Immortal Immortal

The confinement hall is located in the center of the block. It is a large mansion with a total of more than 3,000 disciples and more than 500 poison cultivators.

However, there are only a few in the pill formation stage, and they are all ordinary poisonous cultivation before and after foundation establishment.

Their main daily tasks are to maintain the magic circle of Qinghongfang, use the collected resources to refine poison, and worship the Lord.

Perhaps because of the special nature of the prison master, the prison hall is becoming more and more like an inanimate religion.

Du Xiu worshiped the Lord as a fairy.

"It's really ridiculous."

Li Mo stood at the window, looking at the city shrouded in poisonous smoke, and could vaguely hear the sound of gongs and drums coming from the building.

Lord Jinhong just finished his parade not long ago, and the worshipers were leaving one after another.

The other bazaars rarely show up, and it can be seen that they have spiritual intelligence. Only Jinhong bazaar regards parading in the streets as a routine matter.

The four major museums are Jinhong, Malu, Shimen and Cuishan.

The owner of Malu is an entrenched strange insect, with body parts and fragments all over its body, and its poisonous cultivators all bear the head of a ferocious bear.

The owner of the stone gate is similar to a possum. His skin and flesh are covered with rushes, and his flesh and blood are in a constant process of decay. He needs to be treated with poison at all times.

Cuishan is the most special. The appearance of the leader is like coral, connected by the heads of different beasts, with different poisonous beast heads.

The three confinement masters can barely communicate, and their revealed strength is comparable to that of the Qiying stage. The Jinhong confinement master is in the dead infant stage, but the specific methods are unknown.

Li Mo has been observing secretly.

He always felt that the cultivation system of Duyi Qinghongfang was very weird, unlike pure poison cultivation, which was mixed with martial arts and alienation.

Li Mo postponed his plan to test the lord, and Han Cai and others were happy to see it.

Under his instruction, the progress of the construction of the Sihai Martial Arts Hall came to a standstill, and the poison warriors in the town who were stuck in their innate abilities could only worry.

"Huh?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows and suddenly noticed the inexplicable aura of Jinhong Prison.

It's a pity that Da Cancer Mitian is still giving birth to new spiritual patterns, which affects his control over cancer cells to some extent, and he doesn't know what the situation is in the prison.

Li Mo looked out the window.

Even if the toxic smoke envelopes the town, you can still tell that it is getting late.

It has been more than half a year since Duyi Qinghongfang searched for the next blessed place in the cave. As the poisonous smoke secreted by the poisonous toad beasts intensified, most people were unable to withstand the corrosion of the poison.

It's better during the day, after all, there is sunlight to dissipate some of the poisonous smoke.

Once night comes, as long as people open their doors and windows, their flesh and blood will turn into liquid like butter in just a few breaths.

Even if the poisonous cultivator is exposed, there will still be disadvantages rather than benefits.

When something strange happened to Lord Jinhong, the Duyi Qinghong Square was completely silent, and the thick poisonous smoke reduced the visibility to the minimum.

Li Mo closed his eyes and activated his consciousness, observing every move in Jinhong Prison.

………

The main hall of the temple is where the lord of the temple sits, and is usually placed on a high platform.

While accepting the worship of Poison cultivators, the horribly deformed mass of rotten flesh can also provide pure poisonous spiritual energy to assist others in their cultivation.

The exquisite decorations in the main hall are completely in inverse proportion to the main hall.

Two to three hundred Poison Cultivators surrounded the Master, muttering vague words, and wanting to get their heads close to the Master.

Among them, there are also dozens of Poison Cultivators who have joined Jinhong Temple under special privileges. Naturally, they do dirty and tiring work that Poison Cultivators do not like.

They also have to be responsible for feeding the owners.

An earthen jar filled with flesh and blood was continuously brought to the main hall. After adding various poisonous spiritual materials, it was poured directly on the body surface of the Lord.

A sound similar to that of a pig came, and the master was eating greedily.

The Lord's food actually comes from poisonous toad beasts. Because of the poisonous beast's huge body, it doesn't hurt to occasionally dig out some flesh and blood.

The Poison Warrior felt the terrifying oppression brought by the Master, and could not help but feel chills running down his spine.

They looked at the master with their peripheral vision. The latter's rotten flesh body swelled several times, and each finger trembled slightly, which was creepy.

"Eat more, eat more, and the Lord can grant us immortality."

An old voice sounded in the Poison Warrior's ears, and they quickly turned around to look.

An old man with white hair came into the main hall. His exposed skin was full of tears, and foul-smelling pus slowly flowed from it.

But unlike other poisonous cultivators, the old man's head is not the head of an animal.

"Elder Chen..."

All the poison warriors bowed their heads and saluted, while the poison cultivators around them were still immersed in breathing spiritual energy.

Chen Xingshun's cultivation level has entered the stage of pill formation, which is rare in the confinement hall. His status can easily determine the life and death of a poisonous warrior.

His eyes were fixed on the master, and his throat couldn't help but roll.

The poisonous warriors did not dare to say anything.

Although the lord is strange and inexplicable, he is more like a dead creature without intelligence. As long as he ensures that he is fed on time, the lord will not riot.

Chen Xingshun is notoriously moody.

"Qian An, how many years have you been coming to Jinhong?"

After hearing what Chen Xingshun said, Qian An quickly replied: "Elder, it's been five years."

"Do you want to become an immortal?"

"I think, my disciple wants to become an immortal." Qian An was stunned for a few breaths and knocked his head hard, even if the skin on his neck was torn and fleshy, he didn't stop.

The other Poison Warriors looked envious, how could they not have the idea of ​​becoming a Taoist.

