The empress was surrounded by eight people alone. She punched her back no matter who made a move. She didn't have any fancy tricks, she completely used her strength to break the trick. This is her style. No matter who the opponent is, I will hit her to death with one punch.

If these people were in full swing, she would not be afraid at all, but after the bursting flowers were scattered, she was completely at a disadvantage at this time, with a scar on her body from time to time, and the red skirt on her body was already covered with blood. The blood was not only from her hands, but also a half-inch deep wound on her waist. This was left by Shi Qingjiao. She always looked for the most appropriate time to issue a fatal blow after attacks by others.

If it were someone else, she would have cut her waist open long ago.

A deep bone-visible scar on the shoulder was left by the river and sea currents.

The colder the empress's face became, her face became whiter and whiter, while her red lips became more eye-catching, as if it were blood and fire, and her eyes were still extremely cold.

Qi Zixiao was so hard that even everyone admired her. From beginning to end, her eyes did not change much. Whether before or now, she could not see any retreat or weakness, and she never retreated from beginning to end.

However, everyone admired her, and more importantly, she was left here. Even if Hua Sanliu died, no one dared to underestimate the Nine-Level Pavilion.

Not to mention the benefits of the Daxia royal family, Qi Zixiao's head is not just priceless.

"She is almost out of reach." Everyone knew in their hearts that Qi Zixiao first fought with the head of the pavilion, Hua Sanliu. Although it was not long, the consumption was absolutely huge. She had shed so much blood again at this time, and she couldn't hold on for long.

Thinking of this, everyone moved faster and more ruthlessly, and even exchanged injuries for injuries, he kept Qi Zixiao completely at this time.

At this moment, some of the disciples of the Jiuchun Pavilion around him began to feel headaches and disgusted, and then they fell to the ground. Not a few people, but dozens or hundreds of people fell down one after another. This movement surprised everyone, and many people shouted their names and checked them quickly, but saw a person's body twitching and foaming was spitting out of his mouth.

"Poison!" Everyone's faces changed drastically. Where did the poison come from? Qi Zixiao? Or is there someone else? But who else is there except Qi Zixiao?

Before everyone could figure out what was going on, the people around them also turned their faces.

Everyone dispersed in an instant. Although they didn't know how Qi Zixiao poisoned him, everyone subconsciously set a distance.

However, it was too late at this time, and batches of people began to fall as soon as they started.

How much concentration is the full ten kilograms of sarin poison gas after evaporation? One kilogram of sarin poison gas can kill millions of people, and ten kilograms are enough to make a dead zone, not to mention that ordinary people will die within two minutes when exposed to it.

It took seven minutes since the empress kicked the sarin poison gas to the present, and the volatility time of these seven minutes was removed, and five minutes were exposed to the high concentration of sarin poison gas.

The disciples in the Nine-Level Pavilion are much stronger than ordinary people and die in five minutes. However, everyone inhaled a lot of sarin poison gas, and it was too late to run away at this time.

I saw disciples of Jiule Pavilion running out in horror, but before they ran far, they fell to the ground and their bodies twitched.

The faces of the Eight Pavilion Masters also changed drastically. No matter what, they didn't expect Qi Zixiao to poison him, and they didn't know how she did.

"Qi Zixiao, are you taking the antidote just now?" Jiang Hailiu suddenly remembered the scene just now, and immediately realized that what Qi Zixiao took was not a medicine to restore his body state, but an antidote.

Everyone stopped and subconsciously looked at the black backpack she had just kicked, and it turned into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

Just now, Qi Zixiao took two small bottles in his backpack and drank them.

Where is there an antidote at this time?

"I said, you are seeking death." The empress looked at everyone coldly, breathing a little rapid, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth. Her persistence was extremely difficult in the past seven minutes.

"Take out the antidote." Jiang Hailiu shouted with the last glimmer of expectations, even though he knew that the hope was very small. At this time, he felt as if he was watered by ice water, and his whole body was trembling.

The others' faces were even more pale.

Although the few people are fine yet, they are just much stronger than ordinary disciples and can only persist more.

"The antidote? I drank it." The empress said lightly. This simple sentence made the few people tremble all over.

"The antidote you want is here for me, and I will be destroyed before I die." A trace of grayness flashed across Zhu Lang's face.

"It's okay, I can go in and look for it, there must be some." The empress said: "There shouldn't be many antidotes that need to be filled with such a box."

Yes, the antidote was previously packed in a box that looked very delicate, and it must have been specially found by Zhu Lang.

There was another sentence she didn't say, for fear of reminding everyone that even if the medicine was destroyed, as long as there was a little residue, it would be enough to smell the smell and compare it. I guess the antidote has different ingredients and the taste is also different.

"I'll kill you to bury you!" Zhong Feng, the master of the third pavilion, roared and rushed towards the empress, but the empress dodged. At this time, she no longer needed to persist. Except for a few who were far away, all of the ordinary disciples were lying on the ground. Although some of them were still twitching, they must have lived for a long time, and these people had not been persisting for a long time.

Even at the level of the God Wheel, it is only stronger than others, and has condensed magical martial arts. It can persist for a while, but it does not mean that they can be immune to all poisons.

Thousands of people fell to the ground in a radial shape, shocking. The disciples who escaped did not dare to stop and ran towards the distance. No one knew how big the range of the poison was.

Zhu Lang seemed to cry and laugh, crushed the wooden box in his hand, turned around and ran outside.

With a glimmer of hope in my heart, Yuan Li might still have a glimmer of hope for life here.

Looking at his movements, the others also moved one after another. Five of them ran towards the periphery, and four others felt that they could not escape death, so they rushed towards Qi Zixiao, even if they died, they would add two more scars to Qi Zixiao.

However, Zhu Lang ran out less than five meters and felt that it was getting more and more difficult to control his body, and then he fell to the ground.

He had the lowest strength and was the first to fall.

The sound of Zhu Lang lying on the ground was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone, and everyone's faces showed a miserable look.

After him was Zhang Zijiang, who was about to cross the roof but fell head-on.

The empress avoided the attacks of the last four people with a calm expression and watched them fall down one by one.

"You can't live without Daxia!" Jiang Hailiu's eyes were full of viciousness. After saying this, he fell down a few steps away from the empress.

The empress stood there with a look of indifference. Except for three or five people who escaped, all the Jiuchun Pavilion fell into this valley.

She knew she had to hurry up, and she learned a little about the sarin poison gas in that world with Ren Baqian. With such a high concentration, it was dangerous to take the antidote.

However, the physical condition of the ancient tribe is much better than that of the Divine Wheel Warriors in Daxia. In terms of physical strength alone, the five flowers and sanshu are not as good as her. In addition, the antidote will not have much impact at this time. But if you stay there, it is hard to say.

He flashed to Zhu Lang's side, and he collected some remaining medicine residue in his hand. The empress pierced her head into the towers and searched for it. After a moment, she took a few boxes and left.

As for the inheritance of the Nine-Level Pavilion, it is indeed the top inheritance of Daxia, but she is not interested and is too lazy to plunder.

Behind her, only the Nine-Level Pavilion, like a ghost, and countless corpses lying on the ground were left.

Except for a few ordinary disciples who ran out, all the Jiule Pavilion were destroyed here.

I'm afraid they would never have thought that the Nine-Level Pavilion, which had been standing in Daxia for hundreds of years, would end up like this because of a half-death who was wandering outside.
Chapter completed!