The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

Chapter 3493 Unpredictable Means

"It's poisonous smoke, everyone hold your breath!"

Seeing the black smoke coming out, a low-level pulse refiner of the immortal rank suddenly shouted, and then took the lead to back away, and his figure retreated nearly a hundred feet in an instant.

The faces of the other cultivators in the camps changed drastically when they were reminded by this person. That person was a seventh-rank immortal, and the poison released from his hands might have reached the advanced level of the immortal rank.

In the arena, only the strongest in the various camps have reached the seventh-rank immortal master. Most of the remaining cultivators are fifth- and sixth-rank immortal masters.

With the ruthlessness of the Spirit Blood camp, even kneeling on the ground and begging them for an antidote may not be useful. The compassion of these guys has already been thrown into the stinky ditch.

"I'm afraid Song He will be killed now, what a pity!"

Fan Yuan in the Mulan Camp is also a kind person, and he has been friends with Song Heshen for a long time. With his disposition, he naturally didn't want to see Huan Jin win, so he couldn't help but sigh.

It's just that Huan Jin is already desperate at this moment, if it is really poisonous from a high-ranking immortal, Song He can't resist it no matter what.

As long as he inhales a little, even Huan Jin, who is only half of his strength, is not something Song He can compete with.

Not to mention the thoughts of these outsiders, when Song He saw Huan Jin's desperate actions and smelled the stench in his nose, he couldn't help being surprised.

Song He didn't expect that Huan Jin hated himself to such an extent. He had reason to believe that the poisonous smoke that the other party would release half his life must have an extremely fatal effect on him.

It's just that everyone, including Song He, didn't see that when the black poisonous smoke came out, a faint light shot out from the hand of a rough-clothed young man behind him. , into Song He's back heart.

Perhaps only Mu Yin, who was very close to Yun Xiao, could faintly feel the breath flickering, but he didn't know what the rough-clothed young man next to him did at that moment?

"not good!"

Song He couldn't dodge in time, and the next moment he inhaled a wisp of poisonous smoke in his nose, and smelling the strong stench, he couldn't help but tremble, thinking to himself that he might really have to take action from the two behind him to get out of the predicament .

He wasn't worried about his own safety. With the strength of those two, it was not easy to protect himself from death. He was just a little regretful. He had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't expect to follow Huan Jin's way.

"Huh?"

However, at the next moment, after inhaling the poisonous smoke, Song He found that there seemed to be nothing unusual about him, not even the slightest dizziness after inhaling ordinary poisonous smoke.

"what happened?"

Song He would not think that Huan Jin's desperate actions would release some meaningless poisonous smoke, but at the moment he is clear-headed and his whole body is the same as before, that is the fact that he can clearly feel it, which makes him even more puzzled solved.

"Haha, Song He, didn't expect that?"

On the other hand, Huan Jin, who watched Song He inhale the poisonous smoke, seemed extremely complacent at the moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud, his voice filled with a strong sense of confidence.

"Song He, this is a high-level immortal poison, not to mention your half-baked seventh-rank immortal, even an eighth-rank immortal, you can't eat it and walk around!"

Huan Jin, who was extremely proud, thought that the winning ticket was in his hands. Hearing what he said, Fan Yuan and the others gasped, and many even subconsciously withdrew a few feet away.

The high-level poison of the immortal rank is already the most powerful poison at the immortal rank. As Huan Jin said, it has a certain impact on the eighth-rank and even the ninth-rank immortal.

Song He is only a seventh-rank immortal, and anyone can sense his weakness. Under such circumstances, if he is poisoned by a high-level immortal, how can he still have the power to recover?

Everyone believed that Song He's end was doomed, and the only thing he could count on now was someone from the central hall of the Xilong Camp to come out and save his life.

As long as that person speaks, even Zhang You may have to listen.

But from the beginning to the end, the gate of that great hall has never been opened, and they don't even know whether the so-called big man is inside the hall, observing every move outside.

But in this way, it hit Zhang You and Huan Jin's arms. One of them wanted revenge, and the other wanted to gain power. If Song He was really allowed to leave alive, it would be a fly in the ointment.

"Immortal rank high-level poisonous?"

Just when everyone was feeling sad for Song He, the seventh-rank immortal in the oasis camp had a strange look on his face, and the next sentence even contained a hint of rhetorical sarcasm.

"How is it? Song He, do you feel weak all over and your head is cloudy? Don't worry, these are just appetizers, and the main meal will come next!"

