4951: C4951 Poison Erosion(part I)

C4951 Poison Erosion(part I)

"Boss!" He heard Yuwen Hu calling out to him, but his body felt like it had been thrown off a cliff. The feeling of weightlessness was so strong that his stomach felt like it had been sucked in. He felt a wave of nausea.0

His consciousness had already drifted out of the sky. When he looked up and fixed his eyes, he saw that the forest was no longer in front of him.

It was a tall mountain, with flowing water. It brushed past the rainstorm in his throat. The wind that rolled up his sleeves sent a chill down Lin Hao's spine. When he lowered his head to look at his hands, he didn't know where the Dragon Cry Sword had gone. Only his pale and skinny wrist was exposed on the outside of his wet robe.

There was a cliff under his feet, and half of Lin Hao's foot was hanging on the edge of the cliff. As long as he took half a step back, he would fall into the bottomless abyss.

Illusion? He wanted to find the answer in his confused and chaotic mind, but he couldn't figure out what he was going to do. He could only look down at the dark abyss.

No, that's not right. He stumbled as he thought, is this poison? Or is it the unique ability of the Demonic Beast? Sword, where's my Dragon Cry Sword?

That pair of pale hands touched around his waist, but that place was empty. There was no brocade pouch with a bird's beak and plum blossom embroidered on it, nor was there the usual Dragon Cry Sword that hung on the side of his body, nor was there Yuwen Hu who he carried all the way.

This caused Lin Hao to stop moving. His hands helplessly hung in the air, and without waiting for him to look around again, the cliff suddenly collapsed.

Countless figures appeared out of thin air and fell down the cliff with him, turning into white smoke halfway.

Although he was surrounded by poison and could not lift his body, he was a person who had experienced hundreds of battles. Without thinking much, he quickly raised his hands and wanted to shoot out a Sword Wind.

Halfway through, Lin Hao saw his empty hands and remembered that he did not have the Dragon Cry Sword. He could only use his fingers as a blade and let the air flow out like an arrow from the tip of his fingers.

However, the white smoke seemed to be alive. It avoided the wind arrows and quickly wrapped around his body.

It was clearly just a white smoke that could not be touched, but the suffocating feeling that wrapped around his body was like a delicate and cool python. It tightened around your waist, grabbed your neck, and pressed you down into the abyss.

The air was squeezed out of Lin Hao's lungs, making his somewhat confused face become more solemn. The Spiritual Energy in his meridians started circulating rapidly once again, making him release the Protective Genuine Qi in succession. It slightly dispersed some of the smoke in his throat.

This action made him suffocate and torture. His throat, which looked like it was on fire, suddenly loosened a few times, allowing his shrivelled lungs to suck in a few mouthfuls of oxygen that could save his life, causing his suffocating brain to operate once again.

However, the wind beneath him still swept up his white robe. It fluttered in the air like a few white birds with broken wings.

He raised his arms and started to release the Spiritual Energy in the intense and real sense of weightlessness. He gathered the air currents under his body to slow down his descent. The Wings of Thunder Firefly on his back also bounced out with great difficulty, continuously flapping behind his back.

The pair of eyes that were covered by the white fog also tried their best to open wide. They wanted to break free from the influence of the poison on their nerves. However, this was not an illusion, but the poison that came with the Demonic Beast. Besides what the outside world could do to him, it was almost impossible for him to heal from the poison.

Even if he could, he would need a place to rest and recuperate. He would not need to rely on nothing in the air.

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