The dungeon, the top of the Black Mountain on Snake Island!

Wang Xiong and Sixin looked coldly at the bottom of the mountain peak.

The rolling poisonous snakes rushed down the mountain, and at this moment, the bottom of the mountain was also submerged in a thick layer of poisonous snakes.

"King, those prisoners were also bitten to death!" He said in a deep voice.

"Prisoners? They are already living dead, their souls have long been refined, they have lost their self-consciousness, and they are dead at this moment, which is also a kind of relief, at least they don't have to suffer anymore, they can go to reincarnation! Wang Xiong said in a deep voice.

"Disciple of the Prison Peak, it's too miserable!" Mi Xin said coldly.

"Eating people is like eating treasure? They're not human anymore! Just now, one of Aunt Lan's arms was really eating like a group of dogs, hum! Wang Xiong snorted coldly and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

The heart followed.

"Notify the snakes and find them!" Wang Xiong said angrily.

"Dididi!"

With the sound of the flute, the surrounding poisonous snakes instantly stirred again.

Soon, a poisonous snake swam quickly, and Wang Xiong and the others quickly approached, and suddenly saw a purple disciple of the Torture Prison Peak, who was forming a cover at this moment, forcing the toxins in his body.

The moment Wang Xiong and the others arrived, the immortal's eyes suddenly widened.

"Wang Xiong? It's you who did the right thing, you should have been killed a long time ago, you should have been killed a long time ago! I'm going to turn you, like those prisoners, into a puppet, a puppet of the living dead! I'm going to make your life worse than dead! No, I'm going to capture your whole clan and refine it into the living dead! The immortal pounced with a hideous face.

But the whole body is paralyzed by toxins, and the slow movement is pitiful. Extremely weak. At this moment, the power is only the strength of the Martial Saint at most.

"Boom!"

In an instant, among the snakes, countless vines wrapped around the immortal's head. Then it poured into its mouth.

"It turns out that refining human puppets is not only made by the old ghost, but you disciples of the Prison Peak also have a share? Want to refine my whole clan? You can't wait for that day, die! Wang Xiong's eyes widened.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the poisoned immortal instantly exploded and splashed everywhere, and a large amount of poisonous blood that had turned green quickly poured into Wang Xiong's body, bringing the true yuan of the immortal.

Poisoned blood? Poison True Yuan? Wang Xiong didn't care at all, the Taiji Yin and Yang Wheel rotated, refining and refining in an instant.

The rolling power poured into the dantian, continuing to increase the true yuan droplets.

"Find the next one!" Wang Xiong commanded.

These Prison Peak disciples, at most, are only immortals, under poisoning, they have already had a hard time moving, and they can't last too long, rather than being bitten to death by a poisonous snake, it is better to harvest it themselves.

The true yuan of an immortal just now increased the true yuan in Wang Xiong's body by as much as thirty drops.

Wang Xiong is now the tenth in the Martial Sect Realm.

The biggest difference between a Martial Sect and a Martial Saint is that with a powerful True Yuan, it impacts the eyebrows, opens the eyebrows, and then allows the soul to cultivate.

However, Wang Xiong's eyebrows have long been opened, and at this moment, Wang Xiong's soul strength is not worse than the peak of the Martial Saint, and it can even be compared to a weaker human immortal.

Wang Xiong is still in the Martial Sect realm now, that's because, when his eyebrows are opened, he is not yet a Martial Saint, and the true yuan droplets in his body have to reach the threshold of a thousand drops of true yuan.

People have seven knots, and as they improve their cultivation, more knots are opened and more knots can be cultivated. However, being able to cultivate does not mean that it must be cultivated.

Just like Wang Xiong's previous life, Wang Xiong's specialized eyebrows and hearts, and his specialized soul, even if the other skills are weak, but the soul is fierce, they can dominate the world.

Some immortals have average soul cultivation, but the dantian is strong, and their physical bodies can be supremely strong, and they can also become monstrous immortals.

Some people only cultivate the Heavenly Dao Technique, even if their bodies are extremely weak, but the Heavenly Eye is powerful, and they can still be invincible.

Wang Xiong is stuck here now. The eyebrows have long been opened, and now, it is the true yuan, a thousand true yuan droplets, which is the threshold of the martial saint.

Wang Xiong is now more than 600 drops, and there are still more than 300 drops. If it were someone else, absorbing the true element of an immortal, he would have already reached the Martial Saint, but the true dragon diagram that Wang Xiong cultivated needed more than a hundred times more true yuan. Although he is more troublesome than others, Wang Xiong understands that his strength is stronger than others.

Not to mention the powerful fighting skills, just hit it hard, Wang Xiong is sure that in the late stage of the martial saint, he can't fight himself.

"Boom!" Another Prison Peak Immortal disciple exploded.

It is also the true element of an immortal, and the poisonous blood enters the body. Under rapid refining.

"This time, only twenty-five drops? Human immortals, can only increase this? Moreover, the further back it goes, the more the effect of human immortals weakens? Wang Xiong's face sank.

"Boom, boom, boom............"

After some searching, Wang Xiong killed almost all the poisoned immortals in the prison peak, and all the sixteen immortal disciples died in the hands of Wang Xiong.

However, the true yuan in Wang Xiong's body only stayed at nine hundred drops.

There are still 100 drops left, and he is only a great consummation of the Martial Sect! Moreover, the last human immortal only provided ten drops of true yuan, which made Wang Xiong at a loss for a while.

When I cultivated the True Dragon Diagram, did I choose the wrong one? How do you go on here? Do you still want to cultivate? I don't have a martial saint yet, so I need such terrifying energy?

