Ten Thousand Poison Gate, Poisonous Snake Valley.
It's dark at the moment. In the past, the main helm of Wan Du Sect was quiet, but today, it is brightly lit.
Countless torches were lit, and countless figures were packing their bags, as if they were about to leave this place, and they were very busy.
As the sect leader, the old Poison God stood quietly on a high ground and watched this scene.
It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of the sky that the Viper Valley gradually became quiet.
A tall figure walked up to the old Poison God. It was Fan Xiong, the top disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the most trusted disciple of the Old Poison God.
Just listen to his voice: "Master, everything is ready, you can set off."
The old poison god said nothing, still looking at the scene in the valley below.
His eyes were full of reluctance.
Eight hundred years ago, the Wandu Sect rose up and took root here. It has been eight hundred years!
It was also the place where he spent the longest time in his entire life!
However, now, we have to abandon this old nest and the foundation that these generations have taken root for 800 years!
All this is due to Qingyun Sect!
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand and looked to the east. He couldn't see anything in the dark sky, but in a trance, he saw the rolling and towering mountains, the blue cloud that has been weighing on the hearts of all the disciples of the Holy Cult for thousands of years.
Mountain!
Obviously...it's obvious that after the battle between good and evil, everything is developing for the better!
The Ghost King Sect has hidden its traces, the Changsheng Hall, and the Hehuan Sect are severely injured and are licking their wounds. They do not dare to be enemies with their Wandu Sect!
In this short period of more than a month, the Wandu Sect merged with various sects and swallowed up no less than a dozen small and medium-sized branches. The strength of this sect has greatly increased. Given some time, it is expected to unify the entire Holy Sect and regain its former glory.
The power of the Blood Refining Hall, but after that person appeared, everything changed!
Another month has passed.
But this month, the disciples of Wandu Sect were attacked and killed several times. The top management of Wandu Sect, who had suffered heavy casualties due to the battle between good and evil, was hit hard again. Five elders died in succession under the opponent's sword!
Nowadays, there is a Ten Thousand Poison Sect in Nuo University. The tyrannical sect that originally dominated the Holy Cult has only five or six people left including the high-level combat power, which is less than one-third of what it was in its heyday.
It’s really a joke!
And all of this was done by the Qingyun disciple named Mo Li!
For this reason, he even personally took action and led his disciples to set up an ambush formation, intending to strangle him. Unfortunately, he was still defeated by the opponent in the end!
Compared to when he was at Qingyun Mountain, where the other party used the tyranny of one enemy against many, today, that boy has the Xuanhuo Jian, a supreme artifact, in his hands, which can be said to be even more powerful!
Qingyunmen, why did such a monster appear?!
While the old Poison God was letting his thoughts wander, Fan Xiong on the side couldn't help but urge: "Master, it's time to set off. If it's too late, that person will come."
"oh?"
The old Poison God woke up with a start, looked at the Wan Du Sect disciples who were ready to go, and said with some reluctance: "Xiong'er, do you think we really can't deal with that kid?"
"There is a way!"
Fan Xiong said: "If the news from the Changsheng Hall is correct, we can enter the Abyss and naturally obtain the supreme magical weapon. By then, let alone a little Mo Li, it will be no problem to level Qingyun Mountain!"
Abyss!
The old Poison God's eyes flashed. He naturally knew the advantages and disadvantages of this supreme holy land of the Holy Religion. In fact, all the inheritance of the Holy Religion came from this place!
Three hundred years ago, the reason why Master Qiu was able to go from being an ordinary disciple of Changsheng Hall to overpowering the four major sects and becoming the leader of Demon Cult in a short period of time was because he had the opportunity to step into the Abyss!
"Let's go!"
The old Poison God no longer hesitated and took the lead to head towards the west. Fan Xiong gave the order, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect followed him one after another.
The number of people was not too large, less than two hundred. The remaining disciples, led by the senior members of the sect, had already taken the first step and headed to the Wilderness Temple to stand in front of them. This was the third and final group of disciples.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Devil, where are you going?"
A loud shout resounded throughout Qiongxiao!
All the disciples of Wandu Sect could not help but feel a huge shock. The old Poison God looked up and saw a red sword light in the distance, like thunder and lightning, falling straight towards them. It contained majestic sword intent, which made people feel nervous.
The cold is hard to resist!
"Get out of the way!"
He roared, and his spiritual power surged. Countless black mist emerged instantly, but countless tiny insects, with harsh hissing sounds, formed a black wall, blocking the sword light.
