In a secluded large house, Ghost King and Xuanwu walked in slowly. Someone along the way introduced them respectfully and walked straight inside.
This place is the stronghold of Wandu Sect in Heyang City. As the prosperous city closest to Qingyun Sect, all the sects of the righteous way and the demon sect have all set up overt or covert forces to secretly monitor this place.
A lot of movement.
This behemoth that has dominated the world for more than a thousand years is undoubtedly an existence that can destroy countless sects with just a stamp of its feet. Who can ignore it?
After defeating thousands of people in the East China Sea that day, their ambitions have not diminished. They met with the leaders of the other three major sects and jointly formulated a strategy to defeat Qingyun. However, Changshengtang and Hehuan Sect had one request.
He wants the Ghost King to persuade the Wandu Sect, otherwise he will definitely not join forces with the Ghost King Sect to attack Qingyun Mountain.
Thousands of people are aware of this concern. If the three of them are stalking cicadas and let Wan Dumen become the oriole behind them, wouldn't it be in vain that they make wedding clothes for others?
If Qingyun is captured by then, it will be enough. If the attack is not small, its own strength will suffer heavy losses. With the strength of Wan Du Sect, they will definitely counterattack in a large scale and annex the three sects, thus completely unifying the Holy Religion!
Therefore, he made an appointment with Old Poison God, the master of Wan Du Sect, and he asked him to come here today to meet him.
Speaking of which, this old poison god is the oldest among the four major factions.
Three hundred years ago, after the battle between the Demon Sect and the Righteous Dao in Qingyun Mountain, three of the four major sects changed their sect leaders, and it was at that time that Ten Thousand People took office.
However, only the old monster Poison God from the Wandu Sect still survived, and in recent years, he has changed from his arrogant style in the past. Even in the Demon Sect, he has unexpectedly maintained a low profile, even in the East China Sea this time.
He did not attend the meeting, and the ordinary disciples never saw this old monster.
"Sect Master, do you really want to cooperate with him? I'm afraid this old poisoner may not have any good intentions." Xuanwu said in a low voice.
Others don't know it, but he knows it best. The title of Poison God has been resounding in the Demon Sect hundreds of years ago. When he followed the previous Ghost King to conquer the world, this Poison God was already a member of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.
He was a capable general who later took over the position of the leader of the Wan Du Sect. He also fought fiercely with the Ghost King Sect during the internal strife of the Demon Sect, and secretly forged countless conflicts.
They suffered a big loss this time. It would be nice if the other party didn't add fuel to the fire, so how could they cooperate with them?
All in all, Xuanwu has not seen this old poison god for three hundred years. If calculated based on his age, this old monster is already over seven hundred years old.
However, the Ghost King who was walking half way in front of him had a faint smile on his face, his expression was very relaxed, and he didn't seem to be too worried.
Just listen to the other party say: "Now that he's here, let's make peace with him. If he doesn't agree, it'll be easier to handle."
"Then this alliance will be abandoned?" Xuanwu asked puzzledly.
The Ghost King said: "Our three sects have suffered such a big loss, but Wandu Sect has been watching the show from the side. How can there be such a good thing in this world?"
"Perhaps, the three of us joining forces may not be able to completely take down the Qingyun Sect, but to deal with them..."
The Ghost King smiled, but there was a clear gloominess in his smile, and said: "If they don't want to agree, then we have to force them to agree."
Xuanwu was shocked.
The two of them walked all the way, walked through the courtyard, and entered the inner hall. They were surrounded by silence and no one could be seen. The place chosen by the old poison god was unexpectedly deserted!
Soon, the two of them saw eight men in yellow-brown clothing standing at the door of a seemingly ordinary bungalow in front of them. The person leading the way also took them towards the house. It seemed that the Poison God should
It's in this house.
When they got close, the eight men bowed and saluted the Ghost King together, and shouted in unison: "Greetings to the leader of the Ghost King."
The Ghost King's heart moved, and a hint of joy flashed at the corner of his thoughtful mouth. He didn't look arrogant at all. He nodded slightly to everyone, smiled easily, and after returning the salute, he walked in with Xuanwu.
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The furnishings in this room are simple. In the middle of the huge room, there is only a table and a few chairs. Next to the table is a deck chair. An old man with white hair like snow is lying on it with his eyes closed. Two people are sitting next to him.
There are two pretty little maids, one is squeezing his feet and beating his back, and the other is playing with the tea set on the table. The aroma of tea wafts quietly, refreshing.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a wealthy old man enjoying himself. There is no trace of evil spirit!
Thousands of people walked over, bowed their hands and said, "Junior, thousands of people have gone and seen the seniors!"
When the old man heard the sound, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the Ghost King and Xuanwu. A very happy smile appeared on his face and he said, "Are you here?"
The Ghost King smiled and said: "Senior, when we parted ways with each other, we haven't seen each other for three hundred years, but your body and bones are still very strong now?"
