Yu Mu grabbed a bottle made from the skull of a gigantic toad, forcibly opened Miao Lian's mouth and poured the sticky, dark-blue liquid contained in the ugly bottle into Miao Lian's mouth.
Wisps of dirty and heavy power spread out inside Miao Lian's body, soon penetrating into his brain. Streams of dirty power began corroding Miao Lian's primordial spirit, and even Miao Lian's clear and bright eyes became a bit turbid.
"What the hell is this?!" Miao Lian screamed out, his body couldn't help but struggle.
"Good stuff!" Yu Mu grinned kindly and said, "I used the venom, saliva and semen of over three-hundred different kinds of poisonous bugs as the main ingredient, and the oil of rotten corpses …"
Before Yu Mu finished, Miao Lian had already started vomiting. Normally, people who had been cultivating themselves diligently wouldn't have any dirty food residue in their stomachs. What Miao Lian vomited out was nothing but bitter yellow bile, but not even a drop of the liquid that he had swallowed just now was vomited out.
Ji Hao and Man Man both covered their mouths in disgust, subconsciously taking a few steps back.
Yu Mu's magic poison was way too disgusting. Although many of the Magi Palace's magic poison formulas were a bit weird, this was the first time Ji Hao had ever heard of such an evil formula. Not to mention Miao Lian, who had swallowed this magic poison with his own mouth, even Ji Hao, who had been standing aside, almost threw up.
"Good stuff!" Yu Mu gave a simple and honest smile, stopped introducing the specific ingredients of his magic poison, and said seriously, "This is a good stuff, specially designed to corrode souls. Without my antidote, you will die."
Yu Mu's introduction was simple, simple and honest.
Without his antidote, Miao Lian, who had swallowed this magic poison, would die.
Miao Lian's face turned deathly pale. He glanced at Ji Hao, who had been staring at him like a tiger, Man Man, who had an unfriendly look on her face, Feng Xing, who had been peeping at them from a distance away, and Yu Mu, who had a simple and honest look on his face. Miao Lian let out a bitter laugh, then suddenly showed the whites of his eyes and fell on the ground, without any sign of life left in his body.
Ji Hao was startled. He hurriedly walked up and pressed his finger on Miao Lian's neck artery.
Miao Lian's blood was still flowing inside his body, and the vitality of his body hadn't dissipated yet. However, Miao Lian's soul had become nearly undetectable. Ji Hao carefully put his finger between Miao Lian's eyebrows, and sensed that Miao Lian's soul seemed to have shrunk into an extremely tiny spot.
"Junior Brother, this is the Nirvana Mystic Art that was secretly passed down in their sect. Their Essence Soul is restrained and they are trapped in a deathly seclusion. It's a divine ability used to break through realms and pursue the mysteries of the world. This guy's cultivation realm is not high enough. In order to save his life and to protect the secret, he recklessly used the Nirvana Secret Technique. He is already half crippled. You don't have to care about him. "
Gui Ling's voice came out from right next to Ji Hao's ear, and quickly said a few words.
He glanced at the sky in shock, then gnashed his teeth and waved his hand at Feng Xing, calling him over and giving him a few words. Feng Xing paused for a second, helplessly nodded, then dragged Yu Mu and Man Man away.
While retreating with Feng Xing, Man Man yelled at Ji Hao, "Ji Hao, be careful! Don't get involved in things that you shouldn't get involved in … This is what Abba told me!"
Don't get involved in things you shouldn't get involved in? What a wise saying, but Ji Hao gave a bitter smile. He wasn't the one who was going to get involved in those things!
A gentle gust of wind rolled up from the ground and brought Ji Hao up into the air. A faint watery cloud wrapped him up and carried his body across the air, flashed across the air and brought him to the east side of the sword formation. Under the long sword, which was floating in the air alone, a gate had already appeared. A few Gui Ling's disciples were standing in the gate. Seeing Ji Hao, they hurriedly cupped their hands and bowed to him, calling Ji Hao 'uncle'.
Ji Hao grinned and hurriedly bowed back. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
These Gui Ling's disciples were all much older than Ji Hao, and their powers were far greater than Ji Hao's as well. When he heard the word 'Martial Uncle', he felt a little pleased in his heart, but he also felt a little pressured.
Gusts of wind had been flying around the sword formation. Through the sword formation, Ji Hao saw that under each of the four long swords, a gate had been added, and inside each gate, a few disciples of Gui Ling's were guarding.
In the middle of the sword formation, a cloud platform floated in the air. An altar was set up on the platform, and a black and white Taiji diagram was spread on the altar. Gui Ling stood beside the altar, holding a tablet in her hand and slapping it over and over again. Following her moves, the enormous sword formation rose straight up into the sky, without alarming anyone.
Ji Hao's spirit power was tightly connected with the blueprint of the sword formation. He clearly sensed that under Gui Ling's control, the killing range of the sword formation was only three-hundred miles in radius. But under Gui Ling's control, this killing range had been raised to ten-thousand miles in radius.
This was an absolute difference in power. Ji Hao faintly sensed that the killing range of ten-thousand miles wasn't even Gui Ling's limit. If Gui Ling didn't need to control the enormous sword formation to fly up into the sky, she should be able to kill all living beings within the area with a radius of ten-thousand miles.
The enormous sword formation swooshed straight up into the sky, tens of thousands of miles within the span of a single breath, breaking layers of fierce gales and tearing clouds apart. Soon, it reached deep into the fierce gales that were hundreds of millions of miles away from the ground. Ji Hao stood inside the gate, clearly seeing the stars in the sky. Those enormous stars were shining brilliantly with the sun. The starlight and the sunlight merged together and formed a splendid ocean of light, shrouding the entire sky.
High up in the air, Emperor Shun was wearing a heavy armor, with four silhouettes standing behind him according to the positions of the five elements, facing Dishi Yanluo.
A hundred miles away from Dishi Yanluo, a Yu Clan's man, who was handsome, cold, and had a deathly aura around his body, had been facing Netherworld Priest from a distance away. His eyes shone with an evil light.
The black flag above Netherworld Priest's head was fluttering in the air. Black mist rose from around his body, and black and white sword lights had been sparkling around his body.
The Yu Clan's man, who was wearing a black armor, was holding a prismatic shield with his left hand and wielding a black, transparent long sword with his right hand. While wielding the long sword, Netherworld Priest's black and white sword lights flashed across the air. From time to time, the two sword lights clashed against each other and burst out large amounts of cold airstreams.
Around Emperor Shun and his people, within the area with a radius of a thousand miles, hundreds of human silhouettes had been fighting against each other. Their moves were slow and every single one of their moves was extremely cautious. However, occasionally, they would launch an attack against each other, and every move they made would cause a fierce gale that had been roaring for a hundred miles, even shaking the sky.
Ji Hao held his breath, staring at the seemingly easy fight in front of him.
On the ground, countless human warriors and non-humankind warriors were fighting against each other, covered in blood. Corpses were everywhere. Ji Hao never knew that in the air, hundreds of millions of miles away from the ground, such a fierce fight had actually broken out between the leaders of both sides without anyone knowing.
From a great distance away, Ji Hao heard Dishi Yanluo laughing out loud and said, "Emperor Shun! Although Fan Hai, this bastard, has stolen my credit, I don't like it. But with his help, do you think you can still stop us this time? "
"Who else can help you? Except for Netherworld Priest, who else can help you? " Dishi Yanluo laughed wildly and said, "Emperor Shun, why don't you just surrender with your humankind? You can be counted as a talent, I can make you the manager of my slaves!"
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