Chapter 1273

Ning fan opens the divine power protection mainly to make an appearance, does not let oneself appear too shocking.

After absorbing and integrating the power of miasma, Ning fan doesn't have any pressure to walk in the miasma. He can easily expand his vision and divine consciousness. He believes that his performance in the miasma is no less than that of his old friends.

The dark and dense forest is very deep. After walking in it for a long time, I haven't come to the end. In addition to the dark environment, there are poisonous insects and other creatures from time to time, and occasionally there are snakes and scorpions.

However, for these monks above the divine realm, the challenge is not big, and everyone can pass easily. Because of this, the atmosphere became relaxed, and many people even began to talk and laugh.

When people become relaxed and happy, Ning fan slows down and falls behind the team.

The old man thought it was a little strange, but he didn't ask and slowed down with him.

Soon after, Ning fan's abnormal behavior was verified, and the friars in front of him proved his wisdom with blood. A black Python suddenly appeared and spewed out a waterfall of green venom. All the people who touched it were terrified, which made the friars lose dozens of people.

One of them was an unfortunate friar. He was as close as possible. His reaction was quick, but he was not as good as the python. He was sprayed with green poison.

In the highly toxic corrosion, his head was soon corroded away, and his body was only a small section, which was extremely broken. The great monk is so fragile under the poison, which is also very impressive.

"Boy, you know the danger ahead of time. It's your fault." The old guy's eyes flashed and looked at Ning fan again.

Ning Fan said with a smile: "because I'm afraid of death, I'm always cautious. This Python has a spirit, and its strength is no less than that of a great monk. Do you think we should go back or go back?"

The two overlapping problems are going back. Of course, he wants to go back. But in fact, when he said that, he was using the star sucking method to absorb the poison of Python. Compared with the poison of zhuxiancao, the poison of Python is much worse. He successfully fused without much effort.

It's really powerful!

Ning fan reexamines the supernatural power in his body after integrating the poison of Python. He is surprised that the supernatural power is covered with a green color. He is glad that the toxicity of supernatural power has increased greatly.

Now he is fighting with people, and people can't bear the toxicity of divine power alone.

However, Ning fan still doesn't like to use poison. He always thinks that this kind of unorthodox thing is not king's way and can't last long. He can only win by surprise with the sword. So in his heart, he still hopes to improve his strength normally. Since ancient times, he has never heard that anyone who uses poison can ascend to the throne.

"In the end, it's up to absolute strength to crush it." Ning Fan said to himself in his heart.

The old guy was stunned by his question for a long time before he responded: "are you going back or going on?" He is very strange, how this boy does not speak according to common sense.

Ning fan smiles: "of course, it depends on the situation. If you continue to walk, I will follow you."

The old man's face turned black, and the boy was so damaged that he planned to use him as a shield.

"Boy, I'm an old bone. If you don't protect me, you should at least respect me. You've pushed me to the front. Your heart is too bad." The old man scolded angrily.

"Ha ha, if you don't do it for yourself, heaven will destroy the earth." Ning fan doesn't think so.

At the same time of speaking, he is constantly absorbing and fusing the poison of the python, and his divine power is becoming more and more poisonous. Ning fan can feel that his poison is getting stronger and stronger. This is a good thing, but there is also a bad side. It seems that his temperament is getting colder and colder.

It seems reasonable that strength will react on the character of a monk and affect his mind.

Ning fan didn't want to be bound by power and eventually become a slave of power, so he immediately ran tianxinjue to clean up the toxic side effects and keep his mind clear.

The friars in front of them were scared to flee, but it was strange that the python didn't chase them. Instead, he rolled away several friars with his huge tongue and went back to the deep forest to hide in the thick miasma.

Its body shape is very huge, but it seems to disappear in the miasma. It can't be seen at all.

But no one dare to go further, even the great friar can not resist its poison, let alone other people.

There are also those who don't give up taking out the elixir or treasure to fight the poison. They just rush in and run back in a hurry.

"Darling, that guy is too strong to fight." There was a fat friar who ran and patted his chest.

He has a green ball on his head. It looks like he is wearing a green hat, which is very funny.

"Daoyou, what's the situation inside?" Sure enough, he made fun of him, which made the fat friar angry.

He glared at the man angrily: "son of a bitch, what I'm wearing is a green poison pearl, not a hat!"

The man said with a smile, "it looks like a green hat. Don't think about it."

The fat friar saw that there were so many of them that he could not take advantage of the fight, so he walked away with a cold hum and brushed his sleeve.

In fact, Ning fan saw clearly that the python didn't go far, but was sitting in the thick miasma in front of him. His cold eyes looked at them through the miasma, ready for them to die at any time.

Just now, when the fat friar went in, the python didn't move, just spit out the long snake letter. Because of its huge size, Xinzi was also very long. Although he didn't lick the fat monk's face, he was not far away from his face. The fierce trade wind made the fat monk retreat.

He escaped from the miasma. Of course, he was in a mess.

Ning fan laughingly looked at him, turned his eyes to miasma, and looked at the python with five people holding it. It was estimated that it was hundreds of meters long, and it was like a hill.

It's cold eyes, which does not contain a trace of emotion, only endless cold.

This is its sphere of influence. It does not allow human beings to set foot, let alone be violated. To it, it was not wrong, but the monks who came to look for opportunities were depressed.

To be blocked by such a python is to come for nothing. Those friars who lost their companions were even more depressed and sad, but they had nothing to do. They only hoped to find some debris, so that they could go back to their families, or they would really die without a burial place.

In fact, many monks came in, but there were no leaders, but there were many charismatic people in some places. Soon, a famous monk stood up and set up a team in his appeal.

We are not stupid. We know that many people are powerful.