Pang, Zhu, Yang and other monks, their weapons were suspended on the open sea.

"Although this person used a mysterious hidden magic weapon and used a sneak attack to seriously injure a Jindan eighth-level cultivator. But what he could do was beyond the reach of ordinary Jindan monks. This strength was really terrifying, no less than the strength of the three of us! This person was hiding his strength and was deeply scheming. He was definitely not the kind of person who was willing to be used by us and acted as a cannon fodder in the ruins of the wild spirits."

"There is another very important thing. These two people seem to have not done their best at all. They are at ease when dealing with the eighth-level Jindan cultivator Li. Especially for the monk Ye, I have never seen clearly what magic weapon was that just now that I injured the little monk Cao."

"I didn't believe it at the time when Cao said that he was the elder of the first palace of the Zijian Palace. Now it seems, it should be true. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so powerful."

"What a pity. I didn't expect this mutation to happen just now. I had known that the little monk Cao would be severely injured, so I should have taken action to intercept the great monk Cao. We might have a chance to take advantage of the loss of an eighth-level Jindan monk to kill the Cao family and his group of treasure-grabbing monks in one fell swoop. If I failed to seize this fleeting opportunity, it would be difficult to kill the Cao family next time."

Cultivator Pang couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't expect this result. Master Cao reacted very quickly and swept the seriously injured monk Cao and flew away. He has disappeared now and it's too late to say anything."

"No matter what, this time I go to the ancient ruins of Huangling, I have to be more careful and guard against the revenge of Grand Master Cao. There is also the Ye family, whose strength is unpredictable and cannot be easily offended. It seems that the candidate for cannon fodder can only be the uncle and nephew of Wang. The two of them are weak, but they can be used just for use."

Cultivator Pang, Cultivator Zhu and Cultivator Yang, three late-stage cultivators of Jindan, looked at each other quickly, with complex expressions, and exchanged views with divine thoughts.

"Several fellow Taoists, please find a way to save my uncle! That poisonous sting has entered the bloodline and is moving against the current~!"

The middle-aged monk of Wang's family cried out in sorrow, and saw a gloomy black cold air spreading rapidly around the old man in his arms, his magic power was exhausted, and his pulse became weaker and weaker.

The middle-aged monk used magic power to protect the heart veins of the old man Wang to avoid the rapid invasion of black gas. He quickly took out a bottle of various poison-repelling spirit pills from the storage bag and fed them to the old man Wang, trying to disperse the black gas, but there was no effect, so he couldn't help asking everyone for help.

"Let me take a look!"

Cultivator Pang glanced at him, flew to the front of his uncle and nephew Wang, tore open the velvet on the chest of the old man Wang, and looked at the wound. He slapped three inches below the wound with a sophisticated palm. With his strong magic power, he pierced out a five-inch long black needle with a barb, bringing out a thick ink-like foul blood.

"It's indeed the Minghai Demon Scorpion needle. Judging from the length, it should be the tail needle of the eighth-level demon scorpion!!"

Cultivator Pang protected his palm with magic power and grabbed the black black needle. His face looked even more gloomy. He shook his head, "This poison needle has two toxins in water and wood. It is refined by a different method. It can break the protective energy and is extremely domineering and is enough to kill the late-stage Jindan cultivator. Uncle Ling's chance of saving it is very slim!"

After Ye Qin took back the Tianyi Youshui Sword, he shook his body and came to the uncle and nephew of Wang. Seeing the old man Wang's face covered with a layer of strong cold black air, his expression was dull, and he was almost about to lose his vitality.

"Brother Pang, is this demon scorpion poison needle so difficult to remove?"

Ye Qin looked solemn and couldn't help asking.

"It's not that this scorpion needle is so powerful, but it lacks the magic medicine to restrain this poison. You must know that the blood-colored sea is extremely large, and countless sea beasts are lurking in the deep sea. There are tens of thousands of strange poisons, and each one is different. It is necessary to develop corresponding spiritual pills to restrain each magic poison. However, we cannot carry the spiritual pills that restrain each magic poison with us. I have only brought dozens of the most common poison-proof spirit pills, and I have not restrained the spiritual pills of this sea demon scorpion needle."

Speaking of this, Cultivator Pang shook his head with a embarrassed look, "Of course, there are also rare spiritual pills that can restrain many strange poisons at the same time. However, each one is extremely expensive and not so easy to get."