After Chen Xingshun nodded slightly, he came to the lord and patted his body, and then took out piles of poisonous spiritual materials and fed them to the lord.

The penis swelled by half a meter in the blink of an eye, and the skin had stretched to its limit.

A little bit of blood seeped out of the pores.

The master groaned, like a stuffed animal, lying on the high platform without moving, and a strong wind blew out of thin air between his breaths.

"Okay, go ahead and become an immortal."

Chen Xingshun motioned Qian An to approach the leader with an unpredictable smile on his face.

After Qian An hesitated for a moment, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of entering the passage, and cautiously stepped within half a meter of the confinement hall.

He has seen many poisonous warriors who have become immortals in Jinhong Temple and understands the next steps.

Chen Xingshun nodded, and then whispered: "Poison builds the road, a full belly is as fat as a gourd of flying insects, and a poisonous beak is good for stinging a cone."

Qian An repeated it, and then pulled out the short knife in his arms.

He circulated the poisonous gas, and the skin began to turn purple and gradually became swollen, like the corpse of a long-dead giant.

"The first cut poisoned my intestines."

Qian An cut off his left leg with one knife. Because he deliberately allowed the toxins to corrode the flesh and blood, he felt no pain at all and numbness spread all over his body.

He threw his left leg into the mouth of the master, and the chewing sound sounded again.

Qian An's hair stood on end.

Although he was used to hearing the sound of the Lord eating, he never thought that the food would be himself, but he could only bite the bullet if he was involved in the Tao.

"The second blow poisoned my intestines."

The right leg was also amputated.

"The third sword is so poisonous that I suffer."

………

When his arms fell into the mouth of the master with the help of his colleagues, Qian An was left with only the skinny human pig lying flat on the high platform.

The poisonous cultivators absorbed the spiritual energy more and more hungrily.

"You guys go out."

Chen Xingshun waved the poison warrior to leave the main hall, and then continued to feed the master, whose abdominal skin became as thin as cicada wings.

Qian An's breathing was rapid, and the entrance to the Dao was already close at hand.

As long as he waits for the master to regurgitate the meat and refine the minced meat into elixirs for Qian An to take, his internal and external Poison Clothes Skill will be improved smoothly.

But what surprised Qian An was that Chen Xingshun had no intention of stopping and continued to feed.

I heard the Master groan, and the skin on his abdomen suddenly burst, and a large amount of poisonous water poured out from it, rushing towards Qian An's position.

Qian An noticed that all the poisonous corrections were looking at him with burning faces.

"No……"

He was wrapped in poisonous water, and his flesh and bones were dissolved. The poison directly destroyed the remaining consciousness, leaving the main hall in a mess.

The master was bleeding profusely, and even though his injuries were not serious, his strength had dropped to that of a first-time Nascent Soul.

Chen Xingshun used his spiritual power to lift Qian An's remaining corpse. His flesh and blood absorbed the poisonous water and soon turned into fist-sized pills.

"One Taiyi Poison Pill, whoever takes it will become the Poison Cloth Golden Pill."

He glanced at each of the poison cultivators and continued with a stern expression: "You must listen clearly, there is only one person who formed an elixir today."

Bang bang bang bang...

The sound of bones colliding was endless.

The poisonous cultivator's body transformed one after another, turning into a hideous monster.

Their upper bodies are beasts, their lower bodies are human, and their bodies have been hollowed out by poisonous water. They feel like they are forcibly pieced together and look different.

Roar.

The main hall started a fight around Poisonous Pill. Blood and flesh flew everywhere for a while, and a strong fishy smell filled the air. More than half of the poisonous cultivators were killed or injured quickly.

The alienation of the surviving poisonous cultivators is even more serious, and the size has reached more than five meters.

Chen Xingshun smiled and said nothing, poisonous water gushed out from his mouth and nose, and he swallowed the broken limbs and flesh without restraint, and his cultivation level slowly increased.

He deliberately set aside Du Xiu's head and heart and collected them separately.

A carnival takes place in the dark.

"Why is the Master like an aphid raised by ants?"

Li Mo came majestically to the outside of the main hall. After gathering his breath, he seemed to be almost as if there was no one else around. He looked at the absurd scene with a careful look.

"Hahaha."

Chen Xingshun couldn't stop laughing wildly. His cultivation had reached the completion of the Dan Formation Stage, and the expansion of his strength had distorted his character.

"Die, die."

He casually stabbed several poisonous cultivators to death, and the leaked spiritual power filled the hall.

"Well?"

"who is it?!!"

Chen Xingshun looked at the door in shock and saw a man with his back leaning against the wall. He seemed to have been watching the battle for a long time.

"I am the elder of Jinhong Prison..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo grinned and a baby appeared on his shoulder.

"Jie Jie Jie."

The soul-devouring demon infant opened its mouth, and substantial suction force acted on the main hall, and the figures suddenly sank into the Yuanying's mouthparts.

Chen Xingshun only persisted for half a breath, and he also followed the footsteps of poisonous cultivators.

Only the group of masters was still on the high platform, not even a drop of blood was left on the ground, which showed the horror of the Soul-Eating Demon Infant's devouring.

"Finally we understand the situation."

Li Mo walked towards the owner, who was still crying out that he was hungry unconsciously.

Instead of taking away the prisoner, he poured tens of thousands of cancer cells into his body and disappeared in Jinhong Prison in an instant.

It wasn't until the dawn of dawn that Jinhong Hall found the main hall empty.

Jinhong Duxiu didn't say anything, but there was constant friction between the various buildings. Apparently he thought it was the actions of the other buildings.

Li Mo then began to burn corpses wantonly to obtain the secret.