Yao Wang Sect! Yao Wang Cauldron! Self-Created! (5)

Bang!

At this moment, a dull thud was heard from Wang Teng's Yao Wang cauldron. A burnt smell floated out slowly.

"Is there a problem with the last step?" Wang Teng frowned. He waved his hand and dispersed the strange smell in the Yao Wang Cauldron. The medicinal dregs turned into ashes under the high heat of the Emerald Glazed Flame and dissipated.

"Fortunately, I took out most of the spiritual herbs and haven't used the 10,000 years old spiritual herb. If not, it would be a huge loss."

He gave a bitter smile. Creating a poison wasn't easy. He had already calculated countless plans in his mind and thought that nothing would go wrong, but when it came to actual practice, mistakes were inevitable.

Without a doubt, Wang Teng was planning to create his own poison.

He had many poison prescriptions but none of them had reached the saint level. Hence, he decided to create his own poison.