Walking Between Life and Death

"It's Hei Yan Begonia. No wonder its toxicity is so potent." Wulu looked at the monstrous flower in the middle of the pool and smiled.

Having said that, he walked forward, crouched beside the black pool, and took a deep breath.

Strands of black poisonous smoke were drawn into his nostrils. A cloud of black qi immediately surfaced on his face, and the veins at his temples bulged, though they too had turned jet-black.

Wulu lightly clenched his fists, purple light faintly emerging over his body. The blackness on his face quickly faded, replaced by an expression of satisfaction.

"Is Wulu using the power of poison to cultivate?" Yuan Ming's heart stirred at the sight.

If that was truly the case, then this Myriad Poisons Evil Art was indeed rather remarkable.

Wulu's nose twitched. With a turn of his wrist, he took out a half-foot-long dagger, entirely black. Purple patterns on its blade formed the image of a bird stretching out its head to catch prey, its beak serving as the dagger's tip.

Holding the dagger in one hand, he flexed it a few times before thrusting it toward the Hei Yan Begonia.

With a "chi," the dagger tip pierced straight into the center of the flower bud.

Immediately afterward, purple light glowed from the dagger. As though it were sucking, it continuously drew strands of black venom from the large black flower and poured them into Wulu's body.

The hand gripping the dagger instantly turned blue-black, followed by his wrist, arm, and finally his chest.

Before long, half his face had been stained black again, the color even darker than before.

Wulu's brow furrowed tightly. The bulging veins at his temples throbbed incessantly, as though he were enduring immense agony, and his aura became disordered.

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