"I see that even though he has swallowed the medicine and is circulating his power, the wound on his body still cannot recover. It's a stalemate between the medicinal power and the toxicity. There should be a result within thirty breaths."
One of them answered.
"The situation on 'Elder Longjiao's' side is not very good either, especially Fellow Daoist Xi Ye."
The third elder of the "Four-Eared Macaque Clan," with his stooped back, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, his thoughts unknown.
He was a close friend of "Elder Longjiao," but with the Demon Guard Army nearby and the formation restriction on the stone platform activated, he had no way to help.
Now, Xi Ye was clutching her own neck with one hand, and holding a small jade bottle in the other, shaking it as she poured some kind of spiritual liquid into her mouth.
Her figure, usually as steady as a rock, was now staggering as if drunk, stumbling within a small area.
Jiao Wuxing, on the other hand, was clutching his head, his whole body covered in red spots, his face twisted and ferocious.
"Life and death in a poison duel often happen in an instant. It's not easy to judge the situation on either side!"
The last foreign Golden Core cultivator spoke. Hearing this, the few of them fell silent for a moment.
They had been dealing with the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan" for more than a day or two, and they had great faith in the detoxification pills they refined.
But now it seemed that the unknown Zhang Ming had caused a lot of trouble for the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan."
"Two Great Masters, do you see any clues? Why does it look to me like 'Elder Longjiao' is about to succeed in detoxifying?"
On the other side, Jie Fengkai, who was skilled in life-and-death combat, had always been very disdainful of such insidious methods. After watching for a while, he found it dull.
But he still felt that besides "Elder Longjiao," the other three all looked as if they were about to die at any moment.
"Amitabha, it's hard to say. The danger of a poison duel does not lie in its appearance. It's impossible to be certain until the last moment. Don't look at how composed that 'Elder Longjiao' is now, but this poor monk can feel that his soul power cannot be consolidated, as if it has been greatly affected."
Great Master Wanxiang answered. As he spoke, golden runes faintly circulated in his eyes.
'Senior Brother has even used the power of the 'Six Powers.' Then what he sees should be true.'
Seeing his senior brother speak, Wanzang on the side did not answer. He was not as powerful in the dharma as Wanxiang and had not yet reached the realm of the Buddhist Six Powers and Ten Strengths.
He had only cultivated the divine powers of the Three Bodies, Four Wisdoms, and Five Eyes, so he still could not see the state of another's soul.
In fact, Wanxiang had only just stepped into the "Six Powers" not long ago. His cultivation was only at a minor completion, having only glimpsed a trace of the true meaning of the "Heavenly Eye Power."
As for the "Heavenly Ear Power," "Mind-Reading Power," "Past Life Power," "Divine Realm Power," and "Extinction Power," he had not been able to comprehend them at all.
So, he could only vaguely see some abnormalities in another's soul, and this was only when the other's soul was relatively turbulent.
But just this ability to glimpse another's divine soul was enough to startle people.
Just as the crowd below was constantly speculating, a sudden change occurred on the stage. Following a fierce shout from "Elder Longjiao," Jiao Wuxing, whose cultivation was lower, suddenly let out a piercing scream.
In the disbelieving eyes of everyone, three mists of blood shot up from his head, turning into blood arrows and shooting out.
The temples and the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head had accumulated a large amount of spiritual power. Jiao Wuxing, under the splitting headache, had repeatedly urged the spiritual power of his dantian, letting the spiritual power wrap around the medicinal power of the "Shuiluoshi" and circulate upwards.
He attempted to use the medicinal power to remove the poisonous gas around the major acupoints and restore the circulation route of his spiritual power. But after his medicinal power reached his head, it disappeared at the speed of the sun melting snow.
At the same time, because most of the medicinal power of the "Shuiluoshi" was gathered in his head, the resistance and suppression in other parts of his body immediately weakened.
The skin that had been stinging like a bee sting began to burn with intense pain. In an instant, his body felt as if it had entered a boiling cauldron of oil.
This made his already unbearable pain even more unbearable, and this symptom became more and more intense.
In just an instant, Jiao Wuxing already looked the most ferocious of the three.
The red spots on his entire body had already connected into a single patch, and then formed large red blisters. The moment the blisters formed, they burst one after another, and yellow pus flowed out.
This pus instantly soaked his black clothes, turning them into yellow-green garments. A foul, unbearable stench spread around, making people want to vomit.
As the red blisters on Jiao Wuxing's body burst, his body was already trembling uncontrollably like a sieve, and his temples and the top of his head were bulging high.
At this time, it was as if long horns had grown out. His whole person began to fall into a state of collapsing consciousness.
At this time, "Elder Longjiao" on the side shouted fiercely.
"Wuxing, open your mouth!"
As he spoke, he had already flicked out a yellow pill with his finger.
His fierce shout made Jiao Wuxing, who was already in a daze from the pain, sober up for a moment. He subconsciously opened his mouth, and a yellow light shot towards his mouth.
But just as the yellow light was about to enter his mouth, three "bangs" sounded almost at the same time. Jiao Wuxing's wide-open head suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
The yellow light passed through the blood mist and turned into a black dot, shooting into the distance.
Following the explosion of his head, Jiao Wuxing's entire body was like a string of lit firecrackers. The speed at which the large red blisters on his body burst was even faster.
With each burst of the blisters, a piece of flesh disappeared from his physical body, which had lost control of its spiritual power.
Jiao Wuxing's body was like a huge rock buried in the sand. At this time, it was as if a gust of wind had blown past. The white bones were constantly losing their flesh, and the white was exposed bit by bit.
