Lei Chongfeng, disguised by Meng Zhao, did not move at all. Yan Libing and the two Lei masters had an idea at this time. As a generation of martial arts masters, the horse-faced ghost was powerful and even worse than the poison king hidden in the dark.

If the horse-faced ghost is defeated, they will definitely be unable to escape. Therefore, no matter how reluctant they are, they must act as the horse-faced ghost and find the true body of the poison king as soon as possible, either kill it or delay the other party and create a chance for the horse-faced ghost to win.

There will definitely be unimaginable dangers in this. No one knows how much strength the poison king hidden in the dark has used to deal with the horse-faced ghost. If it still has the strength, these people will still die for a lifetime.

But now, the arrow is on the string, and I have to fire it. If I fight, I still have the possibility of survival. If I don’t fight, I will only die.

Therefore, the few people didn't care about anything else and searched for the place of the poison king who might be hidden in the dark, especially Yan Libing. He had a trump card in his hand and could even deal with the grandmaster. If a poison king was found by him, he could wipe it out.

However, this poison king is very strange. He can control endless poisonous insects to deal with them with his will and magical powers, but he does not have any sense of existence, as if there is no such thing as the so-called poison king.

Yan Libing was knowledgeable and a little anxious at this time, and asked,

"I wonder if the Lei family came to this poison cave last time, did there be any information about the poison king?"

The two of the Lei family, including Meng Zhao, were shaking their heads. In fact, Meng Zhao nodded vaguely.

He cultivated himself into the soul and felt extremely sensitive to the aura of qi and breath. He had outlined a huge dark aura, hidden in a certain place, but it was somewhat plausible, giving him the feeling of being a thing that had a tail-breaking life.

That huge aura may be just a trap, the real poison king, because of the blessing of this poison cave space, even if a person with a successful soul cannot easily find it.

Yan Libing was also a little helpless. Even if he had the means to erase the true body of the Poison King, if he could not find the Poison King, he would be useless.

"Forget it, let's take out all the dry soul and gather it together. I may think of a way to lure out the true body of the poison king."

After thinking for a while, Yan Libing didn't know whether this idea could be feasible, but at the end of his life, he was desperate and had to give it a try.

Meng Zhao and the Lei family did not hesitate at all. At this moment, no matter how precious the treasure is, it is still false if it is useless, and it is better to take a try.

This dry soul was consumed by the continuous battles of a group of people and the repeated detoxifications. At this time, the few people held each other together, but they were only the size of a fist.

Yan Libing kneaded with both hands, kneaded the clay-like dry soul marrow into a round dough shape, and then forced out a black and white blood from the middle finger of his right hand, and slowly dripped into the dry soul marrow.

The moment the two came into contact, the dry soul like a round dough turned into a blood-red color, and the pungent bloody smell was extremely strong. I was afraid that hundreds of people would not die without such a weather.

The two of the Lei family saw it strangely, but Meng Zhao was thinking.

This Yan Libing is not a special physique, but he is also gifted with a natural demonic heart, which also creates the Confucian sect's bloody heart.

In this way, the demonic heart and the Confucian heart flow together and are listed in his body, one is entity and the other is illusory, but they both contain mysterious and powerful power.

The heart is the origin of qi and blood. Because of the existence of this demonic heart and Confucian heart, Yan Libing's own bloodline was also affected and alienated, so the blood appeared in black and white.

The essence and blood have also begun to produce magical powers, containing clearly unpredictable power of creation.

If one day, Yan Libing can become a master, a grand master, a god, or even a god or a demon, he will be able to produce a new special physique and bloodline from nothing to something, and his potential cannot be underestimated.

At this time, the essence and blood that contain abnormal power fell into the marrow of the dry soul, a precious detoxification treasure born in the poison cave, was like a meeting of golden wind and jade dew, which was better than countless people in the world, and also produced a power beyond specifications.

This is a treasure that is most likely to be necessary for poisons.

This is also a method that is not used to attract the appearance of the poison king hidden in the dark.

Just as this strong bloody smell spread throughout the poison cave space, a sound like a baby crying suddenly sounded from the hearts of several people, making their scalp numb, and they fell into a strange feeling of extreme fear, despair, loss, and wishing to commit suicide immediately, except Meng Zhao.

The moment he heard this cry, Meng Zhao was happy, because the cry actually caused the restlessness of the feathered insects in his body.

This is really an unprecedented phenomenon.

He was full of mysterious creations and countless opportunities, but he had to admit that this feathered insect was among the top few.

With this insect beside me, Meng Zhao spontaneously installed a perpetually moving Nine Transformation Magical Art of the Heavenly Silkworm, which contains the feathered flying immortals, constantly transforming and improving, until the ultimate leap and looking at the supreme realm of the starry sky.

However, in the past two years, the feathered insects have rarely changed. Because Meng Zhao's martial arts are so powerful and his trump cards, it is really difficult to fall into a state of lifelessness, or even lifelessness without death. Naturally, it does not conform to the true meaning of the heavenly silkworms in cocoons, living towards death, and transforming between life and death.

This is actually an inevitable necessity for all people who practice similar martial arts or similar to fortune.

When you are weak, you will go through life and death for several years, and you will be able to transform and grow quickly.

But in the later stage, if you have high martial arts skills, it will be difficult to transform again.

At this moment, because of the baby-like crying in one's life, it actually caused the abnormal movement of the worms in the body. How could Meng Zhao not be excited?

This shows that the owner of this baby cry should be able to promote, touch, and enhance the elevation of the feathered insect.

With Meng Zhao’s current cultivation and realm, if the heavenly silkworm transforms and the butterfly transforms, how terrifying should he grow to?

It should be impossible for gods and demons to improve the power of the soul to gain a god, or even the strongest realm of true gods, it is absolutely possible.

More importantly, after the transformation of the butterfly, Meng Zhao's improvement is in all aspects, with all physical body, bloodline, endowment, and skills.

Therefore, Meng Zhao's original owner of the crying sound of the baby was determined to win.

As for Yan Libing and two other Lei family masters, they almost had to use their strength to kill themselves under the crying.

The two of the Lei family had no power of resistance at all, and they actually killed themselves. Their heads were like watermelons that had been smashed, scattered all over the ground, and their breath was gone.

Because of the abnormality of the demon heart and the Confucian heart, Yan Libing resisted slightly stronger, and soon abandoned the strange sound from his spiritual consciousness.
Chapter completed!