Chapter 115: The magical power changes!!

The fat-faced Taoist priest knew very well that the residual poison in the tomb was still fatal lethal. Now time is tight, so we cannot wait until the residual poison disappears before entering.

Because the woman in the palace costume in the middle stage of concentration fell, as the second generation elder of the family, she must have left a soul jade slip in "Yuwu Villa". Once she dies, the soul jade slip will break and will inevitably be discovered by the senior management of Yuwu Villa.

"Pharmacists, come forward for me!

A trace of coldness flashed in the fat-faced Taoist priest's eyes, and a stream of spiritual pressure suddenly surged into his body, oppressing everyone's hearts, making people unable to breathe.

At the same time, his eyes lingered on the faces of Yang Fan, Zheng Yaoshi and Lin Yaoshi for a while, and it was obvious that he had already speculated.

Zheng Yaoshi smiled bitterly, stood up first, and said to the fat-faced Taoist priest: "My granddaughter has just entered the medical field and is not worthy of responsibility."

The fat-faced Taoist priest glanced at Zheng Xiaoman and nodded to Zheng Pharmacist, but the spiritual pressure on his body still did not disappear.

Yang Fan could feel the cold light flashing in the other party's sharp eyes, sighed lightly, and stood up, and smiled bitterly in his heart. The monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage were indeed unusual, standing at the commanding heights of the three major realms in front of immortal cultivation.

Yaoshi Lin was the third one to stand up, with a expressionless face, but his eyes looked at Yang Fan and Zheng Yaoshi.

"You three are trying to find a way to see if you can control the residual poison in this tomb. I don't have much time left..."

The fat-faced Taoist priest said lightly, with a threatening tone.

Yaoshi Lin looked at the gloomy tomb and said calmly: "After senior, we can feel the poisonous fog just now at the entrance of the tomb. The monks in the Concentration Stage will die when they touch it, and even the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage will find it difficult to compete with. Let's ask, this level of poisoning technique is not something that we little pharmacists in the Qi Refining Stage can deal with."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan and Zheng Pharmacist nodded repeatedly. There are levels of limitations for pharmacists to cure injuries or detoxify. It is impossible for a low-level pharmacist to heal the damage caused by high-level pharmacists. The same is true for the residual poison now. Obviously, it is a poison with a very high level, and the pharmacists in the Qi Refining Stage are indeed unable to handle it.

"Hmph! Don't you want to live anymore?"

The fat-faced Taoist priest leaned his fingers and a strong gray wind in his fingers hit the pharmacist Lin who was speaking just now.

ah!

Pharmacist Lin screamed, his whole arm began to rot, and a thick piece of blood was shed, and he fell to the ground and rolled in an extremely painful state.

Click!

Pharmacist Lin suddenly used his strength and broke his entire arm, which barely prevented the corrupt force from eroding one step further, and could be considered a life-saving.

The other monks were frightened to see it.

"Senior, you are..." Chu Qiuran felt anger in his heart and couldn't help asking.

"You three listen to me and find a way to help me control this poison without completely restraining it, just resisting it a little."

The fat-faced Taoist priest said indifferently, ignoring Chu Qiuran.

"If you don't even have a slight solution, I might as well erase you three and give up this tomb."

The murderous intent in the eyes of the fat-faced Taoist priest is even stronger.

In fact, with his magical characteristics of the ghost corpse, he can withstand this poison, but with his current state, he can only exert the strength of concentrating the Great Perfection, and it is quite difficult to deal with it.

"Let me try..."

Yang Fan walked out with a calm expression on his face. He didn't believe that the fat-faced Taoist priest would really abandon this thousand-year-old tomb.

"Haha, junior, you seem to have some skills. You can see from the previous treatment of injuries. If you can add a little bit of confidence to me, this Taoist will be rewarded." The fat-faced Taoist priest said with a smile.

Without saying a word, Yang Fan tore off a piece of fabric from his body, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into the tomb.

Was it—

For a moment, the ball of fabric rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye and then turned into a ball of black residue.

This scene made everyone present take a breath of air conditioning.

Yang Fan was calm and said lightly: "Although it is just some residual poison, its virility is still very strong. I can only immunize half of the toxicity of my predecessors."

"What! Half?"

The fat-faced Taoist priest said in disbelief and almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, I can only be half immune. This is the limit that the younger generation can do." Yang Fan said lightly.

"Action quickly. If you can really immunize this path to half of the virulence, you will have a lot of rewards."

The fat-faced Taoist priest said anxiously.

Seeing this, Zheng Yaoshi couldn't help but look happy.

"Wait." Yang Fan took out two jade bottles and a small paper bag from the storage bag.

"This is the detoxification pill. The cultivation level of the previous generation can take five pills at once. This is an auxiliary pill to enhance the efficacy of the detoxification pill... There is a powder in this small paper bag. Sprinkle a little on the body and form a protective layer on the surface of the body."

Yang Fan said in an orderly manner that he poured out some pills from the jade bottle and handed them to the fat-faced Taoist priest along with the small paper bag.

