The Ancestor of Body Repair

"Xiao Du, the purple heart poisonous weed you said is under this abyss?" Lu Kun stood on the edge of a steep black cliff, teasing the surrounding pale black mist with his hands, and said.

Standing next to him, Du An, his skin was covered with a layer of purple plaster, which looked very funny. Du An carefully smeared the ointment on his lips, and said inarticulately: "Well, yes, master..."

On the other side, Zhao Qingtian and the little monkey, sucking in the black mist, visceral mana and demon spirit power surged endlessly, with expressions of pain and happiness on their faces.

Lu Kun took a deep breath, felt a little pain from his internal organs, and sighed: "As expected of the abyss of resentment, this thin and poisonous miasma on the outermost periphery can cause damage to my internal organs."

When Du An was talking, he had already covered his entire head with purple ointment, and he said respectfully:

"Master, this purple-hearted poisonous miasma is so poisonous that it can even corrode the aura shield of immortal cultivators. In addition, there is no spiritual energy in the abyss, so the abyss of resentment is completely forbidden for immortal cultivators."

"Even with the magic power of the cultivator at the stage of forming a pill, it is not enough to travel back and forth to the abyss. After all, the further down you go, the more concentrated the purple heart poisonous miasma, and the faster the shield consumes. Only the ointment specially made by my Holy Poison Sect can resist this. Wait for the poisonous miasma."

Lu Kun touched his chin and said, "We've been here for a while, and I haven't met any other immortal cultivator. Your ointment is rare in the Holy Poison Sect, right?"

Du An said: "Yes master, this ointment can only be refined by the uncle in the sect formation stage. If the disciple of the foundation stage wants to buy it, it will cost a lot of contribution points. Fortunately, in the poison refining inheritance I got, there is this kind of ointment. The refining method of ointment."

Lu Kun smiled and said: "This is your chance, but I didn't expect that the inheritance of poison refining you obtained was originally a part of the holy poison art, and the two complement each other. Now only the purple heart poisonous grass is needed, and your poisonous magic power can be completely transformed. It's a success."

Du An's expression was a little excited: "Yeah, with the Purple Heart Poison Grass, combined with the inheritance of poison refining and the Holy Poison Art, you can successfully transform the magic power of the Ten Poisons."

"The Holy Poison Art only records how to use magic power to refine the poison, but it doesn't mention which poisonous weeds are most suitable to use, while the poison-refining inheritance describes in detail the poisonous weeds that best match the magic power."

"With the cooperation of the two, the conversion success rate of the Ten Poison Magic Power has greatly increased."

Du An is Lu Kun's servant. Lu Kun naturally has seen this sacred poison art and the inheritance of poison refining, and his eyes reveal a look of interest:

"The foundation-building stage of the Holy Poison Art is to gradually refine ten poisons with magic power to form ten poisonous magic powers. At the time of the final breakthrough, the ten poisonous magic pills are condensed, and the pill-forming stage continues to refine the poisons until the pill-forming stage is completed and a hundred poisonous demons are formed. Dan."

"In the end, Dan broke into an infant, producing a unique power of a hundred poisons, tsk tsk, this kind of exercise is really interesting."

Du An said with a look of yearning: "It is said that the three sacred poisons of this sect are the top poisons developed by the three seniors who once entered the Nascent Soul stage, based on their own power of hundred poisons."

"Later, for some reason, the poison refining heritage of the Holy Poison Sect was lost, which made the practice of the Holy Poison Art full of risks, and the chance of death from poisoning greatly increased. Therefore, many disciples of the foundation-building stage were taken by the elders to test the poison."

Du An said in awe: "Master Sha, the elder you killed is the one of the three sacred poisons, the Xuanming Rotten Poison, which was refined by chance, and this is how the Holy Poison Art has been cultivated to the realm of the late stage of the formation of elixir."

Lu Kun showed a bit of surprise: "It's no wonder that your Holy Poison Sect hasn't sent a Nascent Soul cultivator for so many years. It turns out that there is a lack of the town school practice."

