Chapter 27 All Poisons Return to the Sect

The white-haired old man pressed the table with both hands and stood up suddenly. He looked at the big golden package and kept saying, "Yes...Yes..." He was untiing the package on the table while talking. Looking at that look, he was really impatient!

The big golden package finally opened, but the old man with white hair was stunned for a moment. The big package that looked bulging on the outside was empty inside.

The old man with white hair was about to ask what was going on, but a light red smoke suddenly rose from the empty package. The smoke penetrated into the nostrils of the old man with lightning speed. The old man with white hair was shocked and his body retreated several feet away. His white hair was dispersed in disarray, completely covering his blurry face. He knew that he was poisoned, and he was infected with a very domineering poison - Wandu Guizong! Although Wandu Guizong had no medicine to relieve, the old man with the cultivation level of the old man with white hair could still force the poison out of his body. If he wanted to escape from here, no one could stop him here. He could fly in the sky and "teleport" on the ground. As a primary divine beast, his teleportation could reach three miles. If a divine beast really wanted

Few people can stop him when escaping. The white-haired old man knew that the safest way was to escape immediately, but he did not. Although he practiced into a human form, he still had the stubbornness and willfulness of the leopard beast in his bones. In his mind, "escape" was a synonym for extremely shame. He only ran away once in his life, for his adopted son, Zhao Meixue, the founding emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. At that time, he didn't want to argue with those ministers. He knew his temper and was afraid that he would not be able to take action. Although the ministers were unreasonable, they were Zhao Meixue's ministers after all, and the Great Zhao Empire could not live without them. This time, he was facing a villain who was treasonable and secretly harming others. How could he let him go easily? Even if he died together, he would do whatever he could.

Xin Sanhu laughed: "You are always scammers, how can you compare with me in your head?"

The old man with white hair didn't say anything, and now he was useless to say anything. The only thing he had to do was kill Xin Sanhu, and then find a safe place to force out the poison in his body. The soldiers were so fast that he had to do all this in the shortest time. He had heard of the power of Wan Poisons Returning to the Sect. If he delayed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The white-haired old man had launched an offensive desperately. Although he had just entered the primary level of the divine beast, it would be very terrible if he had launched an attack with all his might.

Xin Sanhu did not hide, so he forced himself to catch the palm that was coming towards him. If he didn't take this palm, the palace would be likely to collapse. Xin Sanhu's slender palm as thin as a bird's claw collided with the pale palm of the white-haired old man.

Zhao Xiaofeng held his palms tightly. He knew the spectacular and tragic battle. But strangely, it was not as loud as he imagined that the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Xin Sanhu and the white-haired old man were standing quietly, with their palms facing each other, as if two old friends who had been familiar with each other for many years were celebrating each other. But Zhao Xiaofeng knew that this was a life-and-death battle against each other.

Zhao Xiaofeng had already felt the huge pressure coming from the sky. He couldn't help but retreat several steps. Due to the increase in the Demon Sword Pool, Zhao Xiaofeng's current martial arts cultivation has reached the Zhongling Realm. Although it is in the early stage of the Zhongling Realm, he can still be regarded as a master. But in front of Xin Sanhu and the old man with white hair, he is still an insignificant little character. Han Bing's martial arts cultivation is in the late stage of the Zhongling Realm. Although he is much higher than Zhao Xiaofeng, he can't stand the huge pressure. Xiao Liu and Lao Ma's martial arts cultivation are still at the lowest level of the young spirit realm. They can't stand firmly, and they don't know how many falls and roll out with blood.

The victory or defeat is about to be decided, because the white-haired old man's hands were already trembling, his whole body was trembling, and his head was tilted like a sea of ​​waves.

Xin Sanhu suddenly spoke: "You and I could have fought against Sanji, but it's a pity that you were hit by Wandu Guizong from Wandu Sect." He sneered and continued: "The Wandu Guizong I used is much more powerful than the legendary one. It is the latest formula, specially used to deal with big fools like you."

The white-haired old man trembled even harder. He found that he had made a big mistake - he underestimated the Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect too much! The Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect is not ordinary domineering. He has cultivated to the primary level of a divine beast, and his martial arts cultivation can definitely be comparable to the human Holy Spirit Realm. Unexpectedly, with his own internal strength, he could not suppress the poison of the Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect. If it were an ordinary poison, he could resolve it in an instant. He never expected that the Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect's poison was so powerful. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he had already thought of death.

Xin Sanhu was sure to win, and he gritted his teeth and his palm power increased sharply.

