Xianhong Road

Chapter 115 The magic power has changed! !
The fat-faced Taoist knew very well that the residual poison in the tomb was still deadly, and now time was running out, and he could not wait for the residual poison to disappear slowly before entering.

Because the woman in the palace costume in the mid-concentration period fell, as the second-generation elder of the family, she must have left a soul jade slip in "Yuwu Villa". .

"Pharmacist, stand up for me!

A cold look flashed in the fat-faced Taoist priest's eyes, and a spiritual pressure suddenly surged from his body, oppressing everyone's hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

At the same time, his eyes lingered a little longer on the faces of Yang Fan, Zheng Yaoshi, and Lin Yaoshi, obviously already speculating.

Yaoshi Zheng smiled wryly, and was the first to stand up, and said to the fat-faced Taoist priest, "My granddaughter has just stepped into the medical profession, so it's not enough for her."

The fat-faced Taoist glanced at Zheng Xiaoman, and nodded to Zheng Yaoshi, but the spiritual pressure on his body still did not disappear.

Yang Fan could feel the cold light flickering in the other party's sharp eyes, sighed lightly, and stood up, with a wry smile in his heart, the monks in the foundation-building period were indeed unusual, standing at the commanding heights of the first three realms of immortality.

Yaoshi Lin was the third one to stand up, his face was expressionless, but his eyes met Yang Fan and Yaoshi Zheng's.

"The three of you think of a way to see if you can restrain the residual poison in this tomb. There is not much time left for you..."

The fat-faced Taoist said lightly, with a hint of threat in his tone.

Pharmacist Lin glanced at the gloomy tomb, and said calmly: "Returning to the seniors, we can feel the poisonous mist just now at the entrance of the tomb. The monks in the concentration stage will die if they touch it, and even the monks in the foundation stage can hardly compete. Let me ask you, how can a few of us little pharmacists in the Qi refining stage be able to handle this level of poison art."

Hearing this, Yang Fan and Zheng Yaoshi nodded again and again. There is also a level limit for a pharmacist to treat injuries or detoxify.It is impossible for a low-level pharmacist to heal the damage caused by a high-level monk.The current residual poison is the same, it is obviously a high-level poison, and a pharmacist in the Qi refining stage is indeed not competent.

"Hmph! Don't you all want to live?"

The fat-faced Taoist bent his fingers a little, and a finger-shaped gray gust hit Lin Yaoshi who had spoken just now.

Ah!
Pharmacist Lin screamed, his entire arm began to rot, and a thick blood flowed out, he fell to the ground and rolled, in excruciating pain.

Click!

Pharmacist Lin broke his entire arm with a sudden surge of strength, which barely prevented the further erosion of the corrupting power and saved his life.

The rest of the monks were terrified.

"Senior, what are you..." Chu Qiuran asked involuntarily with a surge of anger in his heart.

"Listen to me, three of you, find a way to help me restrain this poison. It doesn't need to be completely restrained, just a little bit of resistance is enough."

The fat-faced Taoist said indifferently, ignoring Chu Qiuran.

"If you have nothing to do, I might as well kill the three of you and give up this tomb."

The murderous intent in the fat-faced Taoist's eyes became even stronger.

In fact, for this residual poison, he can resist it with his ghost corpse way of practice, but in his current state, he can only use the strength of concentrating on Dzogchen, and it is quite difficult to deal with it.

"let me try……"

Yang Fan came out with a calm face. He didn't believe that the fat-faced Taoist would really abandon this thousand-year-old tomb.

"Hehe, junior, you seem to have some skills. You can tell a thing or two from the previous wound treatment. If you can give me a little more confidence, I will be rewarded a lot." The fat-faced Taoist said with a smile.

Without saying a word, Yang Fan tore off a piece of cloth from his body, twisted it into a ball, and threw it into the grave.

swoosh-

In a moment, the cloth rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into a ball of black residue.

Such a scene made everyone present gasp.

Yang Fan was calm as usual, and said lightly: "Although it is only some residual poison, the poison is still very strong. I can only make the senior immune to half of the poison."

"What! Half?"

The fat-faced Taoist said in disbelief, almost thinking he heard it wrong.

"Yes, I can only be immune to half of it. This is already the limit of what the younger generation can do." Yang Fan said lightly.

"Hurry up, if you can really make this Dao immune to half of the poison, you will be rewarded heavily."

The fat-faced Taoist said eagerly.

Seeing this situation, Pharmacist Zheng couldn't help showing a look of joy.

"Wait a minute." Yang Fan took out two jade bottles and a small paper bag from the storage bag.

"This is the detoxification elixir. With senior cultivation, you can take five pills at once. This is an auxiliary elixir to enhance the efficacy of the detoxification elixir... There is a powder in this small paper bag. Sprinkle a little on the body, it can be used in the body. form a protective layer."

Yang Fan said in an orderly manner, poured some pills from the jade bottle, and handed them to the fat-faced Taoist priest along with the small paper bag.

The fat-faced Taoist gave him a cold look, first took out the detoxification pill and sniffed it, nodded, then picked up an auxiliary pill, sniffed it, but frowned, and finally unfolded the small paper bag, checked for a moment.

"Why do I think this auxiliary pill is a bit weird?" the fat-faced Taoist asked abruptly.