The cultivation has not increased much, but the blood qi in the body is extremely fierce. The blood dragon was already extremely hideous, and the rolling power was drumming, and even Si Xin could feel the terrifying power in Wang Xiong's body. Although Wang Xiong is still only in the Martial Sect Realm, the reason for the True Dragon Diagram makes the strength more and more condensed, the blood dragon becomes more and more ferocious, and Wang Xiong's physical body is also tempered by the rolling power.

Wang Xiong's true qi when he swung his fist was full of blood.

"True Dragon Diagram, don't let me down!" Wang Xiong sighed.

"Find! Find the old ghost! Wang Xiong turned his head to look at Si Xindao.

Just when Wang Xiong's words fell.

Suddenly, the group of snakes in front of him suddenly exploded, and from the inside, a man covered in purple suddenly burst out.

"Wang Xiong's little mongrel, suffer death!" But it was the old ghost who broke out in an instant.

"Be careful, King!" Mishin exclaimed.

The sudden attack of the old ghost suddenly made Wang Xiong's face change.

However, the old ghost is also deeply poisoned, and this punch is not very powerful, at most it is about the same as Chiyunzi, and it is only the power of human immortals.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~!"

Wang Xiong rushed towards it with a punch. In an instant, Wang Xiong flew upside down ten zhang away. He slammed his feet, smashed a group of rocks, and stabilized his body.

"What? You're not dead? The old ghost's eyes widened.

Wang Xiong also looked at his hands in surprise.

"What a true dragon diagram, my physical body is no longer weak ordinary immortals?" Wang Xiong was surprised.

Before, I was still worried that the True Dragon Diagram would make it difficult for him to practice, but at this moment, Wang Xiong was no longer worried, this is the Martial Sect Realm, the physical body is comparable to a human immortal, how can this exercise be discarded?

"True dragon body? Sure enough, the physical body is fierce, in my previous life, if I had such a physical body to cultivate the exercises, and had a corresponding physical body, I might not have died! A flash of excitement flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes.

Although he was knocked away by the old ghost just now, Wang Xiong did not die, and he didn't even suffer much trauma, which made Wang Xiong no longer afraid of the old ghost.

With a cold look in his eyes, Wang Xiong instantly pounced on the old ghost.

"Boom!"

The two punched each other again, and this time, Wang Xiong was prepared, and although his figure retreated, the old ghost was also shaken away. The strength of the two is actually equal. Under the True Dragon Diagram, Wang Xiong's current strength has completely reached the human immortal.

"How, how could it be!" The old ghost's eyes widened.

"Come again!" A hideous look flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes.

The old ghost's face changed: "Wang Hong is a monster, and you are also a monster!" ”

"Old ghost, don't run!" Wang Xiong pounced fiercely towards the old ghost.

It stands to reason that the old ghost shouldn't be afraid of Wang Xiong, but at this moment, the old ghost doesn't want to spend time with Wang Xiong. The more you consume, the deeper your poisoning will be, don't end up in Wang Xiong's hands.

It had already been planted twice before, and at this moment, the old ghost didn't dare to take any more risks.

"Little bastard, you wait, the old man is poisoned, and he will definitely kill you!" The old ghost roared.

As he roared, the old ghost plunged headlong into the group of poisonous snakes.

"Stop!" Wang Xiong roared.

However, the old ghost is gone.

"Sixin, find him for me, don't run away for him while he's poisonous!" Wang Xiong shouted.

Wang Xiong manipulated the vines to look for it, and he manipulated the poisonous snake to find it, but the two of them looked for a stick of incense, but there was no trace of the old ghost.

"What about people?" Mi Xin was surprised.

Wang Xiong also showed surprise.

It's gone, and the old ghost is gone?

"King, the poisonous snake has been looking all around, but there is no trace of the old ghost!" He said eagerly.

Wang Xiong's eyelids jumped wildly: "Let's go!" ”

"Huh? Not looking for it? ”

"You can't find it, I can't find it, either the old ghost escaped from the entrance of the underground palace, or he has an extremely powerful concealment ability!" Wang Xiong said in a deep voice.

"Stealth ability?" Si Xin's face changed.

"Every immortal must have his own housekeeping skills, and it would be good if he escaped. If he's still hidden around and we can't find him, he'll be ready to attack us. Let's go, get out of here first, we can't stay here! Wang Xiong said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The heart responded.

"Old ghost, you can escape for a while, you can't escape for a lifetime, sooner or later, I will avenge Aunt Lan! You wait! Wang Xiong snorted coldly.

The two quickly returned the same way and headed straight for Black Mountain.

The moment the two left, a figure suddenly appeared in the group of poisonous snakes, and the figure was like the color of a chameleon, which merged with the color of the poisonous snake, but it was the old ghost who slowly appeared.

"Little bastard, you escaped quite quickly, hum, I should have let you die with your mother back then! Little mongrel! The old ghost looked at the back of Wang Xiong and Si Xin and cursed.

The venom of the poisonous snake has made the old ghost tired to deal with, and the poison of the poisonous fog layer on the top of the mountain of Montenegro is even more violent, and the old ghost can't bear it in his heyday, not to mention that the poison is extremely weak now.

The old ghost didn't dare to follow, so he could only hide among the snakes.

"There is only one entrance to the dungeon, I don't think you can come back, little bastard, wait for you to come back next time, I want your life!" The old ghost avoided the poisonous snake and squatted at the exit of the dungeon.

What the old ghost didn't know was that there was more than one entrance to this underground palace, and on the other side of the Black Mountain, there was another entrance to go out.