Chapter 391

Leaving Tianyin Temple, Wang Xiaoming could see that on a certain mountain, thick smoke was billowing out.

[Ding! The host has done a big sabotage, and it has taken a big step towards becoming the biggest villain in this world, this time the atmosphere heat value: 23000, gain experience +500, total balance: 453066]

Listening to the prompt sound of the system, an evil smile appeared on Wang Xiaoming's face, Qingyunmen, Ghost King Sect, and Tianyin Temple have all paid a good visit, so next, do you want to go to the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, Hehuan Sect, Changshengtang and other sects to do something.

Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Xiaoming did not stay, but went directly to the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

Because Wang Xiaoming really wanted to meet this poisonous son Qin Wuyan.

He is one of the three major sons of the Demon Sect.

Ascending lotus under his feet, Wang Xiaoming's body flew up lightly, and then swept in a certain direction.

In less than ten minutes, Wang Xiaoming accurately found out the exact location of the Wanxin Gate from the navigation according to the positioning of the Wanjie wireless network.

After entering here, Wang Xiaoming did not show any fear on his face in the face of the people and horses of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, and even there were many poisons in the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, but Wang Xiaoming was not worried about being poisoned.

Because, he has a physique that is invincible to all poisons, and any poison has no effect on him.

Wang Xiaoming didn't have any nonsense at all, the invincible big steel cannon behind him appeared, dozens of cannon barrels stretched out, bursting out one after another golden cannonballs, aiming at the surroundings was a burst of indiscriminate bombardment.

Boom! Boom!

The surrounding buildings collapsed for a while, the flames were churning, and many disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were seriously injured in this bombardment, and let out bursts of wails.

When Wang Xiaoming launched the second wave of attacks, a mighty immortal impact enveloped Wang Xiaoming's body.

Wang Xiaoming's face was full of surprise, such spiritual power is indeed a little capable.

A figure fell, he was slender, his face was handsome, and he was a handsome son.

"Where did you come from, you dare to do this to me. The man was dressed in gorgeous clothes, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at Wang Xiaoming with extraordinary momentum and asked.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him, not worried that his attack would hurt him, but with a faint smile on his face, he said, "Are you Qin Wuyan, the poisonous son of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?"

Qin Wuyan's expression was slightly condensed, he didn't rush to answer, but asked lightly, "Who are you?"

Wang Xiaoming said lightly: "By the way, I forgot to report to my family, my name is Bai Xianjun, and I am here to invite you to participate in the 'Battle of Zhuxian' of the 100,000 Mountains in ten years." ”

Qin Wuyan's expression froze, and he said, "One hundred thousand mountains, the battle of Zhuxian?"

Wang Xiaoming said lightly: "That's right, I am an immortal, you can unite the forces of several major forces to destroy me, I am the most powerful bad guy." ”

Qin Wuyan's expression became cold, because what he saw when he turned his head was that his sect had been devastated, and there were many casualties.

Wang Xiaoming said lightly: "Okay, that's all for today, I'll go first." ”

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming wanted to turn around and leave.

Qin Wuyan saw that Wang Xiaoming wanted to leave, and rushed towards him directly with a long sword in his hand.

"I want to go!"

Wang Xiaoming listened to Qin Wuyan's angry shouts and watched him rush over, but with a single hand, a powerful anti-shock force shook Qin Wuyan back.

"You're not my opponent, so let's wait. Wang Xiaoming turned around, suspended in mid-air, looked at him condescendingly, and said: "Qingyunmen, Ghost King Sect, Tianyin Temple I have already been there, you want to kill me, wait ten years!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiaoming disappeared directly into mid-air.

"Remember, in ten years, we will see 100,000 mountains!"

The whole world reverberated with Wang Xiaoming's immature voice.

Qin Wuyan looked at Wang Xiaoming's disappearing back, and the expression on his face became a little complicated, because this thing came too suddenly, so that he didn't come back to his senses a little.

Next, Wang Xiaoming bombed the Immortal Hall, the Hehuan Sect, and the Blood Refining Hall respectively, and explained these things respectively.

After doing these things well, Wang Xiaoming felt a little tired, and went directly to the 100,000 Mountains ten years later.

One day ten years later, the spatial vortex emerged, and Wang Xiaoming came to the dense jungle, and when he came here, he could already see footprints around him.

This shows that everything that has been done before has begun to be acted upon.

Although I don't know which group of people it is, Wang Xiaoming doesn't think it's very important.

After all, he wasn't something these people could easily kill.

Walking in the woods, Wang Xiaoming walked a little aimlessly.

As he went deeper, Wang Xiaoming found that the terrain among the 100,000 mountains here was complicated, and there was a miasma, and the fog was swirling, making the things in front of him a little hazy and blurred.

If an ordinary cultivator walked in this, it would be easy for them to get lost, absorb these miasma, and die.

But Wang Xiaoming has a physique that is invincible to all poisons, and whether it is the ability of white eyes or clairvoyant eyes, he can see the road ahead clearly.

From time to time, I will encounter some beasts in the forest, and these beasts will be frightened away when they feel the powerful aura on Wang Xiaoming's body, and hide far away.

In this way, I walked through the forest for about half an hour and came to the center of the 100,000 mountains.

Wang Xiaoming seemed aimless, but he could see the footprints of people on the ground, and there were many of them, which proved that a large group of people had entered the depths of the 100,000 mountains.

What Wang Xiaoming could think of was someone from the Immortal Hall, or someone from Qingyunmen.

He believed that there would not be so many people from the Ghost King Sect entering here.

However, when I think about it, the people of the Ghost King Sect may not be able to say now, after all, they did something in the Ghost King Sect ten years ago.

Now that the time in this world is ten years later, he will be crazy to find himself.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming walked alone through the miasma land and came to a clearing.

In the clearing, there were two people wearing the costumes of Qingyunmen disciples, and there was also a young man wearing a pair of black robes.

Two Qingyunmen disciples are a man and a woman, one is Lin Jingyu and the other is Lu Xueqi.

And the other black-robed man is Zhang Xiaofan.

Now Zhang Xiaofan's body has a powerful aura, he looks unusually calm, and he has a bit of a kingly demeanor, he is a blackened ghost.

That is, the deputy sect master of the Ghost King Sect, Ghost Li.

In this way, there are three positions.

Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu's faces were shocked.

Ghost Li also stood in place, calmly looking at Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu, and did not have any words.

And Wang Xiaoming looked at these two people quietly.

The scene fell silent.

The air seemed to be still.

Lin Jingyu looked at the ghost, and finally came back to his senses and said, "Xiao Fan....."

Ghost Li listened to Lin Jingyu's call, his eyes moved, he looked at Lu Xueqi beside him again, and then looked at Wang Xiaoming, and said, "Bai Xianjun..... Make it easy for me to find!"

"Hell..... I didn't think you had really reached this point, you want to resurrect Baguio!" Wang Xiaoming looked at Ghost Li and said with a grin.