Yang Fan said lightly: "If taken alone, it is a kind of poison, but it is not enough to threaten the monks in the foundation establishment stage. Taking it together with my unique detoxification pill can greatly increase the resistance to poison."

"Oh? Unique Detoxification Pill? Where did you come from?" The fat-faced Taoist asked curiously, half-believing.

"The person who taught me medical skills is a unparalleled man. I swore not to reveal his name and name." Yang Fan said flickeringly without his eyes beating and his heart speeding up.

Under the huge gap in level, he can still lie so blatantly, which shows his concentration and state of mind.

"Oh? It seems that your mastery is really not simple."

The fat-faced Taoist first sprinkled the medicinal powder on his body, then took the detoxification pill, then picked up the auxiliary pill, hesitated for a moment, and finally took it too.

Yang Fan kept his composure. He felt that the moment before taking the auxiliary pill, the fat-faced Taoist's spiritual consciousness locked on his heartbeat, blood, skin and so on.

Apparently, the fat-faced Taoist priest was still extremely wary.

"You, and you, follow me into the tomb together."

The fat-faced Taoist priest suddenly pointed out Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

Yang Fan was a little stunned, why did he even want to go in?
"Senior, this seems a little inappropriate. Yaoshi Yang is only at the early stage of Qi refining. If he enters the tomb, wouldn't he be sent to die?"

Chu Yuyan couldn't help asking.

"Hmph, this Dao has its own decisions, little girl, don't be talkative, be careful I'll turn you into a zombie." The fat-faced Taoist sneered.

When Chu Yuyan heard this, she couldn't help shivering.

Chu Yiyun stood on the other side, looking at Yang Fan with a bit of schadenfreude.

Yang Fan nodded, and also gave Hu Fei an antidote against poison.

Then he himself took a portion very painfully.

Seeing this, the fat-faced Taoist nodded slightly and said, "You two follow me into the tomb."

After all, he took the lead towards the grave, followed by Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

As soon as he entered the tomb, the fat-faced Taoist priest paused for a moment, only to feel that the medicine powder on his clothes shone with a strange light, resisting part of the poison, and the rest of the poison soaked into the body was dissolved by a strange warm current.

With his foundation-building cultivation base, a little luck and mana can resist the poisonous force of the outside world, and Hu Fei is similar to him. It seems that this child is extraordinary.

As for Yang Fan, the fat-faced Taoist priest put his hands on his body, condensing a layer of gray protective layer, which adhered to his whole body.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, as if expressing his gratitude. He knew that the fat-faced Taoist priest would not let him die.A brilliant pharmacist is of great use value in a place like a thousand-year-old tomb. Of course, maybe the fat-faced Taoist priest has other intentions.

With a fat-faced Taoist priest leading the way, the three entered the tomb smoothly and arrived at the entrance of the stone hall.

Entering the dark red stone hall this time, there were no iron-clad puppets blocking the way, but the fat-faced Taoist let his foundation-building zombies lead the way for the sake of caution.

Zombies are almost immune to poison, making them well-suited for operations in the Tomblands.

The three walked into the hall cautiously, and soon saw the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse, which was wandering back and forth, without thinking, and acting according to instinct.

"Senior, this millennium mysterious corpse doesn't even have a head, why does it still have the ability to move?"

Yang Fan asked curiously, he finally met a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, and he was still a ghost corpse, this opportunity should not be missed.

"Zombies are not ordinary creatures, let alone a thousand-year-old mysterious corpse that has been demonized. Of course, other possibilities are not ruled out. body……"

The fat-faced Taoist priest replied, seeming a bit unsure.Yang Fan caught some excitement and excitement from his tone.

Indeed, such a thousand-year-old mysterious corpse is definitely a treasure that ghost monks dream of, and they can even risk their lives for it.

"Stand still, little pharmacist, your cultivation base is too low, you can retreat to the door."

The fat-faced Taoist said indifferently.

"Thank you, senior." Yang Fan retreated to the entrance of the main hall. Of course, he would not be so stupid as to think that the other party was taking care of him, and the fat-faced Taoist probably had something to use him for.

The fat-faced Taoist first manipulated the black zombies in the foundation-building period to walk towards the sarcophagi in the hall.

Yang Fan stood at the entrance of the hall and stared intently. He was also curious, what was in the sarcophagus?

Walking slowly, the black zombie was about to touch the sarcophagus.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

boom!
The thousand-year-old headless demon corpse turned around abruptly, and the mighty demonic energy condensed all over its body, and with a palm from the air, it slashed at the black foundation-building period zombie.

"not good!"

The fat-faced Taoist priest was horrified, he could deeply understand the power contained in that palm.

Click!

The black zombie in the foundation building period was actually chopped off alive, and then fell apart.

call!
Suddenly, the mighty devilish energy filled every corner of the entire hall, and the invisible coercion descended again.

The three of them were immediately oppressed and couldn't breathe.

Standing at the entrance of the main hall, Yang Fan felt that the mighty demonic energy caused the violent rebound of the nine secluded demonic energy deep in his body.

suppress!

Yang Fan gritted his teeth.

Then, how could the unrivaled magic power be suppressed again and again as he wished.

boom!
Yang Fan only felt that the devil energy poured into his body, and his whole body was filled with endless magic power, as if he could destroy mountains and rivers with every gesture, and he was on top of all living beings in the world.

(As soon as it arrives, where is the ticket?)
(End of this chapter)