Huan Jin obviously didn't think of anything else. He was extremely confident in the high-level poison of the immortal rank he got from Zhang You. How could Song He, a seventh-rank immortal who had not recovered from serious injuries, be able to bear it?

To be honest, Huan Jin really wanted to see the scene where Song He was writhing on the floor in pain, kneeling in front of him to ask for the antidote. He had been waiting for this day for too long.

Of course, even if Song He smashed his head, Huan Jin would not give an antidote.

This has become his inner demon, if Song He is not completely exterminated, I am afraid that his wish to break through to the eighth-rank immortal will become an extravagant hope.

"I said Huan Jin, you must have taken the wrong poison, right?"

Who knew that Huan Jin's threatening words, which made everyone onlookers stand on end, only got a chuckle from Song He, and the sarcasm in his tone still didn't hide the slightest bit.

"Um?"

This time, not only Huan Jin, but even Zhang You, who gave the high-level poison of the immortal rank, was a little surprised, because they didn't see the slightest sign of poisoning from Song He's body.

Both Huan Jin and Zhang You knew that, as Huan Jin said before, the first symptom of being infected with that kind of high-level immortal poison was weakness in the whole body and dizziness in the head, and then it would be extremely painful.

But at this moment, everyone didn't see any signs of poisoning from Song He's body. He was still in a slightly weak state but possessed extremely strong fighting power, and his eyes were extremely bright.

"Song He, I know you are an intermediate-level pulse refiner, but how long can you maintain your composure?"

But in the next moment, Huan Jin remembered Song He's other identity. As soon as he said this, Zhang You nodded slightly, and Fan Yuan and others who were watching were also thoughtful.

The fact that Song He is an intermediate pulse refiner of the immortal rank is not a secret in the surrounding area, at least Fan Yuan and the strongest in each camp know it well, and the reason Huan Jin said at this moment is not unreasonable.

Generally speaking, as a pulse refiner, especially a poison vein master, the resistance to the world's most poisonous is much stronger than that of ordinary practitioners of the same level.

Although Song He is not a poison magistrate but a medical magistrate, but the medical magistrate also has some means to temporarily counteract the severe poison. At this moment, it is reasonable to pretend to be calm and not want to show a distressed state.

But that is the poison of the high-level immortal class. How long can it last with Song He's mid-level meridian refining technique and the pulse energy of the seventh-rank immortal venerable?

Perhaps only Song He knew that he didn't use his medical skills to fight against it at all, and his body was not at all eroded by the so-called high-level immortal poison.

"Master Xingchen's method is really unpredictable!"

At this moment, Song He finally came to his senses. If he put aside his art of refining pulse and pulse qi, there is only one possibility, that is, someone helped him.

In the oasis camp that night, Song He saw Yun Xiao's superb art of refining pulse with his own eyes, and even saw him nonchalantly taking out a high-level fairy-level elixir and feeding it to Guo Chao, who had nothing to do with it.

From that time on, Song He no longer doubted that this extremely powerful young man was at least a high-level pulse refiner who had reached the immortal level, and he might even be a doctor and a poisoner.

Song He had no doubt at all that the high-level immortal poison that Huan Jin took out was a bluff. Under such circumstances, the other party had no reason to lie to himself, it must be the real high-level immortal poison.

After going through all the possibilities, Song He could only think of one reason. Since it was the one who made the move, he would have no worries.

At this moment, in Song He's eyes, Huan Jin was like a clown jumping up and down there, but he didn't know that the so-called high-level poison of the immortal rank not only had no effect at all, but even produced a magical change .

"This is?"

The next moment, Song He suddenly felt his right hand warm up. When he lowered his head, he saw a small black spot on the palm of his right hand.

With the passage of time, this little black spot gradually condensed, and finally condensed into a small drop of water, which looked black and shiny, which shocked him.

"This is the poison condensed by the black poisonous smoke?!"

Song He is also a middle-level meridian at the immortal level. Although he didn't have much research on poison, at this moment, his powerful soul power still sensed the special breath in the black water drop.

The breath inside was exactly the same as the poisonous gas that Song He inhaled just now, only more concentrated and stronger, but he knew that it was not done by himself.

"Using his own way, he will treat his own body!"

While Song He lamented the master's amazing skill in using the Poison Vein Technique, he already understood the cryptic advice given to him by the man behind him.

And his gaze finally raised his head, and fixed on Huan Jin with a smug smile on his face.

All these thoughts sounded like a long time, but in fact, it only took one breath to pass. At this moment, Huan Jin was still waiting for Song He's poisonous attack, so that he could watch the other party kneel down and beg for mercy.

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