But one ear was still cut off by Jun Xing's sword...

The ears that were originally youthful and energetic turned dry and white instantly after falling to the ground, without any moisture, as if they came from a mummy.

Yao Zhihong hurriedly covered his missing left ear.

He looked ferocious...

"You... you... you are a bunch of lying liars and despicable traitors!"

Jun Xing didn't leave the other party any chance to speak...

He deceived and advanced.

Yao Zhihong was stabbed through with one sword.

Yao Zhihong's body stiffened and his eyes popped out slightly.

He used up the last bit of strength in his body to pull himself out of Jun Xing's sword...

His face was full of disbelief.

He didn't believe he would die!

He doesn't believe...it shouldn't be like this!

Yao Zhihong's internal energy was greatly consumed...

His appearance is aging at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

The originally bright white hair became dry and forked, like withered grass, the skin that could be broken by a blow instantly became wrinkled, like withered tree bark, and even the tall and straight figure became rickety at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Everyone was silent between the life and death battle before and the shocking change of Yao Zhihong in front of them.

No one noticed that the cold air in the Snow Valley Cave had already gradually become thinner, and it had already dropped to an extreme at this moment.

And Yao Zhihong, who was already screaming repeatedly, suddenly felt a wave of heat surge inside his body...

Yao Zhihong's face was filled with shock. He lost the suppression of the cold air and the inflammation poison had already penetrated deep into his bone marrow. He instantly broke out "Inflammation and Toxin Syndrome".

Yao Zhihong's whole body had bulging blood vessels, and the blood flowing inside seemed like reddish-yellow lava...

Almost in an instant, Yao Zhihong changed from a tall and straight young man to a wizened, hunched and thin old man, and then turned into a lava burning man.

His whole body was howling in pain without any thought.

Completely opposite to his previous desolate, cold and indifferent style.

Comparing the two, people feel the contrast even more...

I can also better understand the unbearable pain of inflammation.

Everyone was a little afraid to step forward.

The infection method of inflammation poison is different from that of ordinary poisons and drugs...

Flame poison is a poison technique unique to the descendants of the demon clan. Except for those descendants of the demon clan, other infected people will also be infected if they come into contact with others when the flame poison breaks out.

Jun Xing was infected in this way back then.

For a time, everyone used long swords and shields to keep them at a safe distance.

He watched silently as Yao Zhihong was painfully burned to death by the erupting flames.

Everything is going on smoothly...

Until finally, Yao Zhihong gradually calmed down.

Everyone thought he had completely lost his vitality and relaxed their vigilance slightly.

But who knew the next moment, Yao Zhihong suddenly burst into flames.

He was like a fireball, rushing directly towards Yan Wulu...

He wanted to infect Yan Wulu with the poison!

At the critical moment, Jun Xing swung his sword directly, and the sword energy was everywhere.

Jun used his sword energy several times to cut off Yao Zhihong's legs.

But Yao Zhihong refused to give up and directly used the last bit of his inner strength to slap the ground with his hand, bounce it up and pounce on Yan Wulu...

Jun Xing's movement flashed and he appeared in front of Yan Wulu.

And Yao Zhihong also knew that his fate was over soon, so he no longer had too many choices and clung to Jun Xing's back like a gangrene attached to his bones.

In an instant, he merged with the poisonous flames.

…

Jun Xing stabbed Yao Zhihong from behind with a sword.

The burning man fell, and behind Jun Xing, the blue sea robe was burned, leaving traces like magma, seeping into the body... that is the poison of inflammation.

From the beginning to the end, the look in Jun Xing's eyes did not change at all. He was still as calm as ever, as if everything was fate.

It was only at this moment that Yan Wulu realized how dangerous those few moments had been.

Yan Wulu no longer gave Yao Zhihong any chance.

He was holding the [Emperor Sword], and the light golden blade pierced directly into Yao Zhihong's head...

Then, Yan Wulu drew his sword and chopped off Yao Zhihong's head with one strike.

Death is eliminated by poison.

The poison is special.

After Yao Zhihong died completely, a very strong essence entered Yan Wulu's body.

Of course, only Yan Wulu, who possesses the [Soul Capturing Bone], can see this.

In the eyes of everyone, the magma and fire poison on Yao Zhihong's body dissipated...

He turned into a mutilated corpse, a mummified corpse, a charred corpse...

We can even vaguely see from it how miserable and miserable this "Poison King" who once ruled the world for decades was in agony before his death...

Yan Wulu stared blankly at Jun Xing, who had stood in front of him without hesitation.

In order to protect himself, the latter actually preferred to be poisoned by the poison again, and the poison penetrated deep into the depths...

In the complete silence, Yan Wulu and Jun Xing's eyes crossed each other.

They are masters and apprentices.

We were once masters and disciples with different thoughts.

But there is no doubt that at this moment, they are the most sincere and honest with each other...

Jun Xing approached Yan Wulu and said——

"Wulu, are you okay?"

"...As a teacher, I came a step too late."

Yan Wulu also looked at Jun Xing...

It's strange that he didn't answer Jun Xing's question for a while.

Just after counting the breaths, Yan Wulu said as if he was not answering the question——

"Master, don't worry, this disciple... will definitely cure your 'inflammatory disease'."

Jun Xing was stunned for a moment.

But then I felt relieved...

Yan Wulu is a smart man.

It's not that he couldn't guess what Yao Zhihong and Jun Xing did, he just didn't want to guess.

"Okay." Jun Xing opened his mouth and said calmly: "...As a teacher, I believe in you."

far away.

Yao Yingran also limped one step closer to Yao Zhihong's charred corpse.

He stared at Yao Zhihong's charred corpse and laughed loudly, as if the resentment he had accumulated for decades was finally expressed at this moment...

Yao Yingran suddenly pulled out the sword of the black-armored demon puppet next to him, and kept chopping up Yao Zhihong's corpse!

His eyes were full of fanaticism, and his eyes were bloodshot...

There is no skill in the method of chopping up the body, it is all emotion.

…

…

Zhenbei Palace.

In the main hall, Zhenbei Wang Yandong is currently playing a game of Go with General Cheng Huanian.

The private letter from the secret agent Lingzhi is about the Crown Prince Yan Wulu. There are only five words on the envelope——
To be continued...