The airship gallops in the mountains.

"Kunhao, hold it back, it's almost there, it'll be here in a while!"

"It's early, I haven't left Songshan yet-wow..."

Looking at the boy who was vomiting blood on the passenger seat, Zhuanyang's mind was buzzing.

He thought of waiting in place and contacting officials from Songshan County Government.

But recalling the recent years of officials in Songshan County, he gave up this idea.

Not safe!

The people in Songshan County can’t believe it!

Although Queen Li was still guarding Tiansong, the Divine Emperor mobilized people from several other tribes of the Kunwu clan. As far as Zhuanyang knows, there are many officials in Songshan County who support the eldest prince and the third prince.

Peng Yu gritted his teeth and activated the Taoist Qi. The divine poison in his body could destroy his magic power step by step like a destruction of destruction.

The true energy goes back several times and spits out a lot of poisonous blood. The blood spit out cannot be left in the driver's seat, and must be carefully collected in a container.

and--

It hurts a lot!

It is even more painful than the "Longyuan Blood Poison" that I just traveled through. Every moment, I feel like there are hundreds of small needles wandering in my body. Those small needles not only target the internal organs, but also turn into thousands of cow hairs to pierce every cell.

"The Spirit Emperor's poisonous wine is too cruel? Isn't this thing specifically targeting the immortal body of Qiankun? What is he going to do? Are he going to commit suicide?"

One of the characteristics of the immortal body of Qiankun is that the physical body is the heaven, earth and universe. Every organ and every cell can be regarded as an independent small space.

Linghuang’s poisonous wine can just destroy the cell space, make the cells filled with Qiankun Daoqi inactive and become ordinary cells.

In other words, this is to abolish Peng Yu's cultivation.

The power of dispersing is quite good.

While the divine poison destroys the immortal body of Qiankun, the extreme poison also erases the vitality of the body. This is the personal experience of Emperor Li, Emperor Ling and King Gaoyang in the past.

While feeling extremely painful, feel the passing of vitality.

“Um…”

After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Peng Yu tried hard to empty his consciousness so that he would not think about it and divide his mind into other things. But the pain that penetrated his bone marrow could not be resisted.

Bang bang-

Seeing his companions constantly hitting the door panel with their hands, Zhuanyang felt uncomfortable.

"By the way, Kunhao, do you know that your father went to Mirota to retreat. When I came, I happened to see his chariot."

Understand that Zhuanyang wanted to divert his attention, Peng Yu also tried hard to divert his mind to chat.

"That's natural... My father asked me to come to the East China Sea to watch the ceremony, wasn't it just to sacrifice to the Heavenly Emperor Tower-a..."

The heart-wrenching pain that hits the bone marrow has spread to the head.

Covering his forehead, Peng Yu gasped and said nothing, "You didn't contact the people in Songshan County just now, and you did a good job."

If they really wait for the people from Songshan County to receive it, they would never send themselves to the tomb of Emperor Li immediately, but would instead transfer themselves to the county government for treatment.

But the medical level of Songshan County, no, even the medical level of Kunwu Tiangong cannot resolve the poisonous wine of Linghuang.

Peng Yu could feel that this poisonous wine contains elements that do not exist in this world. He speculated that some of the poisonous wine materials came from the spiritual emperor's natal world.

In this case, the divine wine has no solution at all.

"I'm not stupid. When they play past the ball, can you still survive?"

Looking at Peng Yu's forbearance, Zhuanyang's eyes flashed with sorrow.

Of course he thought about asking for help.

But there is no one around to rely on.

Yang Fei from Tianyue Legion has long since retired from the army, and Hua Lingyu was watching the ceremony in the East China Sea just now.

What scared him the most was the retreat of the Divine Emperor!

Although he left a letter on the spot, asking the officials of Songshan County Government to send it back to Kunwu Heavenly Palace immediately. However, it is still unknown whether the news can be spread to the Divine Emperor.

Zhuanyang thought to himself: There are too many people who want him to die, and even the attitude of the family is very ambiguous.

