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Chapter 111 The Deadly Poison Shows Its Power! A Flick of the Finger Kills!

Chapter 111 The Deadly Poison Shows Its Power! A Flick of the Finger Kills! (Please Subscribe!)

Zhang Ming, Wang Shan, and Lu Yun led the way, glancing back every now and then, their hearts filled with wonder.

This senior of the Poison Sect is truly strange.

This was the first time they had ever seen such a method.

What kind of amazing move was that? It was so powerful!

With just a few flicks of his fingers, he killed all those arrogant ghosts, turning them into pus and blood.

This is really quite frightening.

The three had many questions they wanted to ask, but they were afraid of offending Fang Yi, so they had to hold back.

A few hours later.

The group finally arrived at another town.

The town was quite large, with bonfires burning inside, and many figures could be seen moving around in the distance.

Outside the town, there were some martial arts figures patrolling, very vigilant.

When the three approached, the martial arts figures' eyes lit up, and they quickly came to greet them.

"Zhang Ming, Wang Shan."

"How is the situation? Have you found those powerful figures from those great sects?"

Has any reinforcement arrived?

Everyone asked eagerly.

They have been trapped here for many days, and every day they send people to search the surrounding area.

All this was so that they could contact those powerful figures or extraordinary individuals as soon as possible.

Only powerful figures or extraordinary individuals can help them resist those strange creatures.

"Yes, we encountered this senior from the Poison Sect."

Zhang Ming nodded, looked at Fang Yi, but didn't know how to introduce him.

He still doesn't know Fang Yi's name.

"Is this the senior from the Poison Sect?"

The group showed surprise and quickly looked at Fang Yi, but soon their brows furrowed slightly.

So young?

However, when they thought that the other party came from the Poison Sect, and that he might be highly skilled and have the ability to maintain his youthful appearance, they immediately felt a chill in their hearts and showed a respectful expression.

"Senior, my name is Lu Sheng. May I ask how you are addressed?"

A Mist Hunter at the third level of the Yi Jin Realm bowed and said.

"The name doesn't matter."

Fang Yi responded, "How long have you been gathered here?"

"It has been more than a month."

The man, Lu Sheng, said sternly, "People from within a radius of several hundred miles, except for those who have gone missing or died tragically, have all gathered in this town, numbering approximately several thousand."

"so much?"

Fang Yi asked, "What is the nearest road?"

“It’s just a hundred miles east of the town. We’ve sent people there to investigate several times, but the results have always been heavy casualties.”

Lu Sheng's expression changed, and he said, "That road is relatively safe compared to the other roads because the mortality rate is only 70%. But the other roads have a 100% mortality rate. The way those monsters kill is too bizarre. We have never experienced anything like it before."

"Yes, please, senior, save my life!"

Others chimed in with their comments.

Fang Yi had already heard about the situation on that road when he arrived.

That place is off-limits; getting close will plunge you into an endless nightmare.

It's useless even in broad daylight.

Whenever someone enters a nightmare, they will find themselves in a room with urgent knocking from all sides. Once the room is opened, the person inside will surely die.

"It seems to be a mental attack, similar to a mental illusion?"

Fang Yi pondered this in his heart.

The deadly poison in his body was a fusion of psychotropic toxins.

It should be just right for dealing with psychological attacks.

"Everyone, we're saved! I've found some descendants of great sects!"

Suddenly, someone nearby shouted excitedly, the sound deafening.

Everyone turned around immediately.

Even Fang Yi was taken aback and turned around to look.

A descendant of a great lineage?

Could it be that we've encountered someone from the Poison Sect so soon?

Not far away, several Mist Hunters led about a dozen figures toward them.

The dozen or so figures were of varying heights, both male and female, and all looked very young, no more than thirty years old.

"A person of the ways of war and the ways of blood."

Fang Yi muttered to himself, recognizing their origins at a glance.

The reason is simple: those who practice the art of military strategy have trained in weapon fusion and body tempering, and their bodies exude an aura of metal and steel, making their skin appear as if it were cast from bronze and iron, which is difficult to conceal.

Needless to say, the blood vessels are also involved.

People from the Blood Path primarily feed on blood, and their bodies all have a bloody smell.

The Vampire Cult is a branch of the Blood Path.

Upon hearing the commotion, everyone in the town rushed out, their expressions filled with excitement, to pay their respects.

In an instant, they surrounded all ten or so figures.

Even Lu Sheng, Zhang Ming, Wang Shan, and the others rushed towards them.

Because the other side has significantly more people and is more reliable.

There was no one left on Fang Yi's side in an instant.

"Don't panic, we'll go and check on things ourselves."

A young man skilled in military strategy said, "These mere ghosts shouldn't be a problem for us."

