The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

While the Smiling Monk was still using golden light to ward off ghosts.

A ghost that was dissolved into black mist like other ghosts, but it emitted a different purple mist.

As soon as this purple mist appeared, it spread rapidly.

Seeing this, the Smiling Monk immediately realized something was wrong and took out a golden bowl magic weapon hidden in his arms. Magic power surged in, and suddenly a golden transparent shield appeared and wrapped around his body.

But the purple mist treated the shield as nothing and penetrated into it.

The Smiling Monk did not dare to be careless. He immediately closed his five senses and retreated.

But he didn't know that this poison was colorless and tasteless, and only people who had been poisoned could see the purple gas. He had been poisoned without knowing it.

When he retreated backwards, he stimulated the magic power in his body, which in turn caused the poison to spread rapidly.

A feeling of weakness arose, and the Laughing Monk realized that something was wrong.

However, I no longer felt the calmness I had at the beginning, and a sense of panic filled my heart.

Without having time to think about how he was poisoned, the Smiling Monk immediately activated his magical power and launched the Blood-Illuminating Divine Light.

At this moment, the blood-shining divine light was not directed at the enemy.

I saw his palm glowing red, and he hit himself. A red light instantly illuminated his whole body, and a wisp of purple air was also brushed out.

Hu Shi, who was far away, saw this situation through the ghost fog and was shocked. This smiling monk actually had mastered the secret technique to such a superb level.

Although his brows were frequently wrinkled, as if he was in great pain, there was no accident or internal injury. He only felt the pain of scraping the poison.

Although this Blood-Illuminating Divine Light is a panacea with a wide range of uses, it can be activated on oneself to scrape out toxins. This is not something that can be achieved simply by learning this secret method.

The physical body of a cultivator in the early stage is very fragile, not to mention the internal organs. If one is not careful, the physical body will be damaged. If the vital parts are injured, the cultivator will die.

What's more, such a thrilling thing happened during a fight.

Although the Laughing Monk is a physical cultivator and his internal organs are more resilient, the Blood-Illuminating Divine Light is not an ordinary secret technique. The fact that he can perform such delicate operations without suffering any injuries shows how proficient he is in this secret technique.

Only then did he realize with shock how deep this smiling monk was hiding.

When he was in the sect, this villain was like a turtle. He completely ignored other people's challenges to life and death, and used seclusion to brush them off.

He didn't mind being mistaken for a silver spear wax head, but now he knew who was the most ignorant.

Although his mind was shaken, Hu Shi did not stop his attack, but it became more and more intense. Even the only ghost king in the banner was ordered to attack the Smiling Monk.

"Brother, this poison is not ordinary. It is a third-level dragon poison. You'd better hurry up." Hu Shi said, preparing to use it to disturb his mind again.

Although he was shocked, he was confident in the poison he used. It was not a toxin that could be eliminated in a few seconds.

The poison he used was the third-level dragon poison that he bought at a huge price from the shop run by the Beast Taming Sect.

It is colorless and odorless, and is not the kind of poison that can kill anyone who comes into contact with it, so it will not trigger any spiritual reaction.

It will only paralyze the body, make people weak and powerless, close the Dantian, and make people like a dead body at the mercy of others.

But to be on the safe side, he still sent the Ghost King to interfere with the Laughing Monk.

Who knows whether a physical cultivator's physique can suppress the toxins, or whether it can really be expelled in a few seconds.

On the other side, the Smiling Monk, who heard Hu Shi's words, was already sweating profusely. He now fully realized how difficult it was to deal with the poison.

At this moment, there was a second-level ghost interfering outside the shield released by the golden bowl. It was impossible for him to concentrate on detoxifying, and he also had to pay attention to Hu Shi who might appear at any time.

The poison has spread. Although some of it has been excreted, how can a foundation-building cultivator like him resist the remaining third-level poison?

A feeling of powerlessness came over him, and he knew that now was the time to make a choice.

Either continue to detoxify while facing the attacks of the ghosts, or find Hu Shi directly and kill him.

Immediately, he made up his mind and decided to choose the third path, kill the second-level ghost king, and then detoxify.

He wanted to gamble that Hu Shi would not dare to show up until the poison completely erupted.

The Smiling Monk was seen stimulating the Qi and blood stored in the acupoints in his body and releasing them all to strengthen his body. His originally lean body immediately became larger as if it were inflated, and his muscles and veins bulged.

In less than a moment, a huge bald monster appeared, whose face was vaguely recognizable as the Laughing Monk.

The transformation was completed, and he immediately reached out to grab the second-level ghost king despite feeling weak and powerless.

Ghosts have low intelligence, even the second-level ones are no exception. They only understand orders and cannot adapt.

What's more, in order to better control the ghosts and avoid backlash, Hu Shi also refined away all the memory fragments in his soul. They had no instinctive reactions and could only rely on his manual control or complete some simple commands.

The Ghost King therefore didn't even think about hiding, and was caught red-handed.

When the Smiling Monk was about to crush it, Hu Shi, who was watching, immediately used his mind to control the Ghost King, causing his ghost body to explode and automatically dissipate into ghost mist.

Then the ghost fog escaped from his palm and condensed into his shape again, but it became a little illusory. It can be seen that this life-saving method is not without consumption.

Seeing this scene, the Smiling Monk did not give him any extra time to react. He raised his hand and a golden palm print instantly gathered above his head.

As the palm fell, the ghost kings that had just gathered were swatted to death like flies.

This all happened extremely quickly.

The Ghost King was really dead this time. The Smiling Monk had just used a second-level magical power recorded in a body-building technique: the Demon-Subduing Palm.

He was extremely restrained against evil spirits like ghosts, and this time he wanted to end the battle quickly, so he had planned it all in advance and had never thought of holding back.

The moment he took action, he began to condense the Demon Subduing Palm.

Even Hu Shi, who was watching the battle from the side, was unable to react because the Ghost King dissipated, the imprint of his soul was destroyed, and he suffered a backlash and had a splitting headache.

Wait for Hu Shi to recover.

The Smiling Monk on the other side had already released the shield of the golden bowl and started detoxification, not intending to waste any time.

Now if he waits for the poison to spread throughout his body, he will surely die, so he can only take the risk of detoxifying.

Hu Shi naturally didn't dare to get close to the Laughing Monk. The magic he had just obtained was still fresh in his memory. He knew that if he faced the monk head-on, he would not be able to resist.

Rubbing his brows, Hu Shi began to take out talismans from his storage bag to attack, trying his best to avoid getting close to the Smiling Monk, as who knew if he would suddenly attack and kill again.

Now he is actually sitting on the Diaoyutai, but he didn't expect that the second-level ghost king could be killed as easily as an ant.

Now he only needs to keep using talismans to consume the mana used to maintain the shield, and he will still be the one who has the last laugh.

You have to know that the Laughing Monk has to use the Blood-Illuminating Divine Light all the time to brush out the poison. This secret method consumes a lot of energy already, not to mention maintaining the shield.