In fact, with the cultivation of Li Wujian, Chun Yuliang, Xiao Tianxiao and Yu Qingzi's generation, they would not have been afraid of the head lowering technique, but although they are all the ways of immortality, they will eventually end up in the same way, but the way is different, so naturally I don't know much about it, and the so-called "interlaced lines are like mountains" is this truth.

In addition, there are also the Hades team and some disciples who are weaker in cultivation, and they do not have the ability to resist and lower their heads for the time being, which is also the main reason why Tianmen Zhongnan is sluggish all the way to Meng Hai - you can't rush forward with your head covered regardless of casualties, right?

The act of killing a thousand enemies and self-inflicting eight hundred losses can be imagined that it will not be approved by the door master.

Fortunately, with Vallarillo in charge of dealing with the defenseless head-lowering technique, the people of Tianmen should deal with any real attack, just on this small camp in the Menghai primeval forest, waiting for all the black-clothed head-lowering divisions in Central and South China to attack.

As long as these head-lowering masters are defeated, what power can stop Tianmen from going south?

I also took this opportunity to fight and succeed!

It's much better than hunting down the head master all over the mountains.

The question is, can you win it?

That night, the waning moon was like a hook, and the cold moonlight and faint starlight were cast into the forest through the dense branches and leaves, but only the snakes, scorpions, centipedes and other poisons spread on the ground were reflected in layers.

That night, the breeze caressed it, and it only brought a slight fishy smell of nausea, and there was no more poetry.

That night, several heads grazed the treetops and flew from the Tachili. This is the black-clothed descendant led by Su Cha, who wants to find a fatal opportunity between the attacks of the five poisonous heads.

This should be a quiet and peaceful night in the mountains and forests, but it is destined to become a battlefield of life and death.

The poisons were like a tidal wave of insensitive, swooping down on the little clearing in waves, endlessly.

The snake letter is constantly swallowing, followed by a low "sizzle" sound, countless snakes gathered together, and the whole mountain forest echoed this sound, which is creepy, and wants to escape.

The scorpion held its pincers high, and occasionally reflected a blue glimmer in the moonlight. The sea of countless poisonous scorpions, like an endless ironclad array, marched towards the clearing.

Countless centipedes and other reptiles were mixed in, and under the drive of the head descending division, they rushed to the target camp.

On the ground were layers of poisonous insects, and in the air, there were highly poisonous clusters of peculiar silkworms and flying centipedes, and they forgot to die, they didn't feel anything, as if their mission was to storm the camp - even if it was death!

Not only that, but there are also a large number of poisons going forward one after another, digging holes in the ground, and they don't mind drilling the ground of the entire camp into a dense beehive!

These poisons were driven from the mountains and forests near Meng Hai. Under the command of the head descending master, they have no power to resist, or rather, these low-level creatures have lost their thinking at all in the face of the head descending technique, and the only thing left is instinct:

Attack, bite, and kill.

Even if it is death.

In the eyes of the head descenders, this is their fate: to lower the cruel five poisons on their heads, through the bodies of these poisons, down to those damned Chinese people, and let them die a miserable death!

However, Valarilo is like a rock that stands forever, withstanding the constant onslaught of the sea.

Blue and white flames descended from the stakes that supported the tent, like layers of pure seawater, flooding the entire clearing, infiltrating the deep ground beneath the tent, leaving all the incoming poisons with nowhere to hide, and finally becoming piles of ashes in this beautiful fire.

The silkworms and flying centipedes in the sky were thrown into the brilliant circle of fire in the air like moths fighting fire, and they were burned to the point that there was no slag left.

But even so, under the urging of the head descender, the poisons still launched an endless attack, using their own lives to try to tear a hole in Vallarillo's defense, or disrupt the rhythm of the other party, creating a gap for the black-clothed generals who were about to take advantage of the void.

However, they are facing Vallarillo, the most powerful master in white!

Although the poisons had been attacking from morning to midnight, Valarilo was still dressed in white, unable to cope with it, and relaxed, and did not seem to take these murderous and ugly little poisons to heart.

This is also true.

In the eyes of the dignified white-clothed master, how could he afford such a humble spell as the Five Poisons Descending Head? Even if it was to pour the poison of the entire Central South to attack, how could it be able to defeat the true fire of Valarilo's ascetic soul?

What's more, the poisoners are not only facing just one Valarilo, the Huaxia cultivator in the Heavenly Gate, but also the means of long-range attacks.

All kinds of heavenly thunder, flames, freezing and other spells have been used one after another, all of them are infinitely powerful and have huge lethality, often killing a large area, and even the forests around the camp have been made into countless big pits, which look extremely miserable.

However, what is even more tragic is the ecology of central and southern China.

