Chapter 3597 4.1197 I'm Still Useful
His special ability medicinal power has now broken through to the heaven level.
What is the level of a heavenly pharmacist?
Hundreds of poisons do not invade? No, it should be the stage of invincibility.
Take the neurotoxin of the devil's weed that Ding-cho-Tsuku once gave him.
If it were changed now, Ding Dingding gave him this kind of poison, huh, hehe, he could make himself suffer the consequences by just changing the power of the drug, it's that simple.
The world does not know that their Divine Prince is already a rare heaven-level pharmacist.
If you go to the three states several times, you will not be able to find a Huang-level pharmacist, let alone a heaven-level realm.
Think about Wang Dongping of Huiping Village, who had practiced with so many corpses, but now he is only a senior pharmacist, and he is far away from Huang level.
The medicinal power of a senior pharmacist can control the corpse poison in the human body to a certain extent.
The number of pharmacists was very small, otherwise, Prince Mo would not have a cherished heart for Wang Dongping, a small senior pharmacist.
So to say that this single-yisu, showing off her poisonous snake, wants to use this poison to deal with the prince, it is simply beyond his own power.
Shan Yi Su clutched the fingers on her chest, twitching and trembling involuntarily.
The gaps between her fingers were full of blood, dripping down one after another, making her complexion extremely pale in an instant.
"Hall, Your Highness." Shanyi Su's swaying body stepped back step by step, begging for mercy in his mouth, "Yes, it was Su Su who was blinded by pigs and lard, and Su Su knew it was wrong. I beg you. You, let me go, let me go."
Mo Lianfeng stared at the woman in front of her with cold eyes.
This is the first time a man has looked at himself with such focused eyes.
However, Shanyi Su did not feel happy at all, and even the suppressed fear in the depths of her heart became more and more huge.
She was so scared that her legs were trembling, she turned around, clutched her chest, and rushed down the cliff.
It was too late and then too fast, a long whip made of slender black fire sprang out from behind, and it landed on half of her body with a "slap", slashing her skin to pieces, and a long bloodstain appeared on her back. .
Shan Yisu turned her head in horror, looked at Mo Lian who was walking slowly towards her, and exclaimed, "You, you can't kill me! You can't kill me! I, I'm a god-level alchemist."
Her short-circuited head seemed to be suddenly and indirectly wound, and she quickly turned over to take out a lot of medicinal pills from the inner world, and swallowed them desperately.
She said to Mo Lian inarticulately, "I, I can save, save your mother. You, you killed me, I, I am not a pity to die, but you don't even care about your mother's life? "
Mo Lian glanced at her indifferently, "Oh?"
"Can you save the Empress?"
"Yes, yes! Only, as long as you find the Phoenix tree, as well as the ghostly grass and snowy flowers, and the Bibi blood and vermilion fruit, you'll be fine. You can gather the materials for refining the soul-returning pill for your mother. I can do it. …”
"It's 10%." Mo Lian interrupted her with a faint expression, and said coldly, "With your current alchemy realm, the success rate of refining the soul-returning pill is only 10%."
A 10% success rate in making pills is equivalent to giving her a bunch of good medicinal herbs to waste. It is really difficult to succeed in refining.
"No, no, no." Shan Yisu's pupils shrank slightly, "I am, I am useful, I am still useful, Your Highness."