Infinite Heroes Seat

"Rebel, I killed you!"

The last glimmer of hope was cut off, and the poison **** could no longer suppress his murderous aura, and the true essence of his body burst out, roaring and rushing towards Mo Wen. For more exciting novels, please visit bq.e

For hundreds of years in the world, I have enjoyed all the glory and wealth in this world, and my own life is nearing. For the current poison god, no power and prestige are in mind, and even his own life is not important anymore. The only thing he cares about is the inheritance of the foundation, the incense inheritance of the Ten Thousand Poison Door, but now the great situation has been defeated by Mo Wen once, and he is not even given a chance to survive. How can he not be angry?

His right hand stretched out suddenly, and the poison **** waved at Mo Wen, Zhen Yuan let out his hand, and a huge black palm patted Mo Wen's head.

The giant palm quickly filled the entire hall, and the space seemed to be reduced a lot because of this, and the black air on it was filled with a strange smell. Before the palm power was reached, everyone present felt a little dizzy. Obviously there was a drama on it. poison.

The Black Devil’s Palm, this is the skill of the poison **** at the bottom of the box, combined with the smelting of hundreds of poisons in the Ten Thousand Poisons Scripture, it is only because of the power that is too overbearing, the various toxins on it are not careful, and it is easy to back the cultivator. In itself, even Poison God would not use it under normal circumstances, but at this time he had already worked hard, naturally he had no scruples.

Seeing that the Poison God had such an extraordinary power as soon as he shot it, everyone present was slightly discolored, and the dark road deserves to be the longest-living giant of the magic road. This kind of cultivation is really not to be underestimated. Qinglong and others have sacrificed their magic weapons. To be shot.

But the next moment, a icy voice came over.

"Stop it all. The poison **** is mine!"

The bright light illuminates in the temple, and then expands rapidly, turning into a half-moon in just an instant. Cut off that giant palm horizontally.

After falling to the ground, the stone slabs in the main hall actually made a sizzling noise, and they were corroded, forming two long pitch black scorch marks. When the fishy wind came, many disciples of the demons retreated one after another, and a faint black air appeared on their faces. Obviously, the aftermath alone made them very poisonous, and only the ghost king, Mrs. San Miao, and others, who took part in magic skills, did not retreat. Just quietly watching the figure in white clothes standing in the middle of the trace.

Holding Acacia Zan in his hand, Mo Wen's face turned blue and red, and the poison was instantly resolved. Looked at the poisonous **** who was a little surprised. He just smiled, "Master, have you forgotten, my talent in the Ten Thousand Poison Scriptures is higher than yours! So if you want to kill me, you can use something else!"

Although the understanding of the Ten Thousand Poison Scriptures may not have a high level of poison, but with the two major poisons of the wild clam and the Kunlun ice silkworm, it is impossible to hear that they are immune to most of the poisonous powers of the poison god, and the rest depends on the cultivation base. Can carry it down. In other words, Poison God's greatest reliance was abolished in front of Mo Wen. The only thing he can do is his own skill for hundreds of years of hard work.

It seems that after thinking through this section, the face of Poison God becomes more and more ugly.

But Mo Wen was unreasonable and unforgiving. He shook the bright dagger in his hand and sneered: "Oh, I forgot. Master gave me even the magic weapon to take advantage of it. It won't be that. The guinea pig's skills are so poor, there is nothing you can take out!"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, looking at the Acacia Zhan in Mo Wen's hand, the poison **** yelled, "The old man can kill you little beast without a magic weapon!" The whole person turned into a black streamer and rushed towards Mo Wen.

The brilliance of blue, red, and gold flowed through Mo Wen's body, and Mo Wen stomped the ground abruptly, a large piece of slate was chopped up by his foot, and then he took advantage of his strength to greet the poisonous god.

The main hall rumbling, stone pillars collapsed, broken stones splashed, colored light and black glow kept colliding, waves of huge waves swept across the hall.

In the first few rounds, the Poison God was able to use his anger and profound skill to support him, but he soon fell under the wind. After all, the Ten Thousand Poison Scriptures were mainly used to win with the weirdness and cruelty, and to control poison. Tai Chi Qingxuan Dao and Dafan Prajna are undoubtedly inherently weak.

After only a few rounds, Mo Wen's body glowed with golden light, and his entire leg drew like a golden razor to the poison god, directly smashing the layer of black true essence, and then kicking it fiercely. On the side waist of Poison God.

"Wow!"

The poison **** spit out blood, and the whole person flew upside down like a cannonball. He knocked down a few stone pillars before stopping. However, before he could stand up, another gust of wind struck him. He appeared in front of him again, and kicked it out fiercely.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the entire hall shook, and the poison **** was embedded in the wall, and the wall that had been reinforced by an unknown number of layers began to crack slowly.

"Ahem!"

Coughing up blood in his mouth, looking at the young man walking step by step, a sharp look flashed in the eyes of the poison god, and his hand stretched out to an inconspicuous cloth bag at his waist.

Zhan Xiangsi in his hand whispered, looking at the dusty figure, Mo Wen's mouth showed a happy smile.

As if stung by the smile, the poison **** stood up staggeringly, staring at Mo Wen spitefully.

"Adversary, do you think you have won, let you see and see the treasure of my ten thousand poisonous door today!"

After that, he pulled the cloth bag abruptly, and pointed the mouth of the bag at Mo Wen.

Buzzing, just hearing a sound like a sea wave, the mouth of the cloth bag suddenly enlarged, and a black torrent jetted out from it.

Countless poisonous insects and poisons swarmed out, spiders, centipedes, toads, poisonous bees, poisonous snakes, and almost all kinds of poisons that could be named. They threw their teeth and claws towards Mo Wen, looking from a distance. It's like a black ocean wave.

"Take it to death, rebel! You forced me to do this!"

The bag of Wandu's return to the sect, the treasure of the town of Wandumen, and the "Fulongding Ding" of the King of Ghosts, the "Blood Devouring Orb" of the Refining Hall, and the "Hehuan Bell" of the Hehuan Sect are also known as the Four Wonders of the Demon Sect Treasures are born with the ability to contain all kinds of poisons and cultivate highly poisonous things.

Usually, the disciples in the sect capture the poison and put it into the bag for cultivation, but it is rarely used against the enemy. First, it is not easy to collect the poison. Instead of using it against the enemy, it is better to let them fight each other to cultivate a more dramatic effect. Poisons; secondly, it is not easy to control ten thousand poisons in the sect bag. Most of the time when facing the enemy, the enemy and us are not distinguished. The various poisons in it will not let them go because of their status as a disciple of the ten thousand poisons.

"not good!"

Seeing the black and crushing poison, everyone's complexion changed.

The black torrent directly involved Mo Wen at the forefront, and then rushed towards everyone unabated.

There was a muffled sound, and I saw that in the Viper Valley, the grand hall at the gate was like a dumped hill~www.wuxiamtl.com~ A black torrent spurted out suddenly, and when it got outside, it spread out again. Some are flying in the sky, and some are running on the ground, finally covering the whole world.

Screaming and wailing, silhouettes rushed out of the hall, looking at the invisible poison ocean in horror.

And in this sea of ​​poison, a figure quickly flew out and flew towards the outside of the valley.

Looking bitterly at the panicked disciples of the three factions behind him, the poison **** cursed in a low voice: "Rebel, ghost king, you will wait for me. I won't just give up like this, I will definitely come back!"

But suddenly there was a cold voice in the air.

"Really? But the disciple thinks that Master, you can't go anywhere this time!"

The next moment, there was a loud thunder in the sky. (To be continued...)

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