"Scorpion needles of the two toxins of water and wood!?"

Huangfu Binger's eyebrows were slightly frowned.

If she was on the East China Sea islands, she might be able to find a way to refine a elixir to drive away this poison. But there was nothing she could do in this desolate sea of ​​blood.

"The ancient ship stronghold, someone once refined a spiritual pill for sale decades ago. I remember it was a fire-like elixir like 'Fire Phosphate Gold Pill', which is a metallic elixir that can restrain the poison of the demon scorpion needle in the sea demon."

The silent monk Zhu suddenly interrupted. His memory was surprisingly strong. He also remembered the scene he accidentally saw at the ancient ship stronghold decades ago.

"Fire Phosphorus Golden Pill? Is this spiritual pill sold at the ancient ship base now? I'll rush back and save my uncle's life."

The middle-aged monk of Wang was overjoyed and hugged the old man Wang, so he wanted to fly to the ancient ship base.

"It's useless. There are too few cultivators who need this pill, and almost no one buys it. The pill is not sold well. Later, no one refines this pill to sell it again... Many spiritual pills are like this, and they never appear again after a flash in the pan. It would be useless for you to return to the ancient ship base."

The monk prayed to the middle-aged monk of Wang's family and shook his head coldly, without any expression, "Unless you directly buy a rare spiritual pill that can drive away thousands of poisons. However, that kind of spiritual pill does not use hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones, don't even move your thoughts. Have you brought enough spiritual stones?

Of course, there is another way to save spirit stones, which is to return to the East China Sea islands and ask an alchemy master to take action to specifically refine the "Fire Phosphate Gold Pill". Although this spiritual pill is at the eighth level, the raw materials are cheap and the price is not expensive. It only costs one or two thousand spirit stones per pill. However, in this case, your uncle can last at most one or two days, and can he last until the Fire Phosphate Gold Pill is refined? Even if your uncle can last for a few more days, he will definitely find an alchemy master to refine this medicine?"

When the middle-aged monk of Wang heard this, he felt as if he was killed by thunder and his face was ashes.

Although his uncle and nephew are Jindan cultivators, they are short of money and their only spiritual stones are used to practice and support the same family. They don’t even have money to refine ordinary soul magic weapons, so how could they buy a large amount of spiritual stones on them to buy the poison-proof rare spiritual pill?

For a moment, he was helpless and lost his eyes, as if he had lost his soul.

Although there are many ways, none of them work.

He followed his uncle to practice immortality for 100 or 200 years, like his father and son, and practiced hardships all the way, as if he was right in front of him... If he was the only one left, it would be better to die.

Although the other Jindan monks present had a short relationship with Wang's uncle and nephew, they were also sad and moved by the death of the rabbit and the fox. At this moment, they all stood by the sword, silent.

They took out hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

But why did they take out this large spiritual stone?

There are countless monks who fall in the East China Immortal Cultivation World every day, but not every one of them can help. The uncle and nephew of Wang are just one of the many unlucky monks. When they see each helping the other, they should stop practicing.

Cultivator Pang's face was also a little bad. Although he only thought that Wang's uncle and nephew were cannon fodder, he died unexpectedly halfway through, which was a pity.

Ye Qin heard the monk Zhu talk about the Fire Phosphorus Golden Pill, but his heart moved, "Fellow Daoist Zhu, do you know what the formula of this spiritual pill is?"

"The main flavor of this pill is 'fire phosphorus snake yellow grass'. The leaves of this grass are burnt yellow, and they are twisted like a fiery red snake. And "Golden Wire Rong Grass", the roots of this grass are golden yellow, and there are a lot of fluff on the roots. There are more than ten auxiliary medicines,..."

Zhu monk said the recipe casually without expression.

Then, he looked at Ye Qin with some strangeness and said, "I accidentally heard several alchemy people in the ancient ship base chatting and remembered it. What do you want this recipe?"

"Nothing, just ask."

Ye Qin shook his head, thought for a while, and said to Xiong Pang, "Brother Pang, let's find an island to take a break for a while, and use magic to help fellow Dao Wang drive away the poison. No matter what, just do everything possible!"

"Okay, I know there is an island ahead, which is safe and hidden. Everyone should take a rest first to see if they can save Fellow Daoist Wang, and then make plans. Without a elixir, you can only use your magic power to force the poison to be driven away! Destroying poison is also one of the most effective ways, and it may be effective."