This old man is the old poison god. He said with a wry smile: "I'm getting older. I'm no longer what I used to be. But now I'm useless."
The scene of the Qingyun War three hundred years ago appeared in front of his eyes. There was a hint of darkness in his eyes. He changed his words and said: "Brother Wan, now you are the leader of the Ghost King Sect. You have the same status as me. Call me brother.
But please don’t call me an old-timer anymore, I can’t afford it.”
The attitude of this old poisonous god has been extremely sincere since thousands of people entered the door. He does not show the slightest bit of domineering or ruthless behavior in the past, and he does not rely on his old age to show off. This is extremely beyond Xuanwu's expectations.
The Ghost King sat down with a relaxed expression and said to the Poison God: "Old senior, what you said is wrong. Among us, you are the senior and the most profound. We all hope that you will take charge of the overall situation of this big event!
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The smile on Poison God's face suddenly faded, and he shook his head and said: "No, no, I'm old, I can only play the drums, how can I take charge of the overall situation?"
The Ghost King was waiting to say something else, but the little maid had already made two cups of tea. At this time, she brought it over. The old Poison God smiled and said: "Brother Wan, Brother Xuanwu, please use the tea."
The Ghost King and Xuanwu reached out to take it. The Ghost King looked at the little maid a few more times and saw that although the little maid had pretty features, there was no spiritual energy fluctuation in her body. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Logically speaking, she could
The person accompanying the Poison God here naturally has a very close relationship with the Poison God.
He asked: "Are these two..."
The Poison God smiled and said: "They are two homeless orphans that I picked up from the street by chance. As people grow older, their hearts soften and they cannot bear to see ordinary people suffering. This makes these two brothers laugh."
The Ghost King and Xuanwu changed their expressions slightly. When did the ruthless old Poison God turn into such a kind and merciless person?
The two of them instinctively felt that something was wrong.
The old poison god chuckled and said to the two little maids: "You guys go down."
Then he turned to the Ghost King and said, "Don't be surprised if the child is ignorant."
The Ghost King waved his hand and said with a smile: "Where did you go?"
After a pause, he said seriously: "Senior, I came here today because I really want to ask you to take charge of the overall situation. Our four major sects will join hands to wash away the shame of Qingyun's defeat and the humiliation of the temple."
The Poison God was silent for a moment, his face seemed a little desolate, and he said after a long time: "Brother, you have also seen that my half-disabled body is really not of much use. At the moment, I just want to drink tea and bask in the sun in Heyang City.
Let's bask in the sun and take care of ourselves. As for the battle between good and evil, I really don't want to get involved in it anymore."
His refusal was unexpected by both of them.
Especially the Ghost King, when he first saw that the disciples of Wandu Sect were all very respectful, even the old Poison God was very polite, he thought that the other party wanted to unite, so he made such a gesture, but he didn't expect...
No, without the Wandu Sect, the most powerful of the four major factions, there is no chance of winning against the Qingyun Sect!
As soon as he thought about this, he said: "Senior, can you helplessly watch our disciples of the Holy Cult being wiped out by the Qingyun Sect and other righteous paths? You should know that in this battle at Liubo Mountain, our disciples of the Holy Cult suffered heavy losses!"
"And in the righteous path, there are many talented people. If we don't take action, when their descendants grow up, we may not have a chance to take action!"
Learn with emotion and move with reason. If it doesn't work, then you can only consider the last step.
"I naturally know about the Battle of Liubo Mountain. Not only that, I also know that two amazing figures from their Qingyun Sect, holding Xuanhuo Jian, forcibly broke through the trapped dragon tower composed of hundreds of disciples of the Holy Cult.
Formation!"
The old Poison God sighed and said: "The luck of the righteous path is so strong, Master Daoxuan is still sitting in Qingyun Mountain, and there are endless talents, so why should we go to seek death?"
"Are you scared, old man?"
Ten Thousand People smiled calmly and said confidently: "What if I said, I have a way to deal with these two people?"
The first half of the sentence made the old Poison God suddenly change his expression, while the second half of the sentence made the Old Poison God startled and suspicious.
He said: "Brother Wan, as far as I know, you even lost your daughter's life on Liubo Mountain. Do you really have a way to deal with them in such a short period of time?!"
"Senior, if you don't believe it, I can swear an oath in front of the Holy Mother of the Ming King!" the Ghost King vowed.
The position of the Holy Mother of the Ming King in the hearts of the disciples of the Demon Cult cannot be blasphemed. Seeing thousands of people say this, the old Poison God feels a little more at ease.
He sighed again and said: "To be honest, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's actually that the master and disciple of Dazhu Peak are very close. In the past, Qin Wuyan, my most promising disciple, had a close relationship with the sect. The old vampire demon, Bai Duzi, and Duanmu Tie went down the mountain to offer sacrifices to the magic weapon, but they were killed by the boy named Mo."
"I have always wanted to take revenge, but I understand that relying solely on the power of my Ten Thousand Poison Sect is just like striking an egg with an egg against a stone. Therefore, these days, I don't bother to take care of things in my life. I just want to hide and relax."