The white-haired old man fell out on his back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Xin Sanhu did not give the other party any chance to breathe. The slender palm as thin as bird's claws suddenly stretched out and grabbed the white-haired old man's chest. Five slender fingers suddenly popped out five sharp nails, stabbing the white-haired old man's chest like five sharp knives. His other hand had sealed the white-haired old man's retreat.

The blood in the white-haired old man's mouth blew wildly, and his blurry face gradually turned into a leopard face, and in a moment he turned into a monster with a leopard head and human body.

Xin Sanhu laughed: "It's a pity that you had just become a little bit human, and I was beaten back to my original form at once. I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity that someone offered a high price to ask for your head."

The white-haired old man took several steps back and asked vaguely: "Who wants you to kill me?"

Xin Sanhu smiled and shook his head: "I am a professional killer. Killers also have killer rules. How can they easily reveal the secrets of their customers?" He looked at the white-haired old man's violently trembling hands and sighed: "You and I have been together for hundreds of years. Although we are not old friends, at least we are old acquaintances. I feel uncomfortable killing you today." As he spoke, he wanted to shed a few tears, but unfortunately, he didn't even have a single tear.

The white-haired old man laughed to the sky: "Do you want my divine core?"

Xin Sanhu smiled and said, "I know that you call yourself a divine beast, and your actual cultivation is still on the dividing line between the super spirit beast and the primary level of the divine beast. The divine core has just begun to have a contour. You can neither leave your body nor attack... If you give me the divine core, I can make an exception. Not only can you tell you who is going to kill you, but you can also let you go... What do you think?" After he finished speaking, his red eyes stared at the white-haired old man tightly.

The white-haired old man sighed and wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth: "I can give you the divine core, but you have to tell me first who wants you to kill me."

Xin Sanhu smiled: "This is easy, but I can't be sure if you have a divine core?"

The white-haired old man sneered: "Maybe you don't know that from the beginning of the spirit beast, you can condense the qi and nucleus into a nucleus. The nucleus of the spirit beast is called the spirit core, and the nucleus of the divine beast is called the divine core. However, the nucleus of the spirit beast cannot be separated from the body. Once it leaves the body, the nucleus of the qi will be dispersed. The nucleus of the divine beast can not only leave the body, but also has an attack power equivalent to the divine beast itself." As he spoke, he groped in front of his chest with his trembling hands, as if he was looking for something.

Xin Sanhu's red eyes were shining: "A divine core has the same attack power as the divine beast. If he got the divine core of this leopard beast, what kind of situation would it be? If his attack power is superimposed with the attack power of the leopard beast, then the power..." He couldn't imagine what kind of power it was, and he felt excited when he thought about it.

The white-haired old man was extremely weak. He felt that "Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect" had burned all his internal organs. He now had no strength to escape. The only thing he wanted to do now was to self-destruct! Self-destruct the divine core and destroy the soul. Even if he died, he would not hand over the divine core to this despicable and shameless villain. He concentrated all his life's strength on his palm. He was ready, and his palm suddenly moved away, and then used all his strength to hit his chest.

Xin Sanhu was still immersed in that beautiful imagination, and he didn't even know what the white-haired old man wanted to do.

The white-haired old man's palm suddenly hit his chest. If the self-destruction is successful, his strength will increase several times in an instant. If so, he can kill Xin Sanhu with one hand! He has accumulated all his strength in this palm. His purpose is not to kill people, but to commit suicide. Because the divine core of the divine beast explodes and the soul is destroyed, it will be a disaster. With his primary divine beast's cultivation, he will never have the chance to be resurrected again.

Zhao Xiaofeng wanted to rush over, but he could no longer move forward. A huge force wrapped him up, and he felt difficult to breathe. He felt that this huge pressure did not come from the old man with white hair or Xin Sanhu, but from the huge metal coffin. What's going on? Is there a top master hidden in the coffin?

The white-haired old man's palm suddenly hit his chest. But just as his palm was about to fall, all the strength he had gathered suddenly disappeared. He raised his head in surprise and saw a cold face. There was no expression on this cold face, as if he was wearing a mask.

"Hanbing? Is it you?" The white-haired old man looked at Hanbing in surprise, "Is it you the person Xin Sanhu is talking about?"

Han Bing sneered and said, "Not bad! I spent 500,000 gold coins to kill you!"

The white-haired old man stared at Han Bing in a daze. After a long time, he sighed: "I only now understand that you asked me to come out of the mountain, not to ask me to serve the Great Zhao Empire, but to kill me."

Xin Sanhu walked over slowly with a proud look on his face: "This is what we planned."

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