More and more white skeletons appeared, quickly connecting into a single piece. The hard, white skeletons only lasted for a little longer before they also quickly darkened and melted.
A green dot the size of a bean shot out directly from Jiao Wuxing's festering abdomen. After passing through the layers of blood mist from the explosion, it flew into the distance.
All of this happened too fast. By the time everyone reacted, a headless body was rapidly "weathering" away before their eyes. "The indestructible physical body of a Golden Core cultivator, it's just... destroyed?"
"A mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, a sky-piercing magic power, yet he couldn't resist this poison. Poison techniques are truly sinister..."
"This poison is domineering, truly domineering..."
"..."
Various thoughts arose in everyone's heart with disbelief, and a cold chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.
They looked at each other and saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes. If they were in this duel, the outcome might be the same.
Especially since there were also initial-stage Golden Core cultivators here. They all knew that although the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan's" physical body was not as hard as vajra, it was one of the most difficult to destroy because the physical body of the flood dragon snake type was famous for its toughness.
What's more, Jiao Wuxing was also a powerful mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. If they really fought, how many people here would dare to say that they could kill him?
But he was destroyed so quickly.
Su Yuan and Xie Tongyi were already dumbfounded. In the information they had obtained from the sect, how could this Elder Zhang be related to poison?
Wasn't he just good at close-quarters combat? But now, in less than ten breaths, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator had his physical body completely destroyed by him, and could only escape with his demonic core.
The third elder of the "Four-Eared Macaque Clan," with his stooped back, had just said "this poison is domineering...", but in the next moment, something even more domineering happened.
On the platform, "Elder Longjiao" saw his pill pass through a cloud of blood mist.
His reaction was also extremely fast. Enduring the feeling of his soul drifting, he took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his body. With a flash of his figure, he had already arrived beside Xi Ye.
He grabbed the female cultivator who was staggering in a small area and gasping for breath, and then floated away to the far side of the platform. He had already sensed the danger brought by the scattered blood mist.
And all he could do was to first take Xi Ye away from the area affected by the explosion of Jiao Wuxing's flesh and blood.
Just as they left their original spot, the blood mist from Jiao Wuxing's body on the other side had already spread to where they had been standing.
At the same time, a green light shot out from his abdomen. It was Jiao Wuxing's demonic core. Jiao Wuxing's face was reflected on the demonic core, filled with extreme terror.
But the moment the demonic core passed through the blood mist, it was covered with a layer of blood mist. This blood mist quickly gathered and re-condensed into a layer of fine red spots, wrapping it layer by layer.
The demonic core, only the size of a bean, suddenly underwent another strange change. Jiao Wuxing's mournful scream was heard.
"No!"
Then, the demonic core, still in flight, suddenly fell powerlessly onto the platform. Everything happened without any warning.
The moment the demonic core landed on the platform, it was like a shattered drop of water. A small patch of green liquid flowed out in all directions, staining the surface of the huge rock.
"Even... even... even the demonic core was corroded... empty?"
Jie Fengkai no longer had his hands behind his back. Instead, his eyes were wide open. He turned his head sharply to look at Zhang Ming, who was sitting cross-legged and swaying on the other side. He was extremely impressed.
The demonic core and the golden core were the same. They were the essence of a cultivator's cultivation. Even a lightning strike or an electric shock would have a hard time affecting them.
But Jiao Wuxing's demonic core was as fragile as a drop of water.
"Even if this Zhang Ming dies, it's worth it. At least he has already taken someone down with him, and it's a cultivator whose realm and cultivation are both higher than his."
"'Falling Star Valley's' reputation is not small, but their skill in refining poison pills has always been obscure. Are they hiding their strength, or are they keeping it as a killer move?"
"I remember now. Twenty years ago, four sects invaded 'Falling Star Valley.' Although most of the news said that they joined forces with the 'Green Wind Sect' and the 'Six Plates Hall' to destroy the four sects led by the 'Wind-Rending Clan.' But there was also news that 'Falling Star Valley' had first heavily injured at least two clans of Golden Cores on their own before joining forces with others. Looking back now, this news is likely. If 'Falling Star Valley' kept their expertise in poisoning as a secret, then it could really have the effect of a surprise attack and a comeback victory."
"Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent!"
Seeing Jiao Wuxing die in just ten breaths, the two monks, Wanxiang and Wanzang, both had grave expressions. They couldn't help but put their palms together and chant a Buddhist phrase.
A poison duel was like this. Even for cultivators of the same level, life and death were decided in an instant.
If it were a real duel between them, at their realm, unless the gap between the two sides was too great, they could only injure the other party.
On the other side, the few cultivators who had come with the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan" were shocked, and their thoughts were different.
"The human cultivators are extremely vicious. This time when we go back, we must unite with other races to suppress them. We cannot let them rise again..."
"Fellow Daoist Jiao... he... just died?"
"I've never heard of this kind of poisoning symptom. If I could buy this pill from 'Falling Star Valley'..."
'No, I'll contact the other party in a while. Even if Zhang Ming dies, I must get in touch with the 'Falling Star Valley' shop...'
On the platform, "Elder Longjiao" had just put down Xi Ye in his hands when he heard a dying scream from behind him. He turned his head sharply.
In the next moment, his eyes turned scarlet.
In his line of sight, he saw a body with only thirty percent of its flesh and blood left, even the skeleton having melted. A little further away on the ground was a small puddle of dark green on the stone surface, where the residual aura of the demonic core still lingered.
"Wuxing!"
The dizziness in "Elder Longjiao's" head grew even worse. His footsteps also began to stagger, his body shaking as he swayed.