Chapter 312 I am the Poison King

Farewell to the three of them, Yang Fan flew north all the way, and his destination was Yuan Wuming Xianglin and the opening of the Nine Netherworld.

Of course, he had helped many people in Tianxing Pavilion after staying in Xiuyu Pavilion for a day. Yang Fan gave them many rare spiritual pills and several sets of advanced martial arts. These two were dreams of Tianxingzhou and the other three as casual cultivators.

Yang Fan believes that with the help of these immortal cultivation resources, Li Yueshuang and Huang Yu will most likely enter the period of concentration. As long as they have great perseverance and hard work, it is not impossible to achieve the foundation-building in their lifetime.

Flying along the way, Yang Fan's speed reached the peak of the foundation-building stage.

After confirming that no one was following or spying, the Xiangyun boots under his feet trembled and the silver light flashed, which immediately doubled his speed.

This speed has crossed the barriers between low- and high-level ones, and is not much slower than the previous Zhuo Jing and Xu Feng.

Yang Fan felt the pleasure of this high-speed flight and couldn't help but think: "Now I have the high-level soul realm of the Golden Pill, and with the dragon blood obtained in the 'Nine Nether Valley', you can consider refining this boot, which may awaken some of its magical powers."

The three-level peak dragon in the abyss of Jiuyou Valley has all the parts of its body kept by Yang Fan. Of course, except that the dragon pill was swallowed by the Glazed Cold Crystal Snake.

Yang Fan also collected several bottles of blood from the dragon. He heard in Kyoto that the mysterious Oriental Medicine Master said that he wanted the blood of a divine beast, and that he could awaken the boots and inspire magical powers. Even if it was a little thin, there was hope. Although the dragon was not a divine beast, it also contained extremely thin bloodlines of true dragons.

Well, by the way, there is also the Glazed Cold Crystal Snake.

Although this snake is not a divine beast, its strength is definitely stronger than a dragon of the same level, and may be comparable to a divine beast.

"If you add its blood to it..."

Yang Fan nodded secretly, as if he had great hope to awaken other magical powers and powers of "Xiangyun Boots".

Under the high-speed flight, Yang Fan arrived at his destination in a moment.

Compared with half a year ago, the current Jiuyou Secret Realm is deserted, leaving only a pothole, and there are no traces of monks.

Not only that, the black hole shadow barrier formed by the original vast demonic energy and mysterious formation also disappeared.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Secret Realm, which had covered a radius of hundreds of miles, was only a forest, which was the original nameless forest.

"The nameless forest... Everything has returned to its original state. It seems that the 'Nine Nether Secret Realm' has come to an end. It will take at least two hundred years to open the next time."

Yang Fan murmured to himself.

At this moment, he recalled the many difficulties and dangers in the Jiuyou Secret Realm and the thrilling battles in Jiuyou Square, as well as the stunning conspiracy in the Blood Sun Palace...

Thinking about it now, the few months in that secret realm were like a real dream.

"In the seven realms of heaven and earth, any creature with the 'wheel blood bead' has hope to get the 'reverse god-transforming blood' I refined. Those who get it will be able to become the most perfect creature in the world and have the infinite possibilities to create the supreme of the seven realms..."

The sound in the dark seemed to have been deeply imprinted in Yang Fan's soul and will never be erased forever.

Although the Nine Nether Secret Realm is over, Yang Fan has an extremely strong feeling that it will not really end, it will only come to an end for a while.

Perhaps one day in the future, it will reappear again.

Black Crystal Demon Spirit Corpse, Nine Wheel Blood Sun, Eight Strongest Divine Beasts Blood Emperor, Nine Nether Demon Emperor, Reverse God Transformation Blood...

All the secrets or conspiracy of all these may be revealed one day in the future.

"The Nine Netherworld Secret Realm...The Nameless Netherworld... There is nothing to be left to nostalgic about here."

Yang Fan stayed here for a while, then stepped on a layer of green light and flew in another direction.

It was not his main purpose to come here, but just to take a look, even the previous Xiuyu Pavilion was the same.

His real destination is not here, but in a nearby village - Yihe Village.

After half an hour of flying, Yang Fan finally found the peaceful village isolated from the world, with small bridges and flowing water.

It was two and a half years since then, and nothing here has changed: peace and calm, you can see a few wisps of smoke from cooking, and occasionally hear a few barking dogs.

He came to "Yihe Village" not only to fulfill his original promise, but also to find out the identity of the hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man may be the "poison king" mentioned by Mr. Mu and Zhuo Jing.

The Phantom Spirit Bloodsucking Snake Whip in his hand was a protective object given by the hunchbacked old man. When he was fighting with Zhuo Jing, the other party exclaimed the name of "Poison King".

