So as soon as I saw the porcelain bottle, I immediately thought of poisoning.

But the situation in front of you is not ordinary.

There are so many masters in the sixth level and seventh level. What poison can poison them?

"Senior, is it really reliable to poison it?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"Don't worry, the old Taoist poison is different. It can't kill people, but it can make them toxic. It's called [Three-Ran Xiaoyao San]. If you touch it a little, you will have to be free for three days."

The old Taoist priest showed a thought-provoking smile on his face.

"Can you deal with the seventh-level master?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up.

"Don't worry, the little donor, a seventh-level master is more than enough. If you add some ingredients, it may not be possible to poison the God King."

The monk on one side suddenly laughed.

Can you poison the God King?

“What ingredients should I add?”

Zhang Yuan was surprised.

"Ahem..."

The monk used his eyes to signal the black crow.

The yellow cow muttered, "You don't want to use a drop of blood from this strange bird, do you?"

"Amitabha, I didn't say anything."

The monk clasped his hands together.

Zhang Yuan came over and looked at the black crow and said, "Dead bird, come here and give two drops of blood."

"Guagua... believe it or not, I summoned a thunder tribulation to kill you?"

The black crow shouted.

"Don't make trouble, we are thinking about justice on earth. At worst, we can find a way to compensate you in the future."

Zhang Yuan said.

"Quagu... Damn Big Bald, I will curse you to become a big belly sooner or later."

The black crow shouted.

The monk's face was covered in cold sweat.
Chapter completed!