As the team leader, Cultivator Pang saw that everyone looked different and had no intention of rushing to go, so he had to do this.

Zhu, the two of you had a fierce battle just now, and they consumed a lot of mana. They were about to find a place to recover, so naturally they agreed.

A group of Jindan monks flew towards the depths of the sea under the leadership of monk Pang.

...

On the sea.

"What a pity!"

Du Ran and several other Jindan monks of Shangtang Palace followed Cao's gang all the way until they started a war with Pang's gang, and they also watched the battle from afar.

Seeing that the Cao family and his gang suddenly retreated, they were extremely upset.

"What a waste, he retreated so quickly! He was actually said to be the best treasure hunter in the ancient ship base."

Du Ran's face looked ugly. He had seen Ye Qin's combat power for a long time, so it was not surprising. He just didn't expect that his dual-cultivation partner was so powerful that he could be regarded as a late-stage Jindan monk.

"Senior Brother Duran, do you think we are following the Cao surnamed, or directly following Elder Ye from the Zijian Palace to find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack?"

After a little thought, Du Ran greeted everyone, "Let's go! Follow the Cao surname. Both of them have little loss of strength. If they suffer from this setback, they will not give up easily. We still have a chance!"

"yes!"

...

After flying for thousands of miles, he saw a lonely desert island ahead. Cultivator Pang and others collected their magic weapons and landed on them. They found a hidden mountain area, flew swords, opened up a large stone chamber, and took a rest for a while.

The monk silently set up a formation ban around the island to prevent someone from sneaking into the island and attacking.

Pang and Yang cultivators both meditated in the stone chamber to restore the mana lost in the battle.

The middle-aged monk of Wang's family was working hard to use his magic power to drive away the poisonous gas from the old man Wang. However, with his magic power in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, it was only enough to delay the spread of the black poisonous gas.

All the monks knew that within three or five days, the old man would sooner or later die of poison.

......

Ye Qin didn't say much and opened a stone room separately.

Huangfu Binger is also practicing temporarily in it.

After several hours, Ye Qin came out of the stone chamber, smiling, holding a small jade bottle in his hand, and a slightly spicy aroma of medicine floated out.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I'll give you this spiritual pill!"

Ye Qin made a move in his hand and a dark red spirit pill flew out of it.

"This is......?!"

Cultivator Pang opened his eyes and was surprised to see the dark red spirit pill in Ye Qin's hand.

"The poison-removing pill I carry with me!"

Ye Qin said in a quiet voice, "Try the effect."

Cultivator Pang didn't think much and shouted, "Brother Wang, why don't you let Uncle Ling take it quickly and try it. If you're late, the poison will enter the heart vein and it's useless if there is a elixir."

The middle-aged monk of Wang was already desperate at this time. He raised his head when he heard this, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes. The old man of Wang had been in the chest of the Sea Demon Scorpion Poison Needle for several hours. If he hadn't forced the poison to be expelled, he would have died long ago.

Ye Qin bounced his fingers and the fire-phosphorus golden elixir fell into the mouth of the old man Wang.

As soon as the spiritual pill entered the old man's mouth, it immediately turned into a stream of spiritual energy and circulated throughout his body.

I heard the old man Wang groaning, and after a moment, he vomited a large mouthful of black blood, and the blackness on his face was a little less. It was obvious that the elixir was effective.

The middle-aged monk of Wang was overjoyed when he saw his uncle spitting out dirty blood. "Thank you, Brother Ye, for the spiritual pill to save me. If I could save my uncle, I will definitely repay Brother Ye in the future..."

This time, his voice "Dao Brother" was so sincere. Ye Qin had severely injured the young monk Cao who attacked his uncle before, and used the detoxification medicine to save his uncle. The kindness to his uncle and nephew was hard to repay.

"Prevent the poison. Although I have taken the spiritual pill, it may take at least three days to expel the toxins with all my strength to protect Fellow Dao Wang's cultivation level!"

Ye Qin waved his hand indifferently and turned back to the stone room.

This fire and phosphorus golden elixir was just refined by him.

There are a large number of seeds of spiritual medicinal herbs in the wood mansion in his purple mansion. He collected these seeds of spiritual medicinal herbs from Baifu City for decades, and there are as many as tens of thousands of species.
To be continued...