Infinite Heroes Seat

"Why?"

In the Poison God Valley, the hall of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the Poison God sat on a chair in the hall and looked at the young man coldly below, his eyes full of incomprehension and indignation.

The aura of solemnity filled the entire hall, and the nearly a hundred disciples standing on both sides of the Poison Gate did not dare to breathe, each of them was silent, bowed their heads, and did not dare to watch the scene in front of them.

Holding the handle of the chair tightly with both hands, the poison **** suppressed his anger, and asked: "Why do you want to do this? You should be able to detect that I haven't had a good life for a few years with your cultivation base. It’s yours. Don’t you do this to give Ghost King Zong a chance? Confused!"

At the battle of Tianyin Temple, Mo Wen's prestige skyrocketed, but the opposite was that Wandumen suffered heavy casualties. Although it was a bit stronger than the Tianyin Temple where it was destroyed, it can be regarded as a wound. If this is just a kind of compromise made by Mo Wen as a last resort, then Poison God may still accept it, but ninety-nine percent of the dead are his subordinates. If he can't see what Mo Wen wants to do. If it were, it would have lived for so many years in vain.

Therefore, after Mo Wen Desheng returned, what he was waiting for was not the celebration banquet, but the public questioning of the poison god.

I saw the poison **** said with a heartbroken face: "My disciple, I have been asking myself how much I have treated you as a teacher over the years. Can you not even wait for this time? Do you know that I have been a teacher for every additional year? , My Wandu Sect can be strengthened with the joint efforts of my master and apprentice, and you will have a better chance of winning when you compete with the Ghost King Zong in the future. What are you going to do!"

Looking at the distraught old man with red eyes. There was a sneer at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. The sarcasm that looked like watching a clown made Poison God's expression stiff.

Then Mo Wen said indifferently: "Master, did you know what I want to do? Master? Why do you have to be hypocritical now?"

"Yes. You have treated me well these years. My poor brothers were dismissed and killed by you. They were all driven out, leaving me alone to inherit the mantle, but do you really trust me? Duanmu Although the old demon submits to me, do you think I don’t know that this is the dark child who stayed to check and balance me? He and the blood-sucking old demon go in and out, plus a hundred poisonous child who has been “neutral”. It’s you. Use it to deal with my ultimate move after returning to the West!"

In the hall, on the right hand side of the Poison God, a gray old man's body was slightly stiff. But it was the old demon Duanmu mentioned by Mo Wen. At this time, listening to Mo Wen's words, his eyes were full of surprises, and he didn't know where his flaws were exposed. And sit on the throne. The poisonous god's face became more and more ugly.

But Mo Wen ignored these, instead he said to himself: "Also, in the past few years, how many times have you secretly poisoned Baguio, three or four times? If it wasn't for the disciple to poison Wandu The truth has also been studied, I'm afraid this wife won't be able to keep it!"

Having said this, the two sides are almost torn apart, and the poison **** no longer maintains the previous painful sorrow. Instead, there was a red glow in his eyes, and he sneered: "It's just a cheap servant of the Ghost King Sect. You were asked to marry her for the sake of my sacred sect's plan. At this time, it is useless. Naturally, I have to remove it. Why? Are you dissatisfied with the teacher's decision? If that doesn't work out, you really want to take refuge in those guys from the Ghost King Sect and betray my Ten Thousand Poison Sect?!"

Mo Wen did not answer directly, but looked up and down at the poison god, suddenly showing an extremely happy expression, like a child getting a favorite gift, and this kind of expression, the poison **** has never seen from Mo Wen before. Even when he received Mo Wen as a closed disciple and announced a few years ago that he would hand over the Wandu Sect to his hands, he had never been so happy.

With a light breath, a cold light suddenly appeared in Mo Wen's eyes.

"Master, you have been talking for a long time, and finally one sentence has come to the point."

"--Yes, I just want to take refuge in the Ghost King Sect and betray the Ten Thousand Poison Sect."

"Not only that, I will destroy the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and uproot this place!"

With a resolute voice without a trace of leeway, Mo Wen's expression was even a bit hideous at this time.

And as soon as this statement came out, everyone in the hall was in an uproar. These Wandu Sect disciples looked at Mo Wen in horror, and couldn't believe that the deputy sect master, who was one person below ten thousand people, could actually say this. Words come.

The poison **** was trembling with anger. Although he had some guesses in his heart before, he still had a illusion that Mo Wen just wanted to compete with him for power, but this illusion was ruthlessly broken by Mo Wen.

He slapped the chair suddenly, and the poison **** stood up suddenly, his tall body suddenly exuding an unprecedented murderous intent.

"What do you villain say!"

Although the Poison God is nearing his life, his magic power is not wasteful. After a big drink, the power is amazing, the black smoke is billowing, and the true essence is gushing, and people can't breathe.

But Mo Wen was unwilling to show weakness. He took a step forward, with the brilliance of green, gold and red enveloping him. He stood firm with the aura of the poisonous **** and was not afraid.

"Old guy, when he gets older, is he even deaf? I said I'm going to destroy the Ten Thousand Poison Gate and ruin the heritage here!"

He was very angry, and looked at the determined Mo Wen, but the poison **** laughed.

"Good, good! Unexpectedly, the old man will be in his life, but he will be blind in his later years, and he will take you such a white-eyed wolf, come around, get me this rebel!"

Having said that, the poison **** waved his hand, motioning to capture Mo Wen from the left and the right, since this disciple had already given birth to a rebellious mind, then why should he be polite! As for the future of Wandumen, he couldn't control so much at this time.

It's just that his face changed the next moment. With his order, more than half of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples took out the magic weapon, but there were also many people who took a step back quietly, looking at all this with uncertain expressions. There was no intention to do anything at all, and more than a dozen people stood directly behind Mo Wen, looking like they were advancing and retreating together.

You know that because of the interrogation of Mo Wen this time, the poison **** summoned people he believed to be his own line, but he didn't expect so many people to fall to Mo Wen's side in the end.

Turning his head abruptly, the poison **** stared at Mo Wen fiercely, and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, it's the apprentice I carefully trained. Is this the back hand you left behind?"

Mo Wen shrugged ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There was a playful look on his face, "Speaking of which, the disciple is too impatient. Seeing Master, you are aging day by day, but you can't bear it anymore. , Otherwise, in a few years, I am sure that more than half of the people here will stand on my side. After all,-you are already old!"

Hearing this, the Poison God was even more angry. He glanced at Mo Wen and the traitors, and said coldly: "Do you think you can escape today with this little person? Or do you think you have wings? Hard, Dao Xing far surpasses being a teacher?"

Mo Wen shook his head, and chuckled: "Master, your old man is always strong and strong, so naturally my disciples dare not just face you like this, so I specially prepared a generous gift for you!"

Before the words fell, there was a loud cry of killing outside the hall.

After a while, a blood-stained disciple rushed in and screamed at the poison god.

"Master, the ghost, the ghost kingzong and the Hehuan faction have joined forces to kill in!" (to be continued...)

ps: Thanks to Shun Qi, lazy, manic monthly pass and for the reward. ()