Zhao Fan was not afraid at all and shook the broken knife in his hand at the Hunyuan Immortal King.

The elegant and easy-going Hunyuan Immortal King looked as good as before, but his aura was as sharp as an arrow in an instant.

"If you don't speak, you'll get poison."

Zhao Fan smiled calmly and shook his head, "This kind of method that cannot be used to me is useless to me."

After hearing this, the Ancestor God of Bijing behind him trembled and said, "My Brother Cai, did the Hunyuan Immortal King actually use poison?"

He has never heard of the method of the First Forbidden Zone Lord until now, and he did not expect it to be a despicable poison technique.

The Hunyuan Immortal King's expression changed, and he frowned and looked at Zhao Fan for no reason. Poison technique has always been his trump card and has never been used in the Eternal World. He had an illusion, as if he was not even under his command.

The ancestor immortal was naked in his vast and deep eyes, and nothing could be avoided!

He used poison skills invisibly because he was afraid that once he took action, he would accidentally kill the other party, so he would let him lose consciousness and control it.

Unexpectedly, I was directly seen!

"Who are you?!"

The Hunyuan Immortal King could no longer calm down.

"I am me, a different firework."

Zhao Fan smiled gently, and his robe was transformed from Hunyuan Silk, and the poison was also within the defense range of Hunyuan Silk.

"Ha, since that's the case, I'll let you see what is the real poisonous immortal art."

The Hunyuan Immortal King seemed to be competing. How could he tolerate the poison technique he was so belittled by the other party?

As soon as the words fell.

His ten fingers stirred in the void.

Every fingertip released poisonous mist of different colors, including purple, green, and blue.

The colorful and colorful figure gathered towards the young figure.

The Bijing Ancestor God admired her eyes with a little fascinated look. Zhao Fan threw her hand into the distant void before he realized. When he looked over again, the void had already formed an immortal pool, filled with the mixture of ten colors.

venom.

"In my Victory Poison Pool, there is no room for dodging. If you want to break it, unless the power reaches the invincible ancestral level, then even if the invincible ancestral level dares to stay here, you will be penetrated and become a soul after an hour.

Poisonous corpse!”

The Hunyuan Immortal King looked at Zhao Fan as if he was looking at a grasshopper struggling powerlessly.

"I deserve it!"

"It's not unfair to die under His Majesty's strongest poisoning technique."

"I dare to say that the poisonous immortal art is not on the surface, I'm afraid I don't know how many powerful people crawled and trembled when they saw it!"

...

The ancestors talked happily, but the sound quickly became smaller until the silent needle fell and the silent needle could be heard!

Even the Hunyuan Immortal King stood above the Juexian Poison Pool like a wooden stick.

In the many sights, the young figure kept moving in the colorful pool. However, it was not struggle, but the eyes were enjoying themselves and the posture was swimming with a rhythmic sense.

Sometimes, breaststroke.

Sometimes, butterfly swims.

Sometimes I can take a big belly to float on the ocean!
Chapter completed!