Moreover, the hunchbacked old man himself also has extraordinary medical attainments, and his erudition is only comparable to the silver-haired old man in Yaoxian Valley.

This time, Yang Fan came to Yihe Village with an inexplicable mood.

He recalled his life in Yihe Village for a month. At that time, the hunchbacked old man taught him carefully, and Miss Luoshui also took good care of him. The two were as close as brother and sister.

The words of the hunchbacked old man before leaving were vivid in Yang Fan's mind.

"This jade slip records my medical experience and experience in this life. Some rare seeds of medicine are sealed in the jade bottle, and it is useless to keep them here. If you have the conditions and have enough life span, you can plant them, thereby giving birth to a batch of rare herbs and treasures of heaven and earth."

"As for this black whip, it is an auxiliary spiritual weapon with extraordinary efficacy. It was once my personal magic weapon a long time ago and it was also given to you for self-defense."

"You accept it. I don't want nothing if I do this. If you can advance to the concentrating stage within three years, you will come to "Yihe Village" again. Only then will I devote all my true learning in this life and even the treasures I have collected in my hands will be given to you."

Let me ask, would such a kind old man be the poison king who is so vicious as Mr. Mu?

Regardless of whether the hunchbacked old man is the poison king or not, Yang Fan must come here. Otherwise, he will have to wait for the next time when he visits here in person.

After walking into the village, Yang Fan suddenly heard several dog barking.

He smiled slightly, and the natural friendly aura of Xianhong Jue was emitted, allowing these local dogs to lick his trouser legs.

Yang Fan ignored them and walked straight to the hunchbacked old man's home.

It was still that ordinary courtyard. As soon as I arrived at the door, I happened to see Luo Shui walking out of it.

After not seeing each other for two and a half years, Luo Shui was born with a pure and graceful appearance, and the simple and natural aura of Zhong Ling's unique appearance is still there.

"You..." Luo Shui was slightly stunned when he saw Yang Fan, and then shouted in surprise: "Brother Yang, are you back?"

"Haha, Sister Luoshui, you have grown a lot taller and become more beautiful."

Yang Fan said with a sarcastic look on his face.

He spent a month in Yihe Village, and his relationship with Luoshui was like a brother and sister.

"Hmph, Brother Yang comes to make fun of Shui'er again." Luo Shui pounced on Yang Fan's arms, with tears of joy in his eyes.

"Hahaha, hurry up and I'll go in and meet seniors."

Yang Fan laughed silently.

"Grandpa, grandpa, Brother Yang is back..."

Luo Shui was as happy as a deer, running into the house first.

"Ahem...you're finally here."

A staggering figure walked out of the side room and was an old and lame man, no different from the past.

If you really want to talk about the difference, it is that it looks older and weaker than before.

"senior……"

Yang Fan's feelings were extremely complicated, and at this time he also abandoned the other party's identity and many doubts.

"Sit down."

The hunchbacked old man bowed and asked Yang Fan to sit down and make tea after falling into the water.

"It's been two and a half years, and you're finally here. I promised that within three years, if you have the opportunity to advance to concentrate, I will devote all my true learning in this life, and even the treasures I have collected in my hand will be given to you."

The hunchbacked old man's turbid eyes began to observe Yang Fan and asked:

"It's been three years, I wonder how much you have achieved?"

Yang Fan was swept away by the turbid eyes of the hunchbacked old man and suddenly felt a feeling of being penetrated.

He couldn't help but unfold his senses and explore the reality of the hunchbacked old man.

As a result, he found that the cultivation of the hunchbacked old man was simply unfathomable.

Even though Yang Fan now has the advanced soul realm of Jindan, he still can't see through the other party.

When he was shocked, the hunchbacked old man showed surprise and ecstasy on his face, staring at Yang Fan with infinite colors flashing in his eyes: "You not only advanced to concentrate, but also successfully built the foundation..."

"I really surprised me. Such a genius is one of the few who can look at Yuyang."

The hunchbacked old man looked happy.

"Senior, I'm here this time, there are three main things." Yang Fan said with a peaceful heart and a calm face.

“The first thing is to fulfill the promise.”

The hunchbacked old man nodded: "This is what he should."

"The second thing, I also want to try it out, whether it can cure the injuries of my senior."

"Haha, I'm not a little bit, but I can let you try."

The hunchbacked old man said lightly that he did not believe that a low-level pharmacist could cure his injuries.

"The third thing is about the identity of seniors..."

A glimmer flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

"I am just a seclusion man. What is my identity?" The hunchbacked old man smiled, but his expression was a bit unnatural.

"Thanks to the protective whip given by my senior. A few days ago, I went to the 'Pharmacie Valley'. Do you know this hidden sect?"

Yang Fan's tone suddenly strengthened a little.
To be continued...