Two days later.

Xiao Zining's Qiankun bag contained dozens more ghost corpses.

There are fifth-level, sixth-level, and even seventh-level and eighth-level ghost corpses.

He has now replaced his two sixth-level ghost zombie puppets with one seventh-level ghost zombie puppet. This is all because his mental power is constantly increasing.

Regardless of whether it is spiritual power or mental power, the more you consume, the more it will increase, although the feeling of exhaustion of spiritual power and mental power is not good.

But Xiao Zining feels that it is worth it to be together.

He has explored two-thirds of the forbidden area.

Including the Forbidden Land, part of it is indeed bordered by the Dark Forest.

Those are not the most important. The most important thing is that Xiao Zining did not find what he wanted or the clues about the person he wanted to find.

Xiao Zining's eyes fell on the center of the entire forbidden area, where the poisonous fog was the thickest.

In the past few days, Xiao Zining has found several more herbs and added them to the antidote. These plants have survived in the reading material for so long, and their bodies have already developed resistance to the poisonous mist.

Adding them in makes the antidote more powerful and will no longer cause so much discomfort.

He passed through the poisonous fog and avoided those eighth- and ninth-level ghost corpses.

The ghost corpses of the eighth and ninth levels are no longer something he can deal with, and he has more ambition than strength.

Xiao Zining went straight to the center of the poisonous fog.

If what Qin Junlin and the others said is true, the body of the Poison King Saint should be here.

If he could take away the body of the Poison King Saint, he would definitely take it away.

The Poison King Saint fell because he was trying to save Kunlun. Xiao Zining had no feelings for him, and it was even the first time he heard his name today.

But he has respect for the Poison King Saint. Anyone who can stand up in the face of disaster is a hero.

Without their sacrifice, there would be no Kunlun now, no secular world, and no Xiao Zining.

For such a person, how could Xiao Zining let those villains from the Great Qin Imperial Clan steal his body?

If thousands of years ago, the Poison King Saint knew that he had sacrificed his life for Kunlun, but his body would be used as a tool for expansion by the people in the Kunlun world thousands of years later.

Will his heart feel cold?

Relying on his perception of space and a seventh-level ghost zombie puppet, he perfectly avoided everything that could cause him danger.

Of course, he had seen all those ghost corpses, and they were not the two people he was looking for.

Xiao Zining couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Those are his parents, how could they be easily folded here?

The poisonous mist in front of him was getting thicker and thicker, and there were no plants on the ground anymore, and all he could see was a pitch-black land.

The bare ground was dry and peeling, and even the ghost corpses were gradually decreasing.

Xiao Zining mobilized the spiritual liquid from the Qi Sea to flow to the eyes, mouth and nose to resist the toxicity of the poisonous mist.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Zining.

Xiao Zining suddenly raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

A tall body filled with poisonous gas stood in the void, as if overlooking all living beings, giving Xiao Zining a feeling of majesty over the world.

Thick poisonous mist emanated from his body.

Xiao Zining had imagined what the corpse of the Poison King Saint would look like.

Those on a stone bed, buried deep in a pit, or lying directly on the ground covered with thick dust.

But I never thought that he would actually be standing there as if he were alive.

Xiao Zining took a few more steps and finally saw the true face of the Poison King Saint.
Chapter completed!