After thinking for a while, he looked at Zhao Qingtian and the little monkey, whose faces were slightly pale, and said with a smile: "You guys should hold your breath, if you keep breathing the purple heart poisonous miasma, I'm afraid you haven't reached the bottom yet, the mana and demon spirit power in your body. It's exhausted."

"Squeak!" Xiao Jin grinned and ran up to Lu Kun's shoulder.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingtian also stopped breathing and said regretfully, "Hey, if the spiritual energy here is sufficient, it will definitely be a holy place for body cultivation during the scorching period."

Lu Kun laughed and scolded: "You kid is not satisfied yet. We have already collected a lot of poison refining materials. When Xiao Du refines the poison, the effect will be much better than the poisonous miasma here."

Suddenly, he murmured lightly: "The old guy is not slow, he is already following, let's go down too."

Zhao Qingtian heard the words, his face was solemn, his hand flashed slightly, and the silver dragon spirit shuttle appeared on the edge of the cliff.

...

Just a quarter of an hour after Lu Kun and the others flew into the abyss, an old woman wearing a black robe and a light green shield appeared on the edge of the cliff. Her magic power was surging, and there were fluctuations in the initial stage of the formation of elixir.

The old woman closed her eyes, sensed the aura left on the cliff, and said to herself, "A base-building cultivator with wood-attribute mana, a fourth-level peak monster, and a late-stage base-building demon cultivator? Such a strange combination."

"But where did they get the purple grudge paste?"

The old woman frowned and patted the black robe. The robe flashed with inspiration and turned purple in a blink of an eye, wrapping her entire body, even covering her eyes, nose, and mouth.

Then the old woman put away the magic shield outside her body and flew into the abyss.

...

In the far west of the Western State, deep in the famous Gray Ze Valley.

In the hall of a certain cave house in the Holy Poison Sect, there are five men and women sitting cross-legged. They either have weird hair color or have blue spots on their faces. They all look very ugly. above breath.

An old man with gray hair and dark spots on his face suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Senior brothers, Brother Sha's life card is broken, and his soul is destroyed. It seems that he really fell in the secret realm of One Yuan."

"Brother Sha is the only one among us who refines the three holy poisons. He fell and died. I am afraid that some sects in Xizhou will attack our holy poison sect."

A one-eyed middle-aged man next to him heard the words and snorted coldly, "Although our Holy Poison Sect hasn't produced a Nascent Soul monk for thousands of years, it is still intact so far. The Great Poison Array is not a vegetarian."

The black-spotted old man shook his head and said, "Junior brother, attacking from the front, the old man is not worried at all, I am afraid that these people will use Brother Sha's forbidden tokens to sneak into the sect."

"Also, I heard that there have been a lot of purchases of poison-making materials recently. It seems that someone wants to practice poison-making techniques. It is very likely that Senior Brother Sha's poison-making techniques have leaked out."

The one-eyed man frowned and said, "Junior Sister Feng has already gone to investigate, and there should be results when she returns."

The black-spotted old man was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed. A flash of light flashed in his hand, and a square token of several inches in size appeared, with the word "Feng" vaguely written on it, and a huge crack was cracked on the token. gap.

"Junior Sister Feng!"

"How come, Junior Sister Feng has also fallen!"

"I was killed within the scope of the Holy Poison Sect. Could it be that a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage made a move?"

After seeing the broken token, the expressions of the cultivators present at the stage of forming pills changed greatly.

The black-spotted old man held the Divine Soul token and said with an ugly expression: "It seems that someone is going to deal with our Holy Poison Sect. Brothers, we must find a way to deal with it."

"We can't do a strong attack. The enemy is likely to sneak in. Our major restrictions remain unchanged, and several types of highly poisonous are added on the original basis. This way, even if someone uses Junior Brother Sha's array to come in, they will be poisoned."

"From now on, the heart-devouring poison that the new disciples take will be more poisonous, and they must be swallowed before entering the Ash Valley."

Next, the five erysipelas cultivators began to discuss various ways to defend against the invasion of foreign enemies. The Holy Poison Sect could survive for thousands of years without Nascent Soul cultivators. Naturally, there were various ways to deal with it.

But they didn't know that the enemy who was going to attack the Holy Poison Sect this time was a different type of immortal cultivator they had never encountered before...