"However, if what you say is true, I might as well give you a helping hand!"
That incident in the past, after the Wan Du Sect found out Mo Li's identity from the border officers and prairie people, it made the old Poison God extremely jealous.
The young disciples of the Qingyun Sect have all reached this point. The three demons under his command and the Heavenly Demon Banners that have been almost completed through sacrifice have all been killed. Even if it was him who took action, so what? The outcome would probably be the same.
Suddenly, this heroic figure who had dominated the demonic world for hundreds of years was disheartened and could only hide in Heyang City and spend the rest of his life quietly.
"Is there anything else going on?"
The Ghost King's eyes flashed, and then he laughed and said: "Then it seems that this revenge is due. I can guarantee with my life that those two people will definitely not be able to interfere in this battle!"
"Okay, then I will accompany you to Qingyun Gate!"
The old Poison God was moved by what he said and said with a smile: "If it weren't for those two people, I guarantee you that no matter how high Daoxuan's moral conduct is, our holy religion will definitely win this battle!"
"Then it's a deal!"
The Ghost King suddenly bowed his hands and said: "Please come out, senior, and lead my disciples of the Holy Cult to conquer the world in one fell swoop and wash away the shame of thousands of years!"
"Brother, brother, get up quickly, what are you doing?!"
The old Poison God hurriedly supported the ten thousand people and said: "Brother, at my age, who can take on such a big responsibility and take charge of the overall situation? I don't think anyone else can take this position except for your great talent and strategy, brother." !”
This old fox!
The Ghost King frowned, shook his head and said: "Senior, you are giving too much reward. I am the least qualified among the four sect masters, so how can I take on the responsibility? Let's wait for Yu Yangzi of Changsheng Hall and Sanmiao Fairy of Hehuan Sect. Here we are, let’s discuss it together.”
The Poison God pondered for a moment and said: "That's good. They should arrive in the next few days. We will meet again then. The great shame and humiliation of this holy religion for thousands of years must be paid back to the Qingyun Sect this time!"
The Ghost King smiled, sat here for a while, chatted for a while, and then said goodbye to Xuanwu. The Poison God did not force him to stay and ordered people to see him off.
After leaving the Poison God's mansion, the Ghost King and Xuanwu merged into the crowd in Heyang City.
The Ghost King suddenly sneered and said, "This old poison is indeed becoming more and more difficult to deal with."
This sentence was incomprehensible, but Xuanwu seemed to understand what he meant, and nodded: "Yes, when our Ghost King Sect and Wandu Sect were fighting to the death, this old monster was the most ferocious and impulsive, and he always rushed to the front.
Even in the battle with Qingyun three hundred years ago, he was the one who advocated for it. It seems that he did lose a lot of energy in that disastrous defeat."
The Ghost King shook his head and said: "This is not about sacrificing one's energy, it is about growing one's abilities. After that battle, the old monster seemed to wake up and his whole temper suddenly changed. He kept a low profile and kept a low profile. In the past hundred years, except for us, the Ghost King,
Zong, the one with the fastest recovery in strength is the Wan Du Sect. But he refuses to sit in this seat, but it is very troublesome!"
After saying that, the Ghost King frowned and said calmly: "Forget it, we have to wait for those two people to arrive before we can discuss important matters. Let's wait for a few days. I don't know what method he has to make me wait for victory.
"
Xuanwu said: "My subordinates can't see through his thoughts."
The Ghost King shook his head, sighed softly, and said nothing more.
After watching the Ghost King and Xuanwu disappear, the Poison God, who had always been calm and even a little kind, gradually turned gloomy, but he didn't say anything for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, the Poison God suddenly sighed and said: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"
Suddenly, a strange sound sounded in the hall, which seemed to be the harsh sound of cicadas chirping in summer.
The Poison God's expression changed and he patted the receiver lightly.
The two little maids who had gone out immediately came in, and one of them took out a small yellow box, one foot square, from under the chair. This was where the strange sound came from.
The Poison God walked over, reached out and gently opened the lid. Shockingly, in front of the two of them, lying on the soft yellow silk in the box, was a colorful centipede. But the most bizarre thing was that the centipede had seven tails.
Bicha is none other than the "Seven-tailed Centipede", one of the most deadly poisons in the world!
"Little guy, this time it's up to you."
The Poison God looked at the seven-tailed centipede with a smile, then took out a small pale purple pill from his arms, put it into the box, and then closed the box. Soon, the sound came out of the box.
A strange sound gradually became lower and then disappeared.
He turned his head and slowly stared into the distance. In the distance, the towering Qingyun Mountain outside Heyang City reached into the sky. It was so majestic that it was almost incomparable, surrounded by white clouds and filled with fairy spirit.
"It's been three hundred years. In the blink of an eye, it's been three hundred years!"
The old man whispered to himself: "This time, we will not be defeated, we will not be defeated..."