Myriad Poison Valley was one of the areas where the poison masters of the Chu Yun Empire gathered. This humid environment gave rise to a large number of poisonous herbs. The poison masters ran around in the vast mountain range, searching for poisonous herbs.
But at this moment, the world grew dim. A thin nine-colored mist slowly spread and fell from the sky.
"What is this."
A poison master looked at the magnificent nine-colored mist and reached out his hand.
Zila—
His flesh and blood instantly melted away, turning into white bones. The poison master only had time to let out a tragic scream before the poisonous barrier enveloped him. In a single breath, there was an extra white skeleton on the ground.
The miserable roars of magical beasts echoed under the sky. Myriad beasts stampeded, all wanting to escape this terrifying hell. However, before they could even run a few steps, the nine-colored poisonous barrier spread and corroded them, turning them into horrifying white skeletons.
The nine-colored poisonous barrier spread rapidly, almost covering more than half of the Chu Yun Empire. One by one, villages and cities were turned into dead lands without any resistance. Cries of grief filled the fields, and living beings were plunged into misery.
"What exactly happened."
The ruler of the Chu Yun Empire, upon hearing the incoming news, was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"The poisonous mist has spread to the City of a Thousand Stones. Not a single one of the more than four thousand people in the entire city survived…"
"The poisonous mist has spread to the City of Sand Sea. Not a single one of the more than thirteen thousand people in the entire city survived…"
"The poisonous mist has spread to the City of Poison Pills, a hundred li away from the Imperial City. The old Poison Emperor escaped, but is in critical condition and probably won't survive for another hour…"
It was over. The face of the Chu Yun Empire's royal family was ashen. Even the old Poison Emperor, with his Nine-Star Dou Huang strength, couldn't withstand this poisonous mist. In just half a day, it had already swept through more than half of the Chu Yun Empire.
The exact number of deaths could no longer be counted. He only knew that the Chu Yun Empire was truly finished. Leaving aside how long this poisonous mist would last or how large its range would be, and whether they could survive it. Even if they did, after suffering such a blow, they would be annexed by the other neighboring countries.
"Your Majesty, we should retreat quickly."
"The poisonous barrier has already spread towards the Imperial City. If we don't retreat now, there will be no time."
A group of ministers knelt down and said.
The ruler of the Chu Yun Empire collapsed onto his throne, his eyes filled with despair, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant. As a ruler, no one knew how much he had sacrificed for this country.
He waved his hand.
"You may all leave. I want to be alone."
"But, but…"
The ministers knelt down, pleading.
"This is the last time I will order you as your emperor."
The middle-aged man on the throne said.
"Report."
"The poisonous mist is less than ten li away from the Imperial City."
"What."
Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they scattered and fled like birds and beasts. The Chu Yun Empire was already finished.
"Ahhhhhhh."
Tragic screams echoed throughout the entire Imperial City. The poisonous mist, like a monstrous tidal wave, surged and devoured everything.
"Is this the Heavenly Poison that kills and corrodes bones."
"The more beautiful something is, the more deadly it is."
The ruler of the Chu Yun Empire looked at the poisonous mist that was rolling towards him. It was as if he had seen through the mortal world, and he closed his eyes.
However, after a few breaths, he didn't seem to feel any pain.
"A person who only waits for death is not worthy of being the emperor of an empire."
A cold voice echoed in his ear. He opened his eyes, and four or five figures had already appeared in the main hall. A purplish-black, fiery flame flickered, and the surrounding poisonous mist was devoured and dispersed.
The ruler of the Chu Yun Empire was stunned when he saw one of the figures in front of him.
"The source of this poisonous mist is the Myriad Poison Valley, right."
Hun Miesheng asked coldly.
"Looking at the spread of the poisonous mist, the center should be near the Myriad Poison Valley. That's correct."
The ruler of the Chu Yun Empire replied.
Hun Miesheng nodded, then glanced at the emperor of the Chu Yun Empire. "The Chu Yun Empire either submits to the Medusa Empire or is destroyed. Choose one."
…
The closer they got to the Myriad Poison Valley, the thicker the poisonous mist became. There were mountains of piled-up skeletons everywhere. Even stones and cities were corroded to an unrecognizable state.
Purplish-black flames surrounded Hun Miesheng, isolating the nine-colored poisonous mist. Given the terrifying nature of this poisonous mist, even he would have to expend some effort if he were to get contaminated.
When they arrived at the Myriad Poison Valley, the nine-colored poisonous mist here had almost condensed into a liquid state. Ten thousand zhang above the ground, a graceful figure stood tall and erect. Her silver hair fluttered in the wind. Layers of nine-colored poisonous mist were surging out from her body.
"Xiao Yixian."
Hun Miesheng frowned and tried calling out to her twice.
The figure trembled upon hearing the call and slowly turned around. The beautiful face, covered in a sinister black aura, came into view. The pupils on that face were a strange nine-colored.
"Save me…"
"Save me…"
A faint voice came from Xiao Yixian's mouth, intoxicating one's mind. A slight ripple appeared in the soul. An invisible large hand extended out, as if trying to drag a person's soul into the deep abyss of hell.
"You are not Xiao Yixian."
Hun Miesheng squinted his eyes and said coldly, "I don't care what you are. You'd better get out of this body immediately, or your soul will be annihilated."
He snorted coldly. The Seven-Star Peak Lightning Spirit surged out. A lightning net with a faint golden light turned the invisible large hand and the nine-colored poisonous mist into dust. The Soul Power of the Heavenly Realm Great Perfection surged out, and the Bewitching Soul Art was instantly broken.
Xiao Yixian retreated a few steps, her delicate body trembling slightly. The expression on her face became twisted. A strange, inhuman laugh came from Xiao Yixian's mouth. She raised her palm, and the sky-high nine-colored poisonous mist instantly gathered and surged towards him.
Hun Miesheng chuckled.
If his senses were correct, although Xiao Yixian's aura was still continuously growing, she was only a Dou Zong Three or Four-Star. A purplish-black flame appeared in his palm. The current flame had already fused with the Three Thousand Flaming Flame and devoured a small amount of Chaos Purple Qi, making its power far superior to before.
As soon as it was released, the surrounding space was burned into a vacuum. The purplish-black flame grew, instantly condensing into a fire dragon. The fire dragon roared and swept away the surrounding nine-colored poisonous mist like a whirlwind.
A look of terror appeared on Xiao Yixian's face. She twisted her slender waist and was about to escape into space.
"Trying to run."
Hun Miesheng sneered. Before he finished speaking, his body had already disappeared from its original spot. A large hand reached out from the void and grabbed Xiao Yixian's pure white and clean jade neck. Xiao Yixian struggled violently.
"I want to see what you are."
He gently pointed a finger at Xiao Yixian's forehead.
"Don't."
A painful groan came from Xiao Yixian's mouth. Her pupils instantly reverted to their original black and white color. Hun Miesheng frowned and hesitated for a moment.
At this very moment, a slender jade hand carrying a nine-colored poison grabbed towards his heart. Hun Miesheng snorted coldly. He fully infiltrated Xiao Yixian's sea of consciousness with his Soul Power. Xiao Yixian let out a tragic cry and fainted. Under the pressure of the Heavenly Realm Great Perfection's Soul Power, an illusory image of a small nine-colored flower with a black body slowly appeared.
Hun Miesheng raised his hand, intending to annihilate the soul of this small flower. But at this moment, a faint voice fell from the sky…
"Nine-Colored Ghost Flower. It would be a real heartache to destroy it like this."
(End of Chapter)
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