The fat-faced Taoist priest glanced at him coldly, first took out the detoxification pill and sniffed it, nodded, then picked up an auxiliary pill, sniffed it, but frowned, and finally unfolded the small paper bag and checked it.

"Why do I think this auxiliary pill is a bit strange?" asked the fat-faced Taoist priest suddenly.

Yang Fan said lightly: "If taken alone, it is a poison, but it is not enough to threaten the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Taking it with my unique detoxification pill can greatly increase the resistance to toxicity."

"Oh? The unique detoxification pill? Which sect do you have mastered?" The fat-faced Taoist priest asked curiously.

"The one who taught me medical skills was a stunning man. I once swore that I could not reveal his honorary name." Yang Fan said with his eyes not beating or his heart was speeding up.

Under the huge gap in level, he was able to lie so without a trace, which shows his concentration and state of mind.

"Oh? It seems that your teacher is not simple."

The fat-faced Taoist priest first sprinkled the medicine powder on his body, then took the detoxification pill, then picked up the auxiliary pill, hesitated for a while, and finally took it.

Yang Fan remained silent. He felt that the moment before taking the auxiliary pill, the fat-faced Taoist priest's spiritual sense locked his heartbeat, blood, skin, etc.

Obviously, the fat-faced Taoist priest is still very wary.

"You, and you, come with me into the tomb."

The fat-faced Taoist priest suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed Yang Fan and Hu Fei.

Yang Fan was a little surprised. Why did he even want to go in?

"Senior, this seems to be a bit inappropriate. Yang Yaoshi has just had his cultivation level in the early stage of Qi refining. If he enters the tomb, wouldn't he be killed?"

Chu Yuyan couldn't help asking.

"Hmph, I have my own decisions. Girl, don't talk nonsense. Be careful that I will turn you into a zombie." The fat-faced Taoist sneered.

When Chu Yuyan heard this, she couldn't help but shudder.

Chu Yiyun stood on the other side, but the expression he looked at Yang Fan was a bit gloating.

Yang Fan nodded and also gave Hu Fei an antidote to resist toxicity.

Then he took the next serving in great pain.

Seeing this, the fat-faced Taoist priest nodded slightly and said, "You two follow me into the tomb."

After saying that, he took the lead in walking towards the tomb, with Yang Fan and Hu Fei following closely behind.

As soon as he entered the tomb, the fat-faced Taoist priest paused for a moment, and felt the powder on his clothes flashing with a strange light, resisting part of the poisonous force, and the rest of the poisonous force immersed in his body was dissolved by a strange warm flow.

With his cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he can withstand the external poison with a little luck and magic power. Hu Fei is similar to him, and it seems that this son is extraordinary.

As for Yang Fan, the fat-faced Taoist priest put his hand on him, condensed a gray protective layer, attached to his body.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, as if expressing gratitude. He knew that the fat-faced Taoist priest would not let him die. A skilled pharmacist has considerable value in places like the Thousand Years Tomb. Of course, perhaps the fat-faced Taoist priest has other intentions.

With a fat-faced Taoist priest leading the way, the three of them entered the tomb smoothly and came to the door of the stone hall.

This time I entered the dark red stone hall, and there were no iron-armored puppets to block the road. However, for the sake of caution, the fat-faced Taoist priest still let its foundation-building zombies lead the way.

Zombies are almost immune to toxicity and are very suitable for operating in this tomb land.

The three of them walked into the hall carefully and soon saw the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse. It wandered around without thinking, and everything was acting in accordance with its instinct.

"Senior, this thousand-year-old mysterious corpse doesn't even have a head, why do you still have the ability to act?"

Yang Fan asked curiously, "I finally met a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and I was from the Ghost Corpse, so this opportunity should not be missed."

"Zombies are not ordinary creatures, let alone a thousand-year-old mysterious corpse that has been demonized. Of course, other possibilities are not ruled out, such as the thousand-year-old mysterious corpse who practiced the magic skills during his lifetime, or the legendary immortal body..."

The fat-faced Taoist priest replied, as if it was difficult to determine. However, Yang Fan captured some excitement and excitement from his tone.

Indeed, a thousand-year-old mysterious corpse like this is definitely the treasure that the ghost corpse monk dreams of, and can even risk his life for it.

"You guys stand still. You have a low cultivation level in your little pharmacist. You can retreat to the door."

The fat-faced Taoist priest indifferently.

"Senior Thank you." Yang Fan retreated to the entrance of the hall. Of course, he would not be so stupid that he thought the other party was taking care of him. The fat-faced Taoist probably had any other use of him.

The fat-faced Taoist priest first manipulated the black zombies in the foundation-building stage and walked towards several sarcophagus in the hall.

Yang Fan stood at the entrance of the hall and looked at it carefully. He was also very curious about what was in the sarcophagus?

He took a slow step and saw the black zombie about to touch the sarcophagus.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Bang!

The thousand-year-old headless demon corpse suddenly turned around, and the vast demonic energy condensed, and a palm was used to slash at the black foundation-building zombies.
To be continued...