However, the sword light was so swift that the black wall had just formed and the sword light was already in front of him, barely stopping it.
boom!
Two powerful spiritual powers collided in the air, making a dull loud noise!
Then, under the gaze of everyone, the red sword light and the sharp sword intent smashed the black wall into pieces!
Countless insects were burned to death by the violent fire power erupted by the divine soldiers. The remaining sword light did not stop and was still hitting the old poison god!
The old Poison God's pupils shrank, and he felt that all his energy and blood were boiling in the collision just now. Countless sharp and sharp sword lights were about to cut him alive. He knew that he could not stop him, and he was afraid that he would be killed immediately.
At the scene of the fall, he gritted his teeth and mobilized his spiritual power to bring out a colorful bag. Once the bag was opened, bursts of strange smoke continued to pour out, and even the void was corroded and hissed!
call out!
The sword light fell on the smoke and was powerful at first. As it went deeper and deeper, it was gradually corroded and soon fell apart.
A soft cry came over, but a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old appeared on the horizon not far away. He was dressed in green clothes, holding a sword in his hand, with handsome features and extraordinary heroic spirit. Who could he be if he wasn't Mo Li?
Since he went down the mountain to pursue the Demon Cult more than a month ago, he has won every battle.
With the Xuanhuo Jian in hand, and his unparalleled tyranny, he could hit him whenever he wanted, and leave whenever he wanted. No one could do anything to him, so it was quite smooth to slay demons.
It's just that the four major sects were severely damaged and disappeared for a while, leaving him to find lessons from some small sects.
Fortunately, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect showed up very quickly and merged the major branches of the Demon Sect with great fanfare, so they were immediately targeted by him.
In the past month, he has chased the Ten Thousand Poison Sect into several battles, killed many masters and elite disciples, and even fell into an ambush by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, but he survived them all safely, scaring even the old Poison God.
Have to run away.
"What kind of magic weapon is this? It does have some meaning."
Li Qiye looked at the colorful bag with admiration. The poison in it made even him faintly palpitate. It was quite a big deal. He had never seen it fall into an ambush last time.
"This is the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect's Bag, which contains hundreds of unexplained and strange poisons in the world. It is the most precious treasure of our Ten Thousand Poisons Sect!" the old Poison God said with some pride.
The three major sects of the Righteous Way each have their own divine soldiers, as do the four major sects of the Demon Sect. The Yin-Yang Mirror of the Changsheng Hall, the Hehuan Bell of the Hehuan Sect, the Fulong Cauldron of the Ghost King Sect, and the Wandu Sect's Wanwan
The Poison Return Sect Bag is the most top-notch treasure in the world, and its power is even higher than that of the ordinary Nine Heavens Divine Weapon!
Of course, Li Li knew the reputation of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect Bag, but he had never seen this bag exert its power. Even in the battle between good and evil three hundred years ago, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had never used it.
But he didn't take it seriously. If the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag could capture him, the old Poison God definitely wouldn't have used it in the ambush a few days ago. Besides, he had the Mysterious Fire Mirror in his hand.
Daoxing has made more progress than during the previous battle at Qingyun Mountain. How could we be afraid of this so-called bag of all poisons?
"I want to see how well your bag can block my sword!"
Mo Li's eyes were sharp and he gathered his spiritual power to kill it.
The old poison god's eyes are about to burst. Even though the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag has endless uses, how can he compete with his opponent with his spiritual power and body?
Moreover, the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag is only as strong as its strength, and the poison contained in it is really powerful. Even if a master of the Poison Dao like him keeps using it, his body will gradually be eroded by the poison inside, until he is poisoned and dies.
Therefore, they usually do not use this as a means to defeat enemies, but only use it to cultivate poisonous insects.
There is really nothing we can do today. If we don't use this bag, the old Poison God will not be able to withstand the sword light just now.
"Mo Li, do you really want to kill everyone?!"
The old Poison God had gray hair and a desolate look on his face, resembling an old man at the end of his rope. He begged: "Our Ten Thousand Poison Sect has fallen to such a state now. We plan to lead all our troops to the wilderness and never set foot in China again. Is it possible?"
,You can’t let me go?!”
Hearing this, Mo Li couldn't help laughing and said: "It's easy to let you go, but let me ask you, who of the disciples on Qingyun Mountain who died in your hands have been let go?
"
"Those who beg for mercy so that you can let go of countless mortals, will you let them go?"
