Flying all the way inside, Han Ming soon arrived at the center of Wanhua poisonous squat, glanced at the poisonous fog that could not be dissipated around, grinned, took out a half-meter-sized colored pool from the storage bag and threw it on the ground. There were colorful thick liquid inside, with colorful bubbles emitting.

This pool is not a side object. It is the poison-making pool that Chun'er had previously searched for strange poisons. It is a secret tool recorded in the Yuan Poison Sutra. On the one hand, it is used to carry and refine many strange poisons, and on the other hand, it assists in the cultivation of the Yuan Poison Sutra.

He took out a large pile of bottles and jars from the storage bag. Han Ming poured the strange poisons collected by the Xingxing Sect at a high cost into it. At the same time, he mobilized his magic power to sweep a large area of ​​black mist around him, condensed into drops of dark liquid and dripped into the poisonous pool.

Taking a light breath, Han Ming took off his outer robe and stepped into the poison-making pool, sat down quietly, closed his eyes and meditated, silently operating the transformation wheel, activate the Yuan Poison Meridian to start absorbing the surrounding toxicity that can poison the fake infant stage.

Through the method of melting all poisons in the Yuan-Transforming Poison Sutra, Han Ming thought of a way to remove blood spider poison, which is to use other strange poisons to strengthen the Half Sorrow Poison, so that the Half Sorrow Poison can withstand the Blood Spider Poison, and the two remain in a balanced state. Although this cannot completely remove the toxicity, it can also restore his strength.

Strengthening the Half-Shang Poison is just Han Ming’s previous thought. Now that he saw the Wanhua Poison Swamp and remembered the Wanhua Poison Eye’s pupil technique, Han Ming planned to change it. He did not plan to strengthen the Half-Shang Poison, nor did he plan to authentically practice the Yuan-Cultivation Poison Sutra. He wanted to practice the Wanhua Poison Eye.

The most difficult part of practicing the Wanhua Poison Eye is to melt ten thousand poisons and condense the Wanhua Poison Plate. This process is extremely dangerous. If you accidentally recover and destroy your body, your cultivation will be destroyed. However, the greatest effect of the Huayuan Poison Sutra is to melt ten thousand poisons.

The Huayuan Poison Sutra was simply born for the Wanhua Poison Eyes. The two rituals that have nothing to do with each other can complement each other.

Slowly removing the molten gold body, Han Ming released his imprisonment on the blood spider poison bit by bit, and at the same time, he pulled the surrounding venom into his body. The Huayuan Poison Sutra and the Wanhua Poison Eye's mantra were simultaneously activated, and strange forces gathered towards his head.

As Han Ming's method of practicing Wanhua Poison Eyes continued to operate, the black mist around seemed to sense something, and it actually gathered independently, forming a black dark cloud of ten feet above Han Ming's head.

As time goes by, more and more black poisonous fog gathers, and the concentration of the rolling black cloud has reached the critical point. Drops of black venom condense and land from the black clouds and flow into the poisonous pool.

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At the same time, outside the Wanhua Poison Swamp, a giant magic weapon flying boat rushed towards this side. There were a large group of people standing neatly, both men and women, paired in pairs, snuggling with each other, as if they were Taoist couples.

If Han Ming was here, he would definitely find that the cultivator in this magic weapon was from the Zhonghe Hezong of the Six Sects of Jiayue, and he had a great relationship with a great master, the Grand Master of the Shengxing Sect.

Basically all the foundation-building cultivators stood outside the flying boat, but only two were sitting in the cabin of the flying boat, sitting opposite each other, one man and one woman. Although their cultivation level seemed to be just a false pill level, they did not have the intention of hiding momentum on them, so they clearly formed elixirs.

The female cultivator was wearing a white dress, and her whole body was spotless, like a holy lotus, with extraordinary demeanor, while the male cultivator was wearing a black robe, looking like a thirty-one or two years old, holding a small teacup with one hand, her eyes were in chaos, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.

The female cultivator gently lifted her two half-exposed white wrists, poured a cup of spiritual tea for the middle-aged man in black robe, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Xuangu, is the place where the Wanhua Poison Swamp falls? Is there the origin of the ancient demon in it?"

"Ha, in a moment, the poisonous swamp will arrive. Fairy Ximen can't wait for this time? When you get there, everything will naturally be clear!" The middle-aged man in black robe grinned and drank the spiritual tea in the teacup again.

Ximen Ruoxue smiled slightly, raised his jade-like lotus arms and poured tea for the middle-aged man in black robe again, and then smiled and said, "But I don't know if fellow Taoist Xuangu can tell me the details again. For some reason, the closer I get to the poisonous swamp, the more I feel that something is going to happen!"

The middle-aged man in black robe put down his teacup, looked at the female cultivator in white robe, and spoke solemnly: "Since fellow Taoist Ximen wants to hear it, what's the point of Xuan talking about it again!"

"This story about Wanhua Poison Lord was recorded in an ancient time on a seashore. It should be painted by an ancient demon who escaped from ancient times. It should be recorded as the detailed process of the ancient demon invading our human world! But because the time was too long and it was a bit incomplete, only one of the leaders of the ancient invading demon clan, Wanhua Poison Lord!"

"According to records at that time, the spiritual demon war ended, and the demons suffered heavy casualties. Many high-level ancient demons were either dead or sealed. Only one of the Wanhua Poison Lords still had the strength. The Wanhua Poison Lords killed from the Middle Earth to our north and sacrificed their blood to restore their strength to several countries. Later, the three sons of our human race, Tailun, came out together and fought hard for seven days and seven nights, and finally killed Wanhua Demon Lords somewhere in the north."

"The demon Lord Wanhua is full of poison skills. Although he died, his whole body was full of fatal poison. A single corpse could make half of the creatures in the north of the earth. The third son of Tailun, a powerful man from the human race, could not bear to suffer the consequences of the creatures. He summoned ancient monks to refine this Sumeru mustard seed space to seal the demon Lord Wanhua's body and build a Tailun temple to suppress it. With more than ten thousand years of spiritual energy blocking and melting, the demon Lord Wanhua's poisonous siege was completely wiped out and became the current ten thousand poisonous siege." The middle-aged man in black robe spoke slowly, looking into the distance, as if he was extremely yearning for a war of that level.

"Although the poisonous gas in Wanhua Poison Swamp has almost melted, the body of Wanhua Poison Lord is in it. Although ten thousand years have passed and his physical strength has almost melted, there should be a lot of the original energy left. It is not too difficult to assist the fake infant monk in breaking through the bottleneck!" The middle-aged man in black robe spoke again, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Fellow Taoist Ximen has now reincarnated in the foundation-building stage because of his martial arts. In fact, it is only one step away from establishing a baby. If you get the original energy, the chance of establishing a baby will definitely increase greatly. After obtaining the original energy, don't forget the agreement with Xuan!" The middle-aged man in black robe looked at Ximen Ruoxue's delicate body unscrupulously and smiled.

"Fellow Daoist Xuangu is extremely talented and has a strong body. He is far from comparable to the same level. I admire him very much. If you can really get the original energy, it will be regarded as a betrothal gift for a fellow Taoist." Ximen Ruoxue lowered his head, covered his mouth gently, and said shyly.

"It's so good, so good." The middle-aged man in black robe smiled and reached out and touched Ximen Ruo's white and white plain hands.

Ximen Ruoxue was caught and immediately felt a little shy. A red glow flew on her face. She shrank a few times but couldn't break free from the middle-aged man in black robe. She simply stopped struggling, but kept her head down, like a woman facing a lover in the ordinary world.

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