Infinite Heroes Seat

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

The heavens and the earth changed, the wind and clouds gathered, and under the huge and deep dark vortex, a figure in white clothes stood proudly. Bi·qi·little·say·net·first·post

Zhan Xiangsi led Thunder, Mo Wen looked down quietly, chanting a spell in his mouth.

"Nine Heavens Profound Temple, turned into a divine thunder. Huanghuang Tianwei, draw it with the sword!"

Seeing that majestic and solemn figure, like a divine residence, the poison **** gritted his teeth with hatred.

"The true tactic of the Excalibur for the Thunder! Rebel, you must die!"

He had never expected that the Poison Returning Bag could kill Mo Wen. Those poisons can deal with miscellaneous soldiers, but he can only take some time against real masters. He wants to take advantage of this. Escape to the sky in order to make a comeback. No matter how bad he is, he will have to leave the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate. However, Mo Wen's reaction was so swift. Before he escaped far, he was locked by the Divine Sword Royal Thunder Technique. , Now it’s no good if you don’t work hard.

Gritting his teeth, the poison **** manipulated the poisonous return bag to make those poisonous insects pounce on Mo Wen in the sky.

The black swarm of insects slapped towards Mo Wen like a huge wave, and was about to drown him in a blink of an eye.

"die!"

With a low drink, a dazzling thunder light burst into the air.

Wherever it went, countless bugs were turned into ashes, and the entire wave split into two.

The raging thunder is like a fierce dragon, swimming against the current in the black ocean and heading straight to the poison god.

"Hold on to me!"

The poison **** yelled ferociously, under his control. Countless poisonous insects rushed to the lightning desperately, trying to stop the blow with their bodies.

But it's useless, like moths fighting a fire. Everything turned into dust in that electric light.

In the dazzling light, a huge thunder crashed down.

"No!"

The poison **** could only let out a scream, and then was drowned in that thunder light.

The station of Wan Pomen Gate was built on the mud of the Snake Valley, with plenty of water vapor. Under that blow, a layer of mist rose up in the entire valley.

He cast a magic trick casually to blow away the clouds and mist in the sky. Seeing the figure crawling in the pit, half of its body blackened, Mo Wen just smiled. Slowly fell down.

At this time, the ghost king and others all rushed out of the hall, no one made a sound, they all watched all this quietly.

The oldest one in the Demon Cult is going to end here after all, and it was only a young man in his early twenties who killed him. People can't help but sigh. There is a sense that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward.

"Why, why?"

There was only one last breath left, half of his body turned into a coke poisonous god. Seeing Mo Wen walking step by step, there was a trace of clarity in his eyes. He pursed his somewhat dry lips, and whispered towards Mo. Wen asked.

He still couldn't understand why the disciple he was most proud of chose to betray in the end. From any point of view, inheriting the Wandu Sect should be his best choice. Doing this like today, even if he wants to have other ideas in the future, I am afraid it will not be easy. He is tantamount to surrendering the foundation of Wandumen.

The Poison Gate is over, and now the Poison God just wants to know the answer.

After a moment of silence, Mo Wen suddenly said softly: "Back then, you shouldn't have said that."

"That sentence?"

The poison **** was taken aback, and then a scene from many years ago came to his mind, the two confrontation between right and evil, the young man who almost burst into flames in his eyes, and the fainting girl below.

"You, just for such a woman, are you going to destroy my Ten Thousand Poison Door?"

Coughing violently, the poison **** suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Mo Wen in disbelief.

"Just, just for such a woman!"

Resentment, regret, unwillingness!

Hearing the truth of the matter, the poison **** was completely unacceptable. He even wanted to stretch out and hold Mo Wen, and asked him loudly whether his head was broken, because of such a woman, he was going to give up the unification of the magic door. The great cause!

"Yes, just for such a woman!"

Avoiding the poisonous god's hand, Mo Wen stepped on his chest with one foot, his whole body was bent down, and he met his eyes.

"Wandumen is just a tool for me to play games. I never pay attention to it. When I am in a good mood, I may use it again, but if it makes me very unhappy, then I will keep it. What is it for!"

With a slight force under his feet, Mo Wen just smashed, causing the poison **** to squirt out a mouthful of blood.

The blood sprayed on Mo Wen's body, and his white robe was instantly stained with red spots, but Mo Wen didn't care. Instead, he showed a hideous smile, constantly increasing his strength.

There was a crunch, and after a while, the bones on Venom God's chest were crushed by Mo Wen.

"You, you rebel!"

With blood spurting out, the poison **** was tortured so that only the last glimmer was left in his eyes.

But Mo Wen turned a blind eye. Instead, he said to himself: "But that stupid woman is different. She is a very important existence to me. Even if I lied to her and hurt her, in the end, , She still left me treasures that are more precious than the Wan Poison Sect, no, more precious than the entire Demon Sect for thousands of generations."

"So, if I don't destroy the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, what face will I have to see her in the future!"

Inherent skills:

Genius (a/a): A smart brain makes you do more with less, and your wisdom is unparalleled. (Effect-permanent residence, improved intelligence, a clearer understanding of the nature of things, a significant increase in learning efficiency and comprehension, and the ability to innovate or improve by leaps and bounds.) (Upgrade, from b+/a to a/a )

Treasures:

Bound God

Grade: a-

Category: Treasures for People

The powerful **** chain doubles the power of creatures with divine nature or ancient blood.

Perhaps it is because the poison **** is about to die, or to prove that what he said is true, Mo Wenshou made a slight move, and there were red chains emerging from the void behind him, and under his control, the poison **** was suddenly removed. Tied up.