"Please, seniors, save me!"

The crowd exclaimed.

"How could people from the Path of War and the Path of Blood appear at the Poison Sect's stronghold?"

Fang Yi frowned.

"Senior, there is another senior from the Poison Sect over there."

Zhang Ming suddenly pointed to Fang Yi.

"A member of the Poison Sect?"

The expressions of the group of people from the martial arts and blood arts factions changed instantly, and they immediately looked in Fang Yi's direction.

"Brother, my name is Qin Duan Yue. May I ask your honorable name?"

One of the military strategists approached and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

He was well aware of the methods used by the Poison Sect.

You can befriend this kind of person, but you must never make them your enemy. Otherwise, if they secretly do something underhanded, you and your companions will be doomed.

"Hong Qi".

Fang Yi smiled.

"Hong Qi?"

Everyone frowned, as they had never heard of this expert from the Poison Sect.

However, those who were sent here by the Poison Sect were not unknown individuals; they must have been core members.

"So it's Senior Brother Hong. I am Cheng Wuhui. I greet you, Senior Brother Hong!"

The leader of the Blood Path also came over with his hands clasped.

"How come you are here?"

Fang Yi asked.

"It's a long story. This border region is in complete chaos. Our garrison, like your Poison Sect, is facing serious problems. On our way here, we encountered a terrifying event and were blown away by a whirlwind."

Qin Duanyue said.

"Did you get here like this too?"

Fang Yi frowned.

"Is Senior Brother Hong the same?"

Cheng Wuhui was surprised.

"good."

Fang Yi nodded.

"Then you might be able to contact an elder of your Poison Sect?"

Cheng Wuhui immediately inquired.

"could not be reached."

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "We'd better go and check out the road there first before making a decision."

"Alright!"

Qin Duanyue and the others nodded.

They came here precisely to resolve the trouble on that road.

Although they are not elders.

However, they are all core disciples, mastering the essence of their respective paths, and each of them is at the Transcendental Realm.

"Seniors, we are willing to lead the way!"

Wang Shan, Lu Sheng, and the others quickly said.

Then, led by Wang Shan, Lu Sheng, and Lu Yun, they headed into the distance.

At their pace, a journey of a hundred miles would only take them a few hours.

When they were still two or three miles away, Wang Shan, Lu Sheng, and the other two quickly stopped, their faces filled with fear, and pointed ahead.

"That's it. We can't go any closer. If we go any closer, we'll be plunged into an endless nightmare."

Fang Yiyun looked over.

A road stretched out into the distance.

The front of the official road was shrouded in thick fog, a vast expanse of white, eerie and impenetrable.

Logically, this place should have been cleared long ago, and there shouldn't be such a thick white fog, but that's exactly what happened.

Beyond the thick fog, dozens of corpses lay motionless on the ground, clearly those who had forced their way in and perished here.

"I'll go try it first!"

Suddenly, Qin Duanyue spoke with a firm voice, staring straight ahead.

"Be careful, Senior Brother Qin!"

The expressions of the disciples of the military arts changed slightly.

Fang Yi also looked at Qin Duanyue with great surprise.

Unexpectedly, even those skilled in military strategy are quite decisive in such matters.

They actually took the initiative to walk out!
"Brother Qin, I'll go with you!"

Cheng Wuhui immediately spoke up.

Qin Duanyue turned to look at Cheng Wuhui and immediately nodded.

The two started walking forward.

Fang Yi was secretly amazed.

The performance of these two people today was truly unexpected, which greatly changed his views on the art of war and the art of blood.

Little did they know that the two of them acted this way for two reasons. First, they had something to rely on: they possessed a mental cultivation technique bestowed upon them by their sect, which would protect their spirits from attack. Second, they wanted to show off their skills in front of Fang Yi.

Recently, rumors have been circulating that the martial arts and blood arts are inferior to the poison arts. They have long been resentful of this, and today, having encountered Fang Yi, they are determined to prove to the world that the two arts are in no way inferior.

"Senior brother, why don't you give it a try?"

A disciple of the Blood Path spoke up to inquire.

"No rush, let me take a look first."

It is easy to export.

As soon as Qin Duanyue and Cheng Wuhui stepped out, they began to use the unique techniques of their respective sects.

Each of them exuded a metallic aura, and from the inside out, their color rapidly changed, as if they had transformed into a black iron man, with a chilling aura emanating from them.

The other person was even more bizarre, with blood-red light emanating from his body, as if he were wearing a blood-red robe. Many eerie ghostly figures appeared all around him, and these figures were all at his command, swirling around him and becoming his allies.

They continued to approach.

Before they knew it, they had reached the edge of the dense fog. The fog, like a tidal wave, suddenly surged violently, roaring as it rushed directly towards them.

