Peerless Taoist

The sword in the Ghost Marshal's hand was crushed by the Blood Poison King's bare hands.    

Immediately, the blood red palm suddenly slammed down like a tsunami, shaking heaven and earth.    

As the palm landed, the Ghost Marshal spat out a mouthful of blood and was instantly sent flying. Even the black armor on his body shattered along with it.    

"Wasting time, kill them all." The Blood Poison King swept his surroundings and casually waved his hand.    

The cultivators of the Yan Family who were as fierce as tigers and tigers immediately rushed in and killed anyone they saw.    

Wails, screams, and the sound of blades piercing into one's body resounded in succession. It was extremely chaotic and ear-piercing.    

The Blood Poison King turned a deaf ear to this, and his gaze fell onto Fang Ying.    

"I've finally caught you during my pursuit. Did you really think that we didn't notice you sneaking into my Yan Clan?!" The Blood Poison King closed in step by step.    

Fang Ying's fair neck was already covered with dark black veins.    

When she saw the Blood Poison King walk over, she immediately attacked without saying a word. The sharp sword in her hand cut through the void and pierced straight towards him.    

"What a joke. You're still dishonest after being poisoned by my blood poison." The Blood Poison King laughed coldly. He did not take it seriously at all.    

This notorious Poison User King was also a World Lord expert. When he saw Fang Ying charging over, he simply raised his hand disapprovingly and pressed down.    

The sharp sword was deflected away. However, Fang Ying didn't intend to fight the Blood Poison King. Her figure flashed, and she actually bypassed that stalwart existence and turned around to leave.    

Her light and nimble body transformed into a few black figures that immediately charged into the Yan Clan cultivators behind her.    

Fang Ying was originally a World Lord expert. Although she was poisoned now, facing ordinary cultivators, she was still like a tiger entering a flock of sheep as she casually charged forward.    

Very quickly, a gap opened up in the Yan Clan cultivators' formation.    

"If I let you leave like this, I won't be able to stay in the 18 Nether Realms any longer."    

The Blood Poison King laughed coldly behind him. As he looked at Fang Ying's illusory voice, he suddenly started chanting a long and complicated incantation.    

The tone of the incantation rose and fell. A streak of blood-colored magical symbols seemed to have a life of their own as they shot out from under his feet and flew to Fang Ying's side in the blink of an eye.    

Fang Ying's body immediately trembled, and she was frozen in place. Thousands of blood traces appeared under her feet, and it was as if a shackle had firmly locked her down.    

This was the Blood Poison Curse.    

To a certain extent, the person who had been poisoned by the blood poison was like a puppet of the Blood Poison King.    

Fang Ying turned around. Her long hair hung loosely on her shoulders, and her eyes shone with a cold light. A ball of purple light flickered in her hand, and the pressure of a spell was emitted. She was about to launch a counterattack.    

However, the Blood Poison King seemed to have known that she would do this. He raised his hand and pointed at Fang Ying. "Stop!"    

Fang Ying's actions instantly became extremely heavy, as if she had fallen into mud.    

"I originally wanted to refine you into a blood slave, but the Hall of Elders was quite interested in you. It was your luck that you didn't fall into my hands." The Blood Poison King strode forward and placed a piece of Fu Lu on Fang Ying's forehead.    

"Oh no!"    

Fang Ying's heart was filled with despair. All of her strength had been restrained by Fu Lu. She could only dream of escaping.    

"Alright, I'll bring my men back. You all can kill the rest of them." The Blood Poison King waved his hand casually.    

All of a sudden, the screams and cries in the surroundings became even louder.    

The old priest, who had been stabbed dozens of times in a row, collapsed to the side of the statue, covered in blood.    

Fresh blood splattered and fell onto the high and mighty deity statue of the Underworld God.    

"God, please show your divinity!" The old priest let out a final cry.    

"Hahaha, old thing, the God of Death is gone. Even if you continue to beg, it will be useless." The cultivators of the Yan Family laughed loudly and raised their blades one after another.