C80 (2/2)

”The Qi Condensation Flower is the main ingredient to refine the Energy Condensation Pill. If one consumed a Energy Condensation Pill, one's strength would increase by 200 pounds. If you take five of them, you will have the power of a thousand catties! ”

Bai Xiaochuan shifted his gaze to the three people who were currently battling. Even though the Five Poisons Sect was fighting two people against one, they were not at a disadvantage at all.

From his Spirit Pet Pouch, he released a dozen table sized venomous spiders. Level two demon beast, Violet Tentacle Spider. It was extremely toxic and agile, and could shoot out extremely sticky spider webs.

Of the two disciples of the Eight Level Dao, one was tied down by the Purple Spider and the other fought back and forth with a disciple of the Five Poison Sect.

A disciple of the Eight Level Dao shouted, ”Break for me!”

The two fists struck out, and the force in the fists twisted in a vicious wind. He rushed towards the chest of the Five Poison Sect's disciples.

The Five Poisons Sect disciples waved their sleeves as a blue mist flew towards the Eight Extreme Dao disciples.

The disciples of the Eight Level Dao Sect didn't dare to take it head on. If they were to be infected by the Five Poison Cult's poison techniques, their fates would be miserable.

The Eight Level Dao Disciples retreated. Who knew that this poisonous mist seemed to have a spirit? Following his footsteps! This was not poison fog! It was a very small mass of blue bugs!

The poisonous bugs drilled into the seven apertures of the Eight Level Dao disciples. This person's face instantly turned deathly pale. His facial features twisted together and he spat out a large mouthful of black tainted blood.

He opened his mouth as if in pain, but no sound came out. His feet staggered and he fell to the ground dead.

When the other Eight Extreme Dao disciple saw this, his heart broke. He stomped hard on the ground and was sent flying. He then turned around and fled for his life.

Bai Xiaochuan's eyes lit up, ”The chance is here!”

He held onto the Wind Sound Sword and Dragon Locking Whip and leapt out, ”Senior Brother! I'll lend you a hand! ”

The face of the Eight Level Dao disciple lit up. He had thought that they were in the same sect. Who would have thought that it would be a disciple of the Falling Cloud Sect and a wind blade!

His martial arts cultivation was not bad, he shattered the wind blades with a single punch. However, what he did not notice was that an extremely thin thread had silently wrapped itself around his neck.

A chill went down his neck, and he saw a man running forward. This back seemed somewhat familiar. Wasn't this him!?

The head fell to the ground, dead.

Bai Xiaochuan picked up the storage bag from the corpse's waist. The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect watched on with cold eyes, not moving in the slightest.

Bai Xiaochuan laughed, ”Come, Ouyang Feng!”