He didn't expect that he would be forced to this point by a half-large little devil. Seeing Jun Wuxie pressing step by step, Ke Zangju's flesh and blood became tense. He waved his hands suddenly, and a ball of green smoke sprayed from his cuffs towards Jun Wuxie!

He didn't believe it, this little ghost really has three heads and six arms!

Even if Duyan is ineffective, he has a lot of poison that kills people. There is always a way to kill this kid!

However, Jun Wuxie didn't even blink his eyes, and the fog containing the poison covered her, and the cold eyes as cold as autumn water just swept through the poisonous fog.

Absolute contempt!

"It's over?" Jun Wuxie tilted his head and looked at Ke Zangju who had tried his best, with his expression a little impatient.

Ke Zangju stared at Jun Wuxie in horror. The poisonous fog he had just released was at least a mixture of dozens of poisons. Even the strong purple spirit, who was unprepared, was poured down by so many poisons, and he was afraid that he would have fallen.

But, Jun Wuxie, who was standing in front of him, did not move at all. The smile hanging on the corner of her mouth kept mocking him for his stupidity and incompetence all the time.

"How is this possible...How is it possible..." Ke Zangju took a hurry and his face turned pale.

He had an ugly face, his tendons and veins were incomplete, and even the Ring Spirit could not awaken. He hated God's injustice and devoted his whole life to the refining of poisons. Even without the spiritual power of the sky and the powerful Ring Spirit, he could still use his own poison to kill his opponent.

But now, all this was broken by the boy in front of him.

The poison that Ke Zangju is most proud of has become a bunch of jokes in front of Jun Wuxie. Those poisons that have spent his whole life hard work cannot even hurt Jun Wuxie's head.

Not to mention killing Jun Wuxie!

"If you're done, it's time for me to take action." Jun Wuxie smiled slightly and took out a gray porcelain bottle from the small cloth bag he was carrying.

Ke Zangju stared at the porcelain bottle in Jun Wuxie's hand, as if there were a flood of beasts imprisonment inside.

But when Jun Wuxie poured out a pill the size of a small fingernail from the porcelain bottle, Ke Zangju breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that this little ghost who is invincible with all poisons could bring out such a terrible poison, but now it seems to be just some ordinary gadgets. Just looking at the appearance of the poison, Ke Zangju could confirm that it was just a rotten bone pill.

Fugu Pills are a poison with extremely strong toxicity. After swallowing it, the bones in the body will gradually be corrupted in a short time. This poison is extremely terrible to ordinary people, but for Ke Zangju, this thing is very ordinary.

Because this bone-fruit pill is the poison he has developed, and most of the disciples of Qingyun Sect have several of them.

It's ridiculous that this little ghost actually used the bone-fruit pills he made to intimidate him! He knew the efficacy of any poison he made very well and had already fed himself to understand the medicine. No matter how much he swallowed in his life, he would not be poisoned.

"Little kid, do you know where the bone rotten pills in your hand come from?" Ke Zangju suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for being too nervous. The little kid's physique was really surprised by his unafraid of poison, but other than that, nothing was amazing. He was too surprised just now and didn't notice some details. But now he calmed down, he knew that his situation was not at all dangerous.
Chapter completed!