Wushuang Ghost, who was kneeling on the ground, glanced at Zhang Ji hatefully, roared, and seemed to want to stand up again, but his badly injured right knee could no longer provide enough support for his huge body.

Wushuang Ghost lowered his head slumped and gasped violently.

Zhang Ji stared at the Wushuang Ghost and did not choose to continue to kill him.

It's not that he is very kind.

However, although the Wushuang Ghost's right knee was severely injured, he still had a body made of copper and iron. It was not difficult to kill a Wushuang Ghost who had lost the ability to move, but it required a lot of internal energy, which was not worth the gain.

Furthermore, he still somewhat cherishes his talent.

Wushuang Ghost not only has such a rare body with copper skin and iron bones, but also has such tenacious willpower. If it were an ordinary person, even Zhang Ji himself, with his right knee shattered, would have fainted from the pain.

, and the Wushuang Ghost actually tried to get up and fight again again and again.

Zhang Ji only has such a small group of trap killers around him now. Even facing a second-rate master is a bit difficult. Even if Jing Salamander comes back in the future, he can't let Jing Salamander do everything.

Moreover, it is not impossible to recruit unparalleled ghosts.

After all, although Zhang Ji didn't know why the future Wushuang ghosts would seek refuge in Wei Zhuang and join Liusha, it at least showed that it was not completely impossible to recruit Wushuang ghosts.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhan Lu's sword tip slowly dropped, and he turned around and ran towards the King of Hundred Poisons.

The Wushuang Ghost behind him looked at Zhang Ji who was gradually moving away, roared, stared at his right knee, gritted his teeth, but still couldn't stand up, he just trembled all over, and punched the ground hard as if to vent his anger.

Zhang Ji ignored the roar of the Wushuang Ghost, and with lightning flowing under his feet, he headed straight for the hunchbacked King of Hundred Poisons.

At this time, the importance of his careful study of Mohist breathing techniques under the guidance of Lu Goujian became apparent.

Breathing and breathing is an internal skill that regulates the circulation of breath in the body. It can exhale the turbid and poisonous gas in the body and inhale the clean gas in the air. Advanced practitioners can even use internal force to remove the turbid gas in the body.

The qi is purified, and the practitioner's body will gradually develop resistance to the turbid qi. When attacked by similar turbid qi again, even if the breathing technique is not used, the body will not have any uncomfortable reactions.

In layman's terms, it is poison resistance to a certain toxin.

In the world of the Qin Dynasty, all kinds of strange poisons are really difficult to guard against. The poisons as close as the King of Hundred Poisons are in front of you, as far away as Poison Feather Qianye, in the future Chi Lian's Xi Shi Poison, under the peonies of the Zhu family in Shen Nong Hall, the farmhouse,

The flowers blooming in the fields of Kuei Hall, the drunken dreams of life and death in Luowang, and the dreams of thousands of spiders devouring them. These are just the poisons that Zhang Ji has an impression of.

What impressed him the most was the Yin Yang family's Corpse God Curse Gu. Even masters like middle-aged Gai Nie and Xiao Yaozi couldn't resist losing their internal strength for twelve hours.

Therefore, Zhang Ji, who had practiced the art of breathing and breathing hard, directly inhaled the air containing the poisonous gas of the King of Hundred Poisons into his body. The moment the green poisonous gas entered Zhang Ji's internal organs, it was swallowed up and transformed by the internal force as black as ink.

Seeing that Zhang Ji was not affected by his poisonous gas at all, the King of Hundred Poisons became a little confused and quickly commanded the snakes in the courtyard to attack Zhang Ji.

But those venomous snakes are not strange things, they are just ordinary venomous snakes. They are just more poisonous after being carefully cultivated by the King of Hundred Poisons. However, their own crawling speed has not changed, and they cannot catch up with Zhang Ji's actions.

Even a few poisonous snakes that stood in front of the King of Hundred Poisons were cut into several pieces by the sharp Zhanlu.

The sharp sword edge pressed against the neck of the Hundred Poison King, but he did not kill the Hundred Poison King as if he had spared the Wushuang Ghost.

This time it's not that he cherishes his talent, but that he can't kill him.

If the King of Hundred Poisons knows that he is bound to die and directly blows himself up, then this mansion will be filled with the poisonous poison in the King of Hundred Poisons. Naturally, he himself is not afraid of these poisonous gases, but these trap killers may not be. After all, there are so many people in South Korea today. There are only so many killers in the net, and if you die, you will lose one.

No one would want to have a "Top Emperor" on their own territory who is stronger than themselves and always threatens their rule. Once Ye Mu realizes that the number of trap killers in South Korea has been greatly reduced, Ye Mu will mercilessly Open your fangs at him.

If it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't mind killing such a poison master who specializes in poison.

People in China have had a natural aversion to poison masters who specialize in poison techniques since ancient times.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, there are many people who use poisons and poisons, but most of them will never specialize in poison techniques.

People who specialize in poison techniques, such as the King of Hundred Poisons, are filled with poisonous gas every time they exhale and inhale. The water they drink from and the land they walk on will be contaminated with poison. Such people are almost born to be a disaster.

Therefore, history books will always only record the farmer Shennong who tasted hundreds of herbs and the senior doctor Bian Que who was good at treating various stubborn diseases, but will not record the poison masters who specialized in poison techniques.

Therefore, in order to prevent the King of Hundred Poisons from taking the risk and blowing himself up, Zhang Ji just used his palm as a blade, knocked him out and threw him towards the Wushuang Ghost, and then pointed his sword at the top of the pavilion in the courtyard.

There stood a man with a black snake shadow wrapped around his body, his long hair dancing in the wind, and the black aura condensed into ferocious snake heads at the end of the chain, which made a crisp collision sound as Tianze fell to the ground.

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ps1: After two days of fever, the fever finally subsided at 6 o'clock this evening. It is now 37.8 degrees, which is better than yesterday.

Many people suggest that the author go to the hospital, but in fact, the hospital now has to queue for hours, and if your fever does not reach 39 degrees, the doctor will let you go home directly.

My current condition is a bit better. At least I won’t have such a headache when looking at electronic screens for a short period of time. The pain in my joints is also a bit better. It is estimated that it will be greatly improved tomorrow. Thank you for caring about the author’s health during this period and for persisting in chasing after it. Readers who read, thank you very much.

As for the second update, I will try my best to try it. If it doesn't work, I hope everyone can understand.
Chapter completed!