The System Takes Me to Practice

The middle-aged white-clothed cultists finally couldn't bear it. In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, the right hand gathered the true energy, and then he shot his Tianling Gai.

Bang!

So everyone saw the middle-aged white-clothed believer's head exploded like a watermelon, blood and brains splashing everywhere.

Some unlucky monks were closer, and were covered with red and white human tissue on the spot.

Wow!

For a while, the unpleasant smell of filthy things came from the crowd, causing everyone to cover their noses.

"This..."

The onlookers were speechless for a while.

"This..."

You Hua was stunned.

"Ok?"

The abnormality of the people in the audience caused Shen Haokong's gaze, and when he saw the headless body of the middle-aged Christian in white, his face suddenly became gloomy.

Through some discussions of the monks, after Shen Haokong knew that Yang Fan had succeeded, Shen Haokong looked at Yang Fan with bad eyes.

"You are distracted!"

Huh!

Just when Shen Haokong was lost, Si Xingwen's figure flashed, and he came to Shen Haokong. There was a burst of light and sword shadow, and Shen Haokong didn't notice for a while, and a deep cut was made in his chest.

Originally, he had just broken through the realm of the initial stage of separation and integration, but now he was suddenly close by Si Xingwen, how could it be blocked.

Soon, the two separated from the battle.

Ticking...

The blood soaked Shen Haokong's clothes and couldn't stop it flowing down, dripping on the ground, making a rhythmic noise.

For a cultivator, as long as it is not the loss of life essence and blood, even the ordinary blood in the whole body is not a major problem.

Of course, the lower the strength of the monk, the more obvious the symptoms of excessive blood loss.

"Shen Haokong, you have changed. You are no longer my opponent. How about this battle ending in a tie?"

As Shen Haokong's old opponent, Si Xingwen knew the gap between him and Shen Haokong from the first hand. In order not to lose his face, Si Xingwen rarely said so much.

However, when Shen Haokong heard these words of Si Xingwen, he suddenly became furious because he thought that Si Xingwen was mocking him.

"Huh! Si Xingwen, don't think that you are a direct disciple of the Deputy Hall Master of Jiuxingtang, so you can speak up here. In terms of talent, I am no worse than you!!!"

After speaking, Shen Haokong yelled, and quickly pinched the law with both hands.

Soon, everyone saw a dozen deep purple energy **** condensed out of thin air in front of Shen Haokong.

Upon seeing this, Si Xingwen frowned deeply.

"Out!"

Among the crowd in the audience, a monk wearing a blue costume was short of breath, and his eyes looked at Shen Haokong with envy and admiration.

"what?"

A Tsing Yi monk beside him was obviously younger than him.

"It's the ghost ghost power!"

The blue monk said excitedly.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

The monk in Tsing Yi was puzzled, and the monks who were near listened intently.

"This is a kind of poisonous skill that can only be practiced by the upper ranks of the Youdu Cult! Even the Yellow-clothed Cultists do not have a practice."

The words of the monk in blue made others more puzzled.

"Is this technique very powerful? According to your opinion, didn't Shen Haokong secretly learn this technique?"

Tsing Yi Monk Road.

Many monks agree and agree with the views of the Tsing Yi monks.

"Ha ha!"

The blue monk sneered.

"No, this is the opposite. Shen Haokong has a high reputation in the ghost cult. According to the grapevine, the leader of the ghost cult intends to train him as the next leader. Of course, the future leader will be able to practice the ghost ghost. Work!"

"Friends of Dao! After hearing you have said so much, what is the charm of this technique that you admire so much?"

Brother Tsing Yi said in doubt.

The blue-clothed monk smiled, and his pride was very obvious.

Seeing that Brother Tsing Yi hadn't spoken for a long time, Brother Tsing Yi was a little anxious. I couldn't help but want to know this kind of appetite.

"Yes, fellow daoist, you said it."

More and more onlookers were urging, the blue-clothed cultivator saw that his appetite had been stunned, and he finally spoke.

"Do you know how the people of Youdu Cult cultivate?"

At this time, the blue-clothed monk asked.

"How do we know how others practice? Otherwise we will all learn from them!"

"That's right, Fellow Daoist, you just said it quickly, with your appetite hanging, and panic."

There were more and more urging noises around. Those monks were like seeing the key point of Chiguo’s three points when they were suddenly blocked by a group of mosaics. The key parts were blocked by a group of mosaics. Wan cut.

"Ahem!"

The blue-clothed monk coughed a few times and said in a different tone.

"The people of the Pharaoh Sect mainly cultivate through poisons, in other words, they live on poisons. Those who have been practicing poisons for a long time are immune to some poisonous poisons, and even make their true energy carry some toxins. Ordinary. People will be poisoned instantly if they come into contact with it. But this situation is even more obvious for the higher level of the Nethertox Cult who has cultivated the Nethertoxin Ghost Art."

"After practicing the ghost and ghost power, you can also actively absorb poisons and cultivate to the Mahayana. It will not invade a hundred poisons. Every attack carries toxins, and every breath you exhale is also highly poisonous."

"hiss!"

Everyone took a breath, and many people were a little moved and wanted to join the Nether Poison Cult.

In the Wuyuan Continent, there are very few monks who specialize in the use of poison, and the monks with a slant sword are even rarer than the magic repair.

Generally, this kind of cultivation method is called poison cultivation.

The so-called magic cultivation refers to cultivating the more evil exercises and doing more evil things. The most obvious characteristic of the monk is that his body will exude a disgusting and evil aura. Although they are not members of the Demon Race, many forces in the Five Sources Continent unanimously divide the Demon Cultivation into the Demon Race, and everyone gets it.

Soon, dozens of dark purple energy **** condensed from poison quickly slammed into Si Xingwen.

Those deep purple poison **** were fast and came to Si Xingwen in the blink of an eye.

Cang!

Si Xingwen hit the nearest poison ball with a knife.

However, just when Si Xingwen raised the scimitar and was about to swing it out, a numb sensation suddenly came from his right hand, and to his surprise, the numbness became stronger and stronger.

"not good!"

After vaguely guessing something, Si Xingwen had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly drew back.

Just after Si Xingwen left the place, the five dark purple poison **** that arrived first slammed down, and a large amount of lavender poison filled the air, accompanied by splashes of some venom.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

A drop of venom splashed onto the blade of Si Xingwen's scimitar. This six-star magic weapon was quickly corroded by that drop of venom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cang Dang!

Si Xingwen showed a surprised expression.

Yang Fan looked over and saw Si Xingwen's one-meter-long scimitar disconnected from the middle. To be precise, it was not broken, but was corroded through, and the remaining blade directly fell to the ground.