"Is this the Poison Pill?"
Yun Zimo looked at the Woe Poison True Form manifesting behind Xiao Yi Xian. At its dantian, a Purple Origin Pill could be faintly seen slowly rotating. He frowned in disbelief.
"No one has ever tested the Poison Pill method before. With Xiao Yi Xian like this, she should have... succeeded!"
Yao Lao lightly stroked his chin. Not bad. At the very least, the poisonous gas no longer leaked out, and now completely obeyed Xiao Yi Xian's command.
"This thing... shouldn't have appeared on the Dou Qi Continent, right?"
Yun Zimo's head throbbed again. The more he looked at it, the more it resembled Taoist Inner Alchemy...
This old man Yao's alchemy tech tree was getting more and more crooked. If he was given another few decades to research, would he end up creating an entirely new method of pill refinement too?
"Dou Zun. Sigh, you youngsters these days... each and every one of you breaks through to Dou Zun as if it were only natural. If those old fellows found out, they'd be so jealous they'd go mad!"
Yao Lao grumbled from the side. Xiao Yi Xian, who had already put on her clothes, rose and gave him a deep bow. If not for Yao Lao's help, she would never have controlled the Woe Poison Body so smoothly!
"A small matter, a small matter. I only fulfilled an old friend's dying wish. If anything, I should be thanking you."
Yao Lao waved his hand, then looked toward Yun Zimo, whose body seemed to carry faint traces of woe poison.
"You all right, kid?"
"I'm fine."
Yun Zimo drew that faint woe poison intent into his dantian. On the phantom of the Seven-Colored Giant Python, another gray-purple pattern appeared.
"Bing He's Woe Poison Origin seemed