Such a large loss of poisons will inevitably affect the creatures at the upper and lower ends of the food chain: either starve to death because they lose these poisons to feed, or they will multiply and eventually flood because they are deprived of these natural predators.

But all these consequences are unlikely to affect the two sides that are at war. In the eyes of the people of the Heavenly Gate and the black-clothed descendants, unless the other party dies or surrenders, there is no end to the war.

As for ecology? What the hell is that? Does it have anything to do with me?

As a result, countless precious species were wiped out under the joint attack of Vallarillo and the disciples of Tianmen, becoming highly toxic fertilizers that this forest did not need;

As a result, countless poisons lost their lives here, and their poison leached into the soil, which could not be neutralized for a hundred years, creating a large barren land in a large green forest. With the advent of the Menglin earthquake in the following year, these toxins flowed into the groundwater, causing greater hidden dangers and damage!

However, this is war.

And war, you have to pay a price!

The Indochina Peninsula is already rich in poisonous insects, but after this battle, it is not known when it will be restored to its normal ecological environment......

It's a pity that the black-clothed people don't think about this. Their only concern was whether the death of these poisons would create an opportunity for the masters who performed the head-dropping technique to attack.

The people of Tianmen will not even think about it. Because in the eyes of the attacked, the only thing that matters is to try to protect one's own life.

Since you are coming to war, you should have the consciousness of death!

But how many poisons are there in the entire Indochina Peninsula? The continuous attacks launched throughout the day had exhausted most of the Heavenly Sect disciples, and they continued to meditate and recuperate to regain their spiritual power in their bodies.

This is still the case of the army with the Heavenly God Pill, otherwise it is really a question whether it can be supported until now.

But even so, most of the disciples chose to meditate and pranayama in order to fight again. And their safety was all handed over to Valarilo and his comrades who had cultivated deeply.

Luckily, Vallarillo is indeed Vallarillo.

As a white-clothed head descender, he dealt with these poisons for a whole day, and he didn't see the slightest fatigue, which is probably a typical example of "specialization in the art industry", even Su Wen, who was still a little frightened by poisonous insects at the beginning, was relieved, and was actually surrounded by a sea of poisons, and he could still take out a bag of potato chips to eat and play without heart.

"Lao Wa, come to a piece?"

"Old Wa, you blue flame looks so good! Can you control the heat and only bake it, not burn it to ashes? ”

"Lao Wa, if you go to open a restaurant, how much gas will you save!"

"Old Tile ......"

Valarilo always listened to her nonsense with a smile on his face, and at the same time he had to keep an eye on the safety of the entire camp, but despite this, a whole day passed, and no poison was allowed to enter the camp!

The strength of the master in white can be seen from this.

Valarilo's pride, not without reason.

"Suwen, your sect master is really powerful?" Lao Wa's curiosity about the Lord of Heaven is more of a yearning for the way of immortality. I don't want to mention the door owner Han Feng, Su Wen will immediately become a proud little peacock, chattering non-stop.

From Su Wen's expression and tone, Valarilo knew that the status of that sect master was really unparalleled and invincible in the world! In the most apt words of Su Wen, it is:

"Although I am most afraid of snakes, centipedes, and scorpions, as long as the door master gives an order, I dare not hesitate to go to the snake pile and roll a few times!"

"The entire Heavenly Gate, the entire Gate Master's personal guards, dare to die for the Gate Master at any time! It's just that the master doesn't allow us to do this......"

"Lao Wa, when you have the opportunity, I will definitely introduce my master to you. You don't know, my master, that's really good......"

Han Feng, who was drinking with Li Qiuhan at Lake Baikal, sneezed a few times at that time:

"Who's scolding me?"

Valarilo smiled, trying his best to support himself without eating or drinking; Li Wujian and other masters are also unreservedly resisting the attacks of the poisonous people; The disciples of Tianmen take turns pranayama and take turns to go into battle; The only thing that didn't play a role was the murder weapon in the world built by Han Feng himself-Hades team.

Ever since he took over "Yama Luodan", since they became a member of the clan, these people have become the strongest and most elite warriors in the world. Not only does he have too many abilities beyond ordinary people, but he also bears the greater expectations of Han Feng. But now, they are useless.

This is not a war that the Hades team can set foot in, and it is even beyond the team members' understanding of the world!

Valarilo, who can emit flames like sea water at his fingertips; Ordinary poisons that are commanded and ferocious and desperate; A disciple of the Heavenly Gate who can emit thunder, fire, and ice from the palm of his hand...... All this can only be seen in movies. But now, it is alive in front of his eyes.

The team members have also been trained by the Heavenly Gate and understand that there is an unimaginable magical power in this world, but they never expected that this power would be so powerful, even so strong that people can't afford to resist at all - even the sharp Hades team had to become spectators!

However, what they didn't imagine was that the battle belonging to the Hades squad was also coming!