Chapter 1263 Poison Saint

"What?!" A voice screamed in the cave, "When did it happen?"

"Just now, we discovered that his soul lamp went out."

The ancestor of Shangqiu, Poison Saint, was greatly stimulated, and the formation was completely resolved in an instant.

A figure rushed out of the cave very quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Black Rock City is in sight, come on!

Hurry up, hurry up...

Ming Ranxie was carrying Nangong Beichen on his back, Jiabao was supporting Tuoba Yan, and Murong Xinnuo was beside Huan Qingyan and Jimo Ya. Their spiritual treasures could no longer fly.

All were seriously injured and could not come out.

There is no spiritual energy to control the flying magic weapon anymore, and it is supported by the large amount of spiritual food that Huan Qingyan distributes to each one...

Along the way, they encountered countless demon clans, and they all charged out with all their strength.

Seeing that they were about to approach Black Rock City, the Lion King behind him went crazy. He shot thousands of miles with pressure and was about to suppress the group of them. At this critical moment, a soaring spiritual consciousness came out from Black Rock City.

"Lion King, it's out of character to attack juniors. Come on, I will keep you and your demon subordinates company!"

But they saw an old man dressed in dark green, shining like a ray of light from the direction of Black Rock City, in front of Huan Qingyan and the others, protecting Huan Qingyan and the others behind him.

"It's Poison Saint!"

"We are finally saved, woo woo woo, we are safe!" Jiabao shed tears of joy for the rest of his life.

But when I thought of Shangqiu Mengqian's absence, my joy turned to sadness, and my tears flowed down my face.

Jimo Ya and Huan Qingyan supported each other. Jimo Ya took the main force in the battle and always put Huan Qingyan first, so Huan Qingyan's injuries were much lighter than his.

Jimo Ya relied on his amazing willpower and strong body to support him back. His injuries were even more serious than Nangong Beichen, who was already unconscious.

"Xiaoyan, we are safe." He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Half of the body's weight rested on Huan Qingyan's body.

This was a sign of relaxation. Before, he had been telling himself not to fall down. He had to see Xiaoyan safe and direct the escape route.

Tuoba Yan also relaxed and fell on Jiabao's shoulder.

Murong Xinnuo rubbed his hands, with a look of joy on his lovely little face.

Over there, the Lion King was shocked when he saw the appearance of Poison Saint!

"Old Poison? Why are you here? These juniors peeked at the treasure of our demon clan and must return it today! Otherwise, you Black Rock City will not be able to eat and carry around."

The Poison Saint is a short old man as skinny as wood, with deep wrinkles like deep ravines, and eyes as deep as an ancient pool. He can't see any twists and turns. He doesn't say much when he hears words. He stretches out his hand and gives out a handful of green The dusty material was sprinkled towards the ground.

"No more nonsense, if you have the guts, just come over!"

The Lion King took a breath of cold air and said, "Old poisonous creature, you are cruel! I have brought my men here today, so I will give you a head start. One day I will come alone to meet you..."

If other half-saints from the human race were here, the Lion King would not be so afraid.

The Poison Saint is different. In terms of his ability to fight alone, he may not be as good as other human half-saints, but in terms of group fights, no one is his opponent. He is simply a monster-killing madman on the battlefield.

In his war, almost no grass grew, and the demon clan suffered heavy casualties.

No matter how many monsters the Lion King brings now, they will never be able to cross the area where he just spread poisonous powder.