Mortals: start with self-created body cultivation

At the end of five years, something happened.

Han Li came to cooperate with herbal medicine for the last time and asked him to help him in half a year.

Han Li didn't say what exactly he was helping, but Xu Qingyang guessed that it was just that. Recently, he received news that Doctor Mo had returned to the valley from a trip. It must be a showdown between the master and the disciple.

Naturally, the favors promised must be returned.

At this time, he actually didn't care about Doctor Mo or Doctor Hong anymore. He just didn't want to arouse Han Li's suspicion, so he pretended not to know anything and was too lazy to pay attention, otherwise he would find someone to make arrangements for them.

After explaining this matter, the two never saw each other again.

Time passed, half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and outside the God's Hand Valley, the two met again.

"Brother Xu, I'm sorry to bother you!"

Xu Qingyang smiled and said: "It's not about trouble. You are acting like this because you are trying to deal with your master. If it is true, there is no need to be so troublesome. I will ask the disciples of Qi Jue Hall to gather together and set up a trap to surround the valley and keep it in the jar to catch the turtles."

This is really not just talk. With his current influence on the Qixuan Sect, he can mobilize hundreds of disciples to kill people with just one sentence.

However, these words were to relieve Han Li's nervousness, and it was impossible for the other party to do this.

Doctor Mo poisoned Han Li.

The last time the two met, Han Li first asked him not to protect him, but to discuss ways to detoxify him. For this reason, Xu Qingyang was able to explore the situation inside Han Li.

The so-called poison is called Shichong Pill.

Intelligent analysis is a microbial virus that is in a sleeping state. The state is very subtle. Once it senses danger, it will wake up immediately.

This made Xu Qingyang not very sure, so he could only give up his plan to perform a minor surgery. In addition, he also comprehensively scanned Han Li's other data, but did not find any specific material called spiritual root. This thing is quite abstract, but As long as there is one, you can find it, and it will not be too late to study it slowly in the future.

Ignoring this, Han Li shook his head and refused.

Not only was he poisoned, but deep down in his heart, he still had the last trace of hope for Doctor Mo, and even some kind of emotion.

"Brother Xu, if you don't take action, just pretend that nothing happened. If you do,"

What else can you say before you start? It's over.

After a brief discussion, Han Li walked into the valley alone, and the small sparrows in the sky flew away. Xu Qingyang seemed to be aware of it and looked up.

"My good disciple, you are quite trustworthy!"

"It's just too dishonest. You think you can threaten me by hiring a foreign aid."

Han Li panicked, but immediately held it back.

After Doctor Mo finished speaking, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate his disciple's heart. Unfortunately, Han Li was no longer the kid who could be easily fooled back then. It was not that easy to deceive him.

"Master Mo, my disciple didn't ask for any outside help. Now that I'm back, should I give me the antidote?"

"If my disciple dies, who will help you with your exercises and heal your injuries?"

"Hehe, don't be in a hurry!"

Doctor Mo stretched out his hand, motioning for Han Li to come forward, then grabbed his wrist and checked it. His face gradually showed joy, and then suddenly changed his face and grabbed Han Li with his backhand.

Unexpectedly, Han Li's hands were as oily as loaches and he disappeared in a flash.

"Iron Slave, catch him!"

Han Li turned around and saw that the giant man whose back had always been familiar to him had blocked the way out of the door, and his tall body was attacking him like a demon.

"Bang!!"

As the giant man took a step forward, he flew to the side in the air.

Along the way, I smashed countless things. In the end, the force continued unabated. I knocked down the stone wall on the side in one breath, revealing a secret room. Han Li opened his mouth and froze on the spot.

Not to mention Dr. Mo, his hair stood on end and his scalp was numb.

"Are you a cultivator?"

No wonder he asked so directly. With just one kick, he kicked the puppet created by the immortal cultivator's corpse refining technique into such a state that it was absolutely impossible for an ordinary warrior.

"Cackle, cluck, cluck~"

Xu Qingyang twisted his neck, but he didn't have time to move his muscles just now.

To be honest, he didn't know how strong he was now, how high his fighting ability was, and what level he was at. He seemed to have used a little more strength just now, so he didn't accidentally kick Han Li's iron.

Forget it, I can't control that much...

"Doctor Mo, you don't need to introduce yourself. Xu is very busy. Don't waste your time. Get the antidote, and then"

"Die now!"

Doctor Mo's face was gloomy. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye. This is his only way to survive now. He said coldly: "Your Excellency is powerful, but if you want me to bow down and obey your orders, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid you talk too much!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qingyang disappeared and reappeared, Doctor Mo was lifted in the air.

"Junior Brother Han, do you have any last words?"

Han Li was dazed throughout the whole process. None of the methods he had prepared so hard seemed to be in use. He didn't even know what he was doing.

You know that Brother Xu's strength is so terrifying, so why bother?

Just when he was dull, Xu Qingyang judged that he had no last words. To be cautious, he put a little force on his hand, and with a "click", Doctor Mo passed away.

"Warning, psychic field attack"

Following the intelligent prompt, a green light ball flew out from Doctor Mo's eyebrows.

Seeing Xu Qingyang, he shot over at an incredible speed. Xu Qingyang also remembered the rampant laughter in his mind: "Hahahaha, boy, bring me the body!!"

As soon as the lingering sound faded, the voice turned into panic.

"No you're not..."

At the same time, Xu Qingyang's head felt a little swollen and painful. With a thought, his energy and blood vibrated, and his mental energy condensed, as if something had been squeezed out.

This guy dares to seize his body.

You must know that he has no cultivation at all, let alone wood spirit roots.

According to the description in the original book, it is impossible to seize the body of an object without mana cultivation, let alone without spiritual roots. The key is that a weak and incomplete soul dares to pursue his idea of ​​​​physical cultivation with overwhelming energy.

"Call for death!!"

Make a fist with five fingers and raise your hand to break through the sound barrier.

"Boom~"

The air wave exploded, and the light ball was blown away and hit the wall inside the house.

"No, spare my life!!"

Xu Qingyang looked at his hand, and it seemed that he had been hit, but there was no feeling of impact. The pure body could not hurt the soul, and the strength was still not enough.

Han Li had already reacted and reached out and took out a bottle.

It contains a huge poison he prepared, which is much stronger than the most powerful poison in the world.

He didn't know what to use to deal with such evil things, but Xu Qingyang shouted: "Don't move, let me try it first, labor and management still don't believe that I can't kill him with a hammer!"

After saying that, the energy and blood were flowing, and a layer of faint red mist enveloped the palms.

The so-called qi and blood carry his strong collection of essence, energy, and spirit. Recently, he has been focusing on this direction a little bit. It is not possible to release it externally, but it is possible to make it cover the body surface after concentrating his thoughts. The green ball of light was stunned. The guy had no intention of communicating, so he rushed up and slapped him. It is true that physical attacks cannot hurt the soul, but the air waves that tear through the air can, not to mention the strong concentration of spiritual energy from physical training.

After the slap, the green ball shattered into pieces.