"If you want me to let you go, I have to ask these people who died tragically because of this first if you agree!"
When he said the word "promise", Mo Li's tone suddenly rose, and the spiritual power of the divine weapon in his hand gathered, blooming with thousands of crimson brilliance, and then gathered into a giant sword light, with violent fire spiritual power, and suddenly struck down!
The violent sword power is about to penetrate the Nine Heavens and Underworld!
The entire Poisonous Snake Valley was enveloped by the power of this sword light, and all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect could not help but tremble. It was not that they were weak-minded, but that the spiritual power contained in this sword was too terrifying.
The supreme sword intent made them feel dizzy from a long distance away!
"I will fight with you, all the poisons will be returned to the clan bag, wake up!"
The old poisonous spirit knew that today was a matter of life and death, and he no longer took any chances. He shouted violently and used all his spiritual power to completely activate the power of the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Clan Bag!
In an instant, countless strange rays of light rose into the sky, either mist, bugs, or water droplets. They were colorful and overwhelming, and wherever they passed, all the flowers, plants and trees were robbed of their life!
At this moment, the old Poison God completely released the incurable poison in the Poison Gui Zong bag. Hundreds of poisons and poisons faced Li Li's sword light. However, before the two could fight, the Old Poison God
Countless disciples behind him covered their necks and fell to the ground in pain.
After just a slight struggle, they all lost their lives, or their orifices were bleeding, or their bodies were curled up, and what's worse, their bodies were constantly turning into pus and blood on the spot, and their death was extremely miserable!
But it was because the poison in the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag was so powerful that even if the old Poison God tried his best to activate it and face Mo Li, some of it still spread in all directions. Such a small amount of poison was not enough for them.
Able to resist.
But how could the old Poison God care about the lives of these disciples? Even he himself was stained with a layer of colorful mist, which was the poison in the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag.
boom!
In the sky, the poison and Li Qiye's sword light collided together again. Under the hot and violent fire spiritual power, the poison was continuously eliminated and dissolved. However, the forward momentum of the sword light became slower and slower.
Slowly, it was finally enveloped by countless poisons and slowly corroded away.
"puff……"
After resisting this blow, the old poison god spat out dark, smelly blood with a loud sound, his aura was extremely sluggish.
Although he successfully resisted the sword light, he had been injured by the supreme sword intent and was poisoned, so he had little fighting power.
"What a great bag for returning all poisons to the clan!"
A look of surprise flashed across Mo Li's face. He had already used seven percent of his strength with this sword light, but it was still blocked. This treasure of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's sect is really well-deserved, and I'm afraid it is not weaker than Fu.
Dragon Cauldron!
Seeing countless poisons and poisonous insects attacking, Mo Li raised his eyebrows and shouted: "I just want to see how many swords you can block!"
Immediately, he held the magic weapon across his chest, held the magic formula in his left hand, stepped on the seven stars, and walked seven steps in mid-air. The magic weapon suddenly stabbed the sky, and recited the magic weapon in his mouth: "The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder. Huanghuang
The power of Heaven, lead it with the sword!"
Qingyun Sect, Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique!
The power of heavenly thunder is the nemesis against poison.
Driven by Mo Li's spiritual power, countless dark clouds suddenly gathered in the night sky, and strong winds blew!
Deep in the black clouds, there was rumbling thunder and countless lightning flashes, and the scene was extremely terrifying.
Looking at the figure that caused the thunder in the sky, the old poison god gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go, let's go quickly, we will meet in the temple!"
After the words fell, he drove the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag to hit Mo Li, but the figure forcibly took a breath and jumped into the night in the distance.
When Fan Xiong saw this, he followed suit and followed suit.
The remaining Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples scattered like birds and beasts in all directions.
However, Li Li didn't care anymore.
His energy was concentrated on this Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag, or in other words, the endless poisons it released.
Waving his hand, the sword fell, and in an instant, the heaven and earth shook!
The whole earth seemed to be shaking!
Amidst the muffled thunder, a lightning bolt fell straight down, pierced the dark clouds, cut through the sky, and landed on the red sword edge!
At this moment, the thunderous brilliance completely overwhelmed him!
Suddenly, there was a chilling silence between heaven and earth!
Suddenly, thunder rang again!
Amidst the roar, the sky and the earth changed color, and a huge unparalleled thunder beam shot out, falling towards the countless toxins and towards the entire Poisonous Snake Valley!