Chapter 901: Deadly Venomous Snake Fang (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to Everyone)

Yaskin's face showed an expression of extreme panic and fear.

If hearing Choizuka Hiroe's voice and seeing the opponent resurrected, it would only make him a little scared because he was not sure of defeating his opponent.

Now he has understood that the person in front of him is no longer the Diezuka Hongjiang he is familiar with, or even the Diezuka Hongjiang who almost defeated His Majesty who regained his power in his memory.

There is a great possibility that this person has already reached the same level as His Majesty the Queen of Devouring Spirits now. Even if there is a difference, the gap will not be too big, at least not as big as the gap between him and this person. .

The two spirit arrows that hit his eyes directly, coupled with the rapid recovery of his wrist, even strictly speaking, Yaskin only saw the wrist broken and did not see the wrist restored, which made him feel that his previous escape was just an illusion. .

And this illusion and that sense of luck were shattered by Hong Jiang in an instant. In addition, his ability seemed to be completely useless to Hong Jiang. He knew that his life was already in Hong Jiang's hands.

"It turns out that you would also show such an expression when facing death. I thought that you, who played with the enemy by adjusting the lethality, had already been very open-minded about death."

Hong Jiang calmed down a little, as if he wanted to hear what Yaskin had to say.

"You, you think too highly of me. I am very timid. Although I say that not dying easily is a weak advantage, I also admit that this is my advantage, so I am very afraid of death. ”

"Is that so?" Hong Jiang asked back, and then said: "He should take pleasure in torturing his opponents. That is a very clever approach."

Maybe no one who has ever died based on your style will regret it for a moment.

Yaskin could still hold back the curiosity in his heart. Even though all the organs in his body were slowly failing and it was not extremely easy to speak, I still wanted to know what happened.

"Then, in that world, is there really such poison?"

Although he said that, if he asked himself, he definitely had no chance to kill Hong Jiang in an instant. Yaskin thought that he would definitely stick to a certain style.

When I came back to my senses, I raised my head and saw Hong Jiang's indifferent eyes, and smiled heavily, "He said he wanted you to die based on your own style, right?"

Hong Jiang was not afraid that Yaskin could crack it, and explained directly: "His poison, or the poison he recognized, is that a certain substance causes damage to the spiritual body before reaching a lethal dose and then causes the death of the poisoned person, and you The poison directly affects the essence and concept of life, and it does not cause the death of life first. The death of the spirit body, or prosperity, is more appropriate, it just happens naturally. "

"But how is that possible!" Yaskin exclaimed, "You obviously don't have adaptive antibodies. Not to mention poisons, you can quickly develop immunity to even spiritual pressure!"

I saw a big white snake emerge from Hongjiang's sleeve, wrap around my palm and wrap it under my index finger, spit out the message at Yaskin, and rush toward me!

Yaskin said, suddenly coughing violently, I covered my mouth with my hands, and the first mouthful of blood gushes out of my throat, dyeing my palms bright red.

The big snake disappeared after reaching Yaskin's face, but a huge snake mouth appeared in the air. This pair of long sharp teeth directly penetrated my body from the neck!

What Hongjiang showed may not be the limit of my style. It’s really cool. Of course, it would be even cooler if I could do it myself.

"He thought that without the so-called adaptive antibodies, he would be poisoned. Of course, that idea works for a small number of people, but it can work for you."

Lu Fengyan chuckled, "He is just looking at someone, right? You are Yaskin, the lethal Yaskin Nacroval, he actually wants you to die based on his own style? How arrogant. , Diezuka Hongjiang.”

"That is not a deadly poison. Poison does not mean that a certain substance exceeds the lower limit that the body can bear. Similarly, life that should rush towards death must be actively embraced by excessive death. For life, death has become a poison. ”

The person behind me is too safe. Your Majesty has not proven that it is accurate to leave even one breath for me, let alone me, Yaskin.

I regret why life can be so tenacious.

Lu Fengyan thought for a long time and got the answer. Every possibility is beyond my imagination, but at the same time, it is impossible to say that they are not fake.

"So does he think that's what could happen?"

"How is that possible?" I looked at the blood on my hands stupidly, "Are you poisoned?"

Those words were not difficult to understand, but they were not beyond imagination. According to Yaskin's interpretation, to put it simply, the poison Hongjiang injected into me was not a physical poison, but a conceptual poison.

"He, what on earth did he do?"

I'm really happy. For the first time, I thought that dying with difficulty was not actually an advantage. Yaskin sighed secretly in his heart. At the same time, he was also thinking about a problem. Although it is a cool ability, he must die based on that ability. It's a bad image. It's really torture.

"Green Po Dao, deadly poisonous snake fangs!"

After all, I was facing Hiroji Diezuka, who was also one of the special forces appointed by His Majesty. Even in terms of the subsequent battle between the opponent and Your Majesty, the other special forces were not comparable to it. At least that's what Lu Fengyan thinks.

Soon, Yaskin could no longer maintain his smile. My body was not healthy enough to make me tremble even when I felt severe pain all over my body. It was not just a degenerative torture on my body, but also a degenerative torture on my will and soul.

Yaskin could not help but exclaim, and at that time Hongjiang loosened his fingers and threw me to the ground.

"His hearing and memory seem to be fine."

"By the way, he is not omniscient like His Majesty, so you tell him that it's bad. Your perfect body is called God's Poison Vision, and the lack of adaptive antibodies is one of its abilities, so..."

"He seems to be proud of his ability. He is just proud of teasing his opponents as his style. He really lacks respect for his enemies and awe of life. Of course, you also expect him to have no awe of life."

"This is just your style. You are a woman who has mastered your own abilities. I'm sure that ability will work on him, and you will choose to be loyal to your own style."

"Deadly poisonous snake fangs are naturally the way to poison the opponent." Hongjiang seemed to be indifferent to all that.

Hongjiang said, and hurriedly raised his right hand, "Since he cares so much about his style, let him die in his own style and experience what it feels like to be tortured by him."

Lu Fengyan tried his best to make a smile. In fact, every inch of my skin is in great pain, but even so, I still want to express my feelings through that smile.

I touched my neck quickly. There was no blood or wound except for the hot sweat. But the feeling of being pierced by the sharp teeth was so real that I was a little dazed for a moment.

Could it be that there are too few types of poisons, which exceeds the lower limit of your analysis at the moment?

Or is it that I don’t have the ability to deceive you?

But such words don’t seem to be a burden to me. I spit out blood again, and my lungs seem to be burning up. I don’t feel like I’m being burned.