Yang Zhi could no longer resist, blood spurted from his mouth, his body was overwhelmed, and he fell straight to the ground.

Bang!

He fell to the ground hard, making a big hole in the ground, and was about to get up.

In the void.

Wang Teng raised his sword again.

"Shura Sword, cut!"

As the words fell, a sword energy containing terrifying power fell towards him.

In an instant.

Yang Fei felt that all the blood in his body had solidified, and he was stunned on the spot as if he had been cast on a body-fixing technique. He just raised his head motionless, watching the sword energy continue to enlarge in his pupils, until finally, the whole world was just

All that was left was a vast expanse of white.

Bang!

Shura's sword energy fell, and a deep crack appeared on the ground.

Yang Pheasant was split in half by a sword, and was swept away by the aftermath of the sword energy explosion, turning into a ball of blood mist and dissipating between heaven and earth.

Yang Pheasant is dead!

Wang Teng put away the Shura Sword and used the power of shadow to roll up Yang Pheasant's storage ring. The mark of divine consciousness on it had disappeared, and he easily opened the storage ring.

At first glance, there are quite a lot of things inside, the most common are various poisonous powders, followed by crystal stones, elixirs, and various rare and rare treasures.

What surprised him the most was a notebook written by Yang Pheasant himself, which recorded his cultivation experience. There were many detailed records and refining methods of various poisons, which gave him a deep understanding of various poisons.
Chapter completed!