang, bang!
As soon as he stopped, an explosion occurred on his body, and hundreds of blood holes of various sizes were blown out of his body and limbs.
"I can't run anymore! If I run any further, I will be shattered to death."
The Hundred Poison Boy stood in place and used his magic power to protect his body.
Although he condensed his immortal body, the power of the dragon entered his body.
As long as he didn't dissolve the dragon's magic power, he would be in danger of exploding and dying at any time.
After walking for a while, the Hundred Poison Boy found a hidden underwater cave. He was overjoyed and flashed into the cave.
The Poison Boy waved his hand and sent out a poison gas to seal the cave entrance, then he sat cross-legged and began to practice qigong to heal his wounds.
Just as the Poison Boy's healing process was getting better, a ray of light flew out of his body, circled in the air for a few times, and revealed Fang Yang's figure.
"I'm back again!"
Looking at the severely injured Poison Boy, Fang Yang's eyes flashed with a cold light.
He was indeed killed by the Poison Boy before, his body was broken, his soul dissipated, and his true spirit was close to collapse.
However, just when he was about to die, a strange force pulled his true spirit into the Baoguang Bronze Mirror.
When Fang Yang woke up again, he was inside the Baoguang Bronze Mirror.
He was surprised to find that except for the loss of a tail, he had no injuries on his body, and his cultivation and magic power had returned to their peak.
At this time, if he still didn't know the meaning of his tail, he would be an idiot: nine tails, nine lives.
He is not a tabby cat, nor a plum cat, he is a nine-life celestial cat!
Knowing this, he was very happy. Who wouldn't be happy to have eight more lives out of thin air?
However, the Hundred Poisons Boy was not injured at that time, so he didn't dare to come out.
No matter how many lives he has, he can't waste them! He didn't want to use his last life to seal a bridge.
After realizing the role of the tail, his first thought was to cultivate the lost tail back.
Until he saw the Hundred Poisons Boy attack the dragon, Fang Yang knew that the opportunity had come!
He had always regarded the dragon as his experience bag and recognized the dragon at a glance. He knew clearly how terrible the dragon was.
Half a month ago, the dragon was a mysterious immortal. He practiced for another half a month, and his cultivation must have recovered more.
As expected, the Hundred Poisons Boy was completely defeated by the dragon.
"Although I am a demon, I practice the way of survival and never kill people easily. However, if you kill me, I must kill you."
Looking at the Hundred Poison Boy who was trying hard to heal his wounds, Fang Yang showed a grim smile on his face.
He raised his right palm and it turned into a cat's claw with sharp claws. The magic power gathered in the palm of his hand and slapped the top of the head of the Hundred Poison Boy.
Boom!
Just when his right palm was about to hit the top of the head of the Hundred Poison Boy, the Hundred Poison Boy seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes: "You are not dead?"
Fang Yang was too lazy to talk nonsense. He spit out his palm and printed it on the top of the head of the Hundred Poison Boy. At the same time, the Nine Yin Hell Fire was shot out by him, igniting the body of the Hundred Poison Boy.
Crack!
Fang Yang used all his strength in this palm. He took advantage of the fact that the Hundred Poison Boy had no ability to resist and took advantage of the opportunity.
The head of the Hundred Poison Boy was like a big watermelon and was blown up by a blow.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Without the suppression of magic power, the power of the dragon in his body also exploded.
The skin of the Hundred Poison Boy exploded inch by inch, and his vitality disappeared in an instant. Finally, the body of the Hundred Poison Boy was burned to ashes and disappeared completely.
Fang Yang was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he fished out the Poison King Tower, the Hundred Poison Whip, the Baoguang Bronze Mirror, the Ghost-Exorcising Talisman, and some strange space magic weapons from the fire.
"Shameless villain, you actually plotted against me. I am not willing, I am not willing!"
In the Nine Yin Hell Fire, the soul of the Hundred Poison Boy roared wildly.
At this moment, he regretted it very much: Why did he catch the Xuanxian!
He was first seriously injured and dying by a Xuanxian, and then killed by another Xuanxian.
The Hundred Poison Boy thought of the unreincarnated Pan Wang Patriarch and the blood feud on his body, and suddenly went crazy. He rushed out of the fire and wanted to kill Fang Yang.
However, at this time, he only had one soul left, and it was a severely damaged soul. Before he flew to Fang Yang, he was grabbed by Fang Yang.
"Search the soul and refine the spirit!"
Fang Yang ignored the Hundred Poison Boy.
He took back the Nine Yin Hell Fire, exerted his magic power, and began to extract the memory of the Hundred Poison Boy.
Although he could not get the memory of the dragon, it was not a loss to get the memory of this boy.
"Junior, I am the boy of the old ancestor Pan Wang. If you dare to refine me, I will kill you when I come back!"
The Hundred Poison Boy roared loudly, and his voice really shook the whole cave.
"Hmph! You're threatening me with a dead man! They are all listeners of Zixiao Palace. Some have become saints, some have become founders, but your master is dead."
"And you! He is a boy, and you are also a boy. He became the Emperor of Heaven, but you are going to be killed by Xuanxian!"
"It really lives up to the old saying that a pus-filled master teaches a pus-filled apprentice!"
Fang Yang finally spoke, but when he spoke, the Hundred Poisons Boy was almost angry to death on the spot. However, the Hundred Poisons Boy was already dead.
The soul search and soul refining lasted for 49 hours. After 49 hours, the Hundred Poisons Boy's soul could no longer hold on.
With a flash of green light, the Hundred Poisons Boy's soul completely disappeared, and Fang Yang had a thick book in his hand.
This book contains all the memory information of the Hundred Poisons Boy.
If you directly peek into the memory of the Hundred Poisons Boy and see the image of the powerful, it is easy to be sensed by the powerful, thus attracting their attack.
In order to avoid this from happening, Fang Yang refined these memories into a book. He converted all of the memories of the Hundred Poison Boy into text, and replaced the words related to the Great Power with homophones, which made it much safer.
Fang Yang didn't believe that a homophone could be sensed by the Great Power.