Weeping ceaselessly. Layers of chains were tightening continuously, and they were deeply strangled into the flesh of the poison god, and the bones of the opponent's body shattered one by one under that huge force. In a blink of an eye, the poison **** was already inhumane and turned into something similar to noodles. The scene was **** to the extreme.

But the poison **** was not dead, Mo Wen controlled his strength, and at the same time sent a little true essence into the opponent's body from time to time, not to save his life. But before he had played enough, he would never let the poison **** die.

The expressions of the senior demons present changed slightly, it was not that they couldn't bear this kind of scene. They have also seen them even more disgusting, but the Poison God is the oldest predecessor of the Demon Cult after all, so being tortured and killed in front of them will inevitably make them feel sad.

The Azure Dragon Saint Envoy stepped forward. "Mo Wen. Enough! How do you say Poison God is also one of the veterans of my sacred religion, so you give him a pain—"

Before he finished speaking, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and he pulled him abruptly, but the ghost king suddenly made a move.

The next moment a cyan light slashed across Qinglong's cheek, and then slammed it on the ground not far away.

There was a slight tingling on his cheeks, Qinglong wiped it with his hand, and his hand was actually red with blood.

"you!"

Qinglong was furious. The Qiankun Qingguang Ring has a faint lustre, and it is necessary to do it. But the ghost king stubbornly held him back.

"Sect Master, this kid is too much, we must teach him a lesson!"

Qinglong was anxious, thinking that as one of the four great sage envoys of the Ghost King Sect, how lofty his status is, the kid on the opposite side actually shot him silently, how can he bear it!

But the ghost king shook his head and motioned for him to turn his head.

Qinglong was puzzled, looked at it, and then took a breath of air-conditioning.

At some point, Mo Wen's eyes were already blood red, and strands of black energy continued to circulate.

Mo Wen didn't speak, nor a trace of expression on his face, just standing there quietly.

But Qinglong knew that as long as he said one more sentence, the other party would definitely do it immediately, without dying.

"Cut!" Turning his head uncomfortably, Qinglong stopped paying attention to it.

After all, Mo Wen was the son-in-law of the Ghost King. How could he not kill him? Of course, there was one thing that Qinglong would never admit, and that was under those red eyes, he was a little scared.

Seeing that Qinglong's clothes were soft, Mo Wen no longer paid attention to him, and even put his gaze back on the poison god.

"Master, do you know how much I look forward to this day in the past five years? Don't worry, I will never let anyone disturb you. We can play for a long time!"

Bound the **** cable tightened and then loosened under unspoken manipulation, leaving the poison **** on the edge of pain and sobriety, unable to survive, and unable to die.

But the physical pain was far less than the one in his heart. At this moment, the poison **** just wanted to cry bitterly, and his Wandumen went to destruction just because of a woman!

He is sorry to the ancestors of Wandumen!

Gritting his teeth in pain, unforgettable with hatred, the poison **** suddenly raised his head and stared at Mo Wen.

"You rebel! The old man only hates that he would accept you as a disciple when he was blind, and the lowly maid. If he didn't die early, the old man would have to—"

With a bang, the poison god's head burst open like a watermelon.

Looking at the headless body of the poison god, and then at his bloodstained hands, Mo Wen frowned.

"Cut, it's cheap this old guy!"

He threw the corpse into the swarm of insects that hadn't dissipated in the distance. Seeing the bones being swallowed by the poisons a little bit, Mo Wen took a deep breath, but turned and left without saying a word. The congregants who teach are all consciously giving way. What Mowen has done today will make them unforgettable in their lives. They are cruel, grudges, and their cultivation bases are extremely high. No one wants to touch the badness of Mowen at this time, no matter it is This is true of Wandumen, Ghost King Sect, or Hehuan Sect.

Just watching him gradually leave behind, the crowd is also a little commotion, some people hesitate to follow up, after all, for the group of people who surrendered to Wandumen, following Mowen at this time, the set is almost, It is a good choice to show loyalty. They are traitors, and Mo Wen is their boss. If they hug together, they can occupy a large position in the unified sacred religion. Not only them, but watching Mo Hearing that, Mrs. San Miao seemed to be a little moved, and she lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking about.

Seeing this, You Ji frowned and looked at each other with Qinglong. She wanted to say something to the King of Ghosts, but the King of Ghosts chuckled, and suddenly said loudly to Mo Wen's back: "Wen'er, Shengjiao is about to Unify, how about I give you the position of leader?"

As soon as this statement came out, the scene was tense. Everyone looked at the ghost king and didn't know what he was playing. Pay attention. As members of the demon sect, they didn't think that the ghost king would be so kind and handy to be the leader of the leader~www.wuxiamtl .com~ Could it be that just after the Ten Thousand Poison Gate was destroyed, another battle was about to begin?

The faces of You Ji and Qinglong changed slightly, but Mrs. San Miao was staring at the ghost king with her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to see through his true thoughts.

But at this time, there was an unreadable voice.

"Not interested, I have to go back to accompany Baguio!"

There was an expression on the face of the King of Ghosts, as if he wanted to explain it to You Ji and Qinglong, and also wanted to say to everyone: "Don't worry, as long as there is Yao'er there, we will not Turn your face!"

Hearing this, Mrs. San Miao smiled bitterly, did not speak, and the crowd that had been commotional calmed down. After all, no one is stupid. If I don’t want to fight for that position, they jump out, do they want to die? ?

It seems that the holy religion is really going to be unified this time!

Seeing the splendid ghost king, everyone thought to themselves in their hearts. (To be continued...)