But the two were fearless, and divine light burst forth from their bodies.

One gleamed with metallic luster, the other shimmered with blood, its shadowy form hazy.

The approaching mist was abruptly stopped by their aura, preventing it from getting close.

The two then took another step forward.

The thick white fog actually began to retreat on its own, emitting a series of low rumbling sounds, revealing the original road.

As the two continued walking forward...

Strange changes occur.

Suddenly, the light emanating from the two of them vanished as if blown out, disappearing from the outside in an instant.

The two of them suddenly froze, as if they had been turned into statues.

"Senior Brother Qin!"

"Senior Brother Cheng!"

The remaining people's expressions changed, and they exclaimed in surprise.

"It's over, it's a nightmare, they're trapped in a nightmare too!"

Wang Shan, Lu Sheng, and the others were horrified, their hearts skipping a beat. They said, "That's what happened to our people before. No matter what methods they used, they couldn't resist. They would suddenly enter a dream without realizing it, and find themselves trapped in a strange little dark room."

How do we get out of this predicament?

A disciple of the military arts sect standing nearby looked shocked and angry. He grabbed Wang Shan and shouted a question.

"If someone can drag their bodies back from that area, there's a chance they can escape."

Wang Shan responded quickly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

A Blood Path disciple shouted sharply.

"I've already told you this once before; it's your fault for not making any preparations."

Wang Shan responded in a panic.

"How dare you talk back!"

The Blood Path disciple flew into a rage and was about to kill him with a single blow.

"Wait a minute!"

Fang Yi stretched out his hand, instantly stopping the Blood Path disciple. His expression was calm as he said, "What does this have to do with them? Why take your anger out on others?"

"you"

The Blood Path disciple looked shocked and angry, but dared not speak in the face of Fang Yi's intervention.

Offending the Poison Sect here is definitely not a wise move.

He might already be poisoned, but it just hasn't been detonated yet.

"Senior Brother Hong, what should we do?"

The disciple who had previously studied military strategy put down Wang Shan and asked in a low voice.

"How to do?"

Fang Yi pondered for a moment and asked, "Have both of them cultivated mental techniques?"

Just as the two walked past, he felt an indescribable spiritual fluctuation emanating from them.

"Yes."

The men looked uncomfortable and gave a response.

"Even those with mental cultivation techniques can be affected? The ghosts and monsters here are beyond imagination."

Fang Yi muttered to himself, glanced at the crowd, and said, "Unfasten your belts and tie them together!"

The group immediately understood Fang Yi's meaning and did as he said.

Soon a very long rope was made.

To prevent the rope from being too short, Fang Yi made them take off their clothes, tear them into strips, and tie them together, finally forming a rope nearly a thousand meters long.

Fang Yi grabbed one end of the rope and walked straight ahead.

"Brother Hong, be careful!"

A group of people from the martial arts and blood arts schools immediately spoke up.

"As long as you don't cut the rope, it's fine."

Fang Yi's voice came from afar.

Many people from the martial arts and blood arts paths changed their expressions.

To be honest, they really didn't dare to cut the rope short.

To reiterate, they now strongly suspect that they have been poisoned by the other party.

Otherwise, why would the other party be so calm?

Once they cut the rope, they'll likely suffer a terrible death themselves.

Not only did they dare not cut the rope, they also dared not let anything happen to Fang Yi inside.
Above officialdom.

Fang Yi's expression was grave. The deadly poison within his body had already spread rapidly, permeating his entire being, even his hair. Of course, his mind was also filled with countless toxins.
As he moved forward step by step, he soon encountered the same things that Qin Duanyue and Cheng Wuhui had experienced.

Thick white fog, like a vast tide, swept rapidly from the front, covering him in a mighty torrent.

Fang Yi remained motionless and flicked his fingers repeatedly.

Whoosh whoosh!

The extremely compressed poison shot out in an instant, seven or eight drops flying into the deepest part of the mist.

boom!
Ah!
The surging mist seemed to possess consciousness, suddenly emitting a sharp, piercing cry that echoed all around, incredibly abrupt, a sound that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.

The billowing white mist suddenly surged even more fiercely towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi's expression changed slightly, and even more venom was ejected.

at this time!

suddenly!

His body remained motionless, his mind was in turmoil, and his vision was rapidly darkening, as if he were trapped in some strange vortex, buzzing loudly.

After a while.

He regained consciousness.

He found himself in a dark and gloomy room, surrounded by darkness on all sides, so dark that he could barely see his own hand in front of his face. Only when his eyesight was pushed to its limit could he barely make out his surroundings.

The room occupies no more than fifty square meters, and the old wooden walls have long since turned black.

The floor was covered in dust, and behind it stood a grand armchair with a blank portrait hanging behind it. An indescribable pungent smell filled the dark room.

Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks sounded from outside.

Fang Yi suddenly turned around and looked at the doorway.

The wooden door closed from the inside, and the rapid knocking caused it to shake violently, as if it might be knocked to pieces at any moment.

Not only that, but there was also a rapid knocking sound coming from the windows on both sides.

A series of sounds rose and fell, like continuous waves, rumbling and booming.

Both the windows and the wooden doors were shaking violently.

at the same time.

The armchair behind him also began to make strange noises, creaking and groaning.

It was as if someone had sat down on it.

The blank portrait on the back of the armchair suddenly changed without a sound.

It's as if an invisible person is holding a brush and slowly painting on it.

The sound of the pen gliding across the paper can be heard clearly.
Gradually, a lifelike, enormous eyeball appeared on the blank portrait, eerie and sinister, shimmering with strange colors, blinking as if it were alive, looking at Fang Yi.

It gave the impression that an unknown entity was looking at Fang Yi with a mocking expression.

Fang Yi turned his head and quietly looked at the huge, eerie eyeball, and said, "Strange, could it be that you are not a spiritual being? My poison really has no effect on you?"

The eyeball paused slightly, then began to blacken rapidly. Countless poisonous patterns emerged, hissing and melting violently, and a series of shrill screams came directly from inside the eyeball.

His eyes blinked frantically, trying to retract.

But the terrifying poison had already spread along the eyeball, frantically invading it, and even the things behind the eyeball seemed to be infected by the poison.

Amidst a series of piercing screams, the eyeballs finally disappeared from the scroll once again.

The original painting was now riddled with holes, a large patch of corrosion appeared on the wall, the floor was dripping with pus and blood, and even the creaking armchair had fallen silent.

However, the knocking on the doors continued frantically, making a loud rumbling noise and causing intense vibrations.

Fang Yi looked at the wildly shaking windows and doors and said, "Want to come in? Then come in!"

puff!

The extremely concentrated poison within his body flicked out, instantly piercing through the doorway and landing outside the room, as if it had struck something.

Ah!
A series of shrill screams came from outside the room.

Fang Yi flicked his fingers repeatedly, focusing only on shooting out drops of venomous snakes.

at this time.

The entire room began to shake violently, swaying from side to side and bobbing up and down.

His expression froze, and he immediately looked down.

The room rose rapidly from the ground.
This was no room; it was clearly an enormous corpse, thousands of meters tall, bloated and emitting a putrid stench, permeated with a dark, cold, and unfathomable aura, like a dark, stinking ditch.
He was now standing squarely on the corpse's palm.

One of the corpse's eyeballs had already been corroded, hissing and dripping pus and blood.

The terrifying poison spread throughout its entire head, turning it completely black and beginning to melt. Countless drops of bodily fluids were dripping down, resembling a melting snowman.

boom!
Its large hand suddenly clenched, trying to crush Fang Yi to death.

However, Fang Yi's poison domain had already enveloped his entire body. The moment his palm clenched, the poison domain expanded, carrying the terrifying essence of 20 kinds of deadly poisons, and directly bombarded the corpse.

boom!
"what!"

The enormous corpse let out another shrill scream, and the pungent stench of decay spread rapidly.

Its entire palm was melting rapidly.

The terrifying poison spread throughout his body.

The enormous corpse melted away rapidly, like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade collapsing, hissing and bubbling as it collapsed to the ground with a loud bang, violently corroding and meeting a gruesome end.
Fang Yi's mind was in turmoil as the scene before him changed rapidly once again.

In the blink of an eye, he regained consciousness and reappeared in the same area.

The official road before us is still the same one!

The difference is that the dense fog has begun to dissipate rapidly.
A vague road was revealed inside.

He let out a soft breath and looked at Qin Duanyue and Cheng Wuhui behind him.

The two men twitched slightly, then suddenly regained consciousness, their faces showing shock as they gasped and quickly retreated.

"Brother Qin, Brother Cheng, you can go now."

Fang Yi said.

"Brother Hong!"

"You resolved the incident here?"

The two were taken aback.

"Now it seems, yes."

Fang Yi nodded.

The amount of poison in his body was far greater than he had anticipated!
The combination of 20 kinds of highly toxic substances with mental and elemental poisons is truly beyond imagination.

Hiss!

The two gasped again.

They were already aware of how eerie this place had been.

If they stayed any longer, they had no doubt that they would die a horrible death.

Was it really resolved so easily? How did he do it?
"Quick, let's go call the others!"

Qin Duanyue said.

They took immediate action.

after one day.

The crowd finally passed through here and rushed outwards.

Everyone experiences the joy of escaping death.

"Look, there are so many people ahead!"

"A person with four paths"