Although he was shocked and angry at "Kun Hao" for doubting himself, he also understood in his heart:

The father and father always dislike Kunwu. If there is a chance to kill Kunhao, the father and father will never let it go.

If the father and father knew about this opportunity, he would definitely give it a push.

The moonlight glanced at his shadow. The shadow did not move abnormally, and he felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, Xuanwu is my confidant, which is different from the previous one.

Zhuanyang sighed in his heart: Fortunately, the previous one has left. If the previous shadow assassin is here, I am afraid that I will be distracted and suppressing Kun Hao while taking care of him.

Peng Yu held his head and couldn't help it. He grabbed a handful of ma dan and threw it into his mouth. But he didn't have time to chew it, and the coughed blood directly brought out the pills.

"Ass...injection, Zhuanyang..."

He trembled and said a few words, pointing to the drawer.

Zhuanyang looked at the clouds ahead and whispered.

The shadow climbs up the steering wheel and controls the direction of progress.

Zhuanyang took out the syringe and anesthetics, and quickly gave Peng Yu two injections on his arm.

"how?"

Peng Yu did not say anything, closed his eyes, and tried hard to activate the blood flow rate to make the medicine take effect.

But looking at the blue veins on his forehead and his expression of enduring severe pain, he knew that anesthetics were ineffective against the poisonous wine of Linghuang.

Zhuanyang pursed his lips: Yes, the Spirit Emperor made this poisonous wine, which was originally aimed at the empress, and she wanted to die in the most painful state.

This poisonous wine itself is a kind of torture and torture.

"Driving at full speed is okay, I can bear it." Peng Yu's eyes turned dark and he fainted.

Zhuanyang silently turned on manual driving, and his speed reached its limit.

Didi--

The alarm kept ringing, but the speed was still increasing.

Break out of Songshan County and fly over Laishan County at a high speed.

Immediately afterwards, Mingshan County.

The alarm stopped, the power source had been damaged, and the mounting plates behind the airship had been burned.

"Master, if you continue to use this speed, I'm afraid the airship will fall early."

"Then let's change another one!" Zhuanyang frantically poured into the energy, the airship had already exceeded its limit, and fire began to rise inside.

boom--

When I first entered Wushan County, the airship completely exploded.

Zhuanyang jumped out of the airship with Peng Yu in his arms, and the shadow immediately called out another airship.

Flying slowly into the air, Zhuanyang jumped onto the airship and placed Peng Yu in the co-pilot.

Suddenly, his face darkened, as if he had noticed something, so he quickly went to touch Peng Yu's pulse.

"How is that possible?"

"Zhiming! Look at his pulse. Why do I feel..."

The shadow gradually changed, and a woman stood behind the airship and reached out to grab Peng Yu's wrist.

The girl's face was cold, like an iceberg beauty. She frowned and thoughtful, sensed for a while, shook her head and said, "Master, Your Highness is dead."

"Dead? Impossible!"

Zhuanyang tried to inject Gangjin into Peng Yu's body to stimulate the heart. However, Gangjin entered his body and was instantly swallowed by the divine poison.

Even the toxin almost rushed into Zhuanyang's body along the way.

Seeing that something was wrong, the girl quickly broke Zhuanyang's hand.

"Master. Don't control internal energy, divine poison will be introduced into you."

Zhuanyang's face was cold, and he could not tell what it felt like when he looked at the gradually cold corpse in front of him.

Dead?

Is this dead?

Yesterday, no, the people who were talking and laughing not long ago, are they gone?

Didn't die at the hands of the enemy, did not die on the battlefield, but died under a glass of poisonous wine?

They have been with each other for decades, and because they are still young, Zhuanyang has never considered that one of them and Kunhao would die.

Isn’t death a matter for both of them hundreds of years?

He has the art of immortality. Shouldn’t he come to his home when he was eight hundred years old and send him his last journey with his wife, children and family?

"How could he die in front of me? How could he be because of a mere glass of poisonous wine-"

Fireworks are curling in the distance, and in the mountains and forests filled with clouds, Zhuanyang sees a temple.
To be continued...