The main altar of the Demon Sect's Ten Thousand Poison Gate is located in a place called 'Viper Valley' in the southwest of Middle-earth. According to the geographical location, the Poisonous Snake Valley, the Fox Qi Mountain of the Ghost King Sect, and the Xiaoyao Stream of the Hehuan Sect just form a large triangle, containing each other and confronting each other, constituting the originally quite solid balance of power in today's Demon Sect.

But at this moment, this balance has reached a precarious point, especially in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, which was originally the most powerful in the Demon Sect, with the death of the old sect master Poison God Old Man, around the inheritance of the new sect master, the Ten Thousand Poison Gate has become chaotic, and the Poisonous Snake Valley where the main altar is located is already tense, and the situation is about to erupt.

Nominally speaking, he got the death of the Poison God, and it was Qin Wuyan, the closed disciple of the Poison God, who had the status of official heir, but it was a pity that in the Demon Sect, especially in a sect like the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, which was martial and its strength was more important than everything, it was useless to rely on the last life left by the Poison God.

Not long after the Poison God died, several of his other disciples rushed back to the Poison Snake Valley, menacing, and put on an attitude of wanting to compete for the position of the sect master. And although Qin Wuyan is deeply rooted in the true inheritance of the Poison God, and his skills are far better than those of several senior brothers, first, he is not very experienced in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and some important masters in the sect are almost all on the side of his senior brothers; Second, the last time he was in the middle of death, he was accidentally ambushed by Baguio of the Ghost King Sect and was seriously injured.

However, fortunately, at this critical juncture, Qin Wuyan finally relied on the strange Dao method of the True Transmission of the Poison God, plus the combination of five kinds of poisons, including the 'Seven-Tailed Centipede', to forcibly dispel this feeling. And this important matter only happened a few days ago, Qin Wuyan was deep in his mind and kept this secret all the time, he knew that he was already the target of everyone at the moment, so he was willing to endure it.

His patience soon paid off, and the three senior brothers Fan Xiong, Cheng Wuya and Duan Rushan, who had worked together to form an alliance and came back to snatch the throne of the door master, found out that this little junior brother who was originally the most jealous was already a half-crippled person who was suffering from internal injuries and diseases, and he also expressed very sincerely that the master did pass on the position of the door master to him on his deathbed, but he himself did not want to sit in this position at all, and handed over the seal of the head of the door on the spot, and placed it in front of the poison god spirit position, indicating that only those who become the master of the door can get it, the alliance of the three poison god descendants quickly began to disintegrate and collapse.

The masters and disciples in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect are also divided into three factions at this moment, and the faction led by the Hundred Poisons is on the side of the senior brother Fan Xiong; And the bloodsucking old demon who had the hatred of killing Zhang Xiaofan back then and his friend Duanmu Ancestor stood behind the second Cheng Wuzhi; As for the remaining old three Duan Rushan, although Dao Xing ranked last among the four disciples of the Poison God, he has always been good at scheming and has long been secretly plotting, but this time he is temporarily the most powerful with his power, and many old monsters from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who have not been born for a long time have been co-opted by him, and nearly half of the disciples are on his side.

And in the current Snake Valley, it is the last day of sacrificing the first seven of the poison god. The news of the death of the poison god has been spread, and the white flags on the mourning hall are like mountains, but it is rare to hear a cry or two. Although most of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect wore white silk on their heads and sackcloth, they did not even have a trace of sadness and pain on their faces, on the contrary, many of them glared angrily and confronted the people of the other faction. If it weren't for the last bit of face on the mourning hall, I'm afraid that this place would have already become a martial hall instead of a mourning hall.

The four disciples of the Poison God, all dressed in heavy filial piety, knelt in front of everyone, but except for Qin Wuyan, the other three only kowtowed three times and stood up, standing to the side, and many people were also standing behind them, confronting each other, and countless eyes looked at the offering table in front of the coffin in the mourning hall, a small green locket with four characters written on it—the Ten Thousand Poison God Seal.

It is the seal that the owner of the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate has had since ancient times.

There were three fruits on the table, and on the ground in front of the table was a copper basin, burning with flames, after Qin Wuyan kowtowed, unlike the three senior brothers, he knelt aside silently, took the paper money and put it into the copper basin one by one, and burned it to the deceased. And none of his three senior brothers looked at him squarely, anyway, no matter who ended up becoming the master of the door, this waste man couldn't escape the fate of being poisoned.

Their attention is more on the locket.

Fan Xiong, who had a sideways face and a fierce expression, suddenly snorted coldly, took a step forward, and walked towards the offering table, but Cheng Wuyan and Duan Rushan, who had already been on guard, flashed out almost at the same time, Duan Rushan sneered: "Senior brother, Master's first seven years have not yet passed, what do you want to do?" ”

Fan Xiong's eyes widened, a fierce light flashed on his face, and said, "I am a senior brother, of course this son will be inherited by me." ”

Cheng Wuya snorted and said, "Where do you see that this position is where the senior brother sits?" ”

Duan Rushan also sneered: "Do you want to talk about the rules of the elders and young, if you really want to talk about the rules, the master is also passing on the throne to the junior brother on his deathbed, where will it be your turn?" ”

Fan Xiong's eyes flashed with fierceness, Huo Di turned his head to look at Qin Wuyan, Qin Wuyan didn't raise his head, his voice still sounded like he was lacking in qi, coughed, and said tremblingly: "Three senior brothers, you just came back...... cough, cough cough...... I immediately handed over the letter and explained that I was not interested in the position. You guys...... Ahem...... You started earlier than me, and the people are higher than me, so naturally you should sit in this seat, Master is old, and he was a little confused when he thought about leaving, so he said nonsense. You've decided who sits in this position, so don't drag me in. ”

In his tone, he was low and trembling, and he seemed to have some feelings of weakness and fear, where was the deep and arrogant appearance of before. Fan Xiong sneered, turned his head disdainfully, didn't look at him again, and said, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

Duan Rushan sneered and said, "Needless to say, it's still the same as we agreed, the master will pass the first seven first, and after letting the old man go, we will decide who will sit in this position tomorrow on top of this mourning hall!" ”

Fan Xiong glared at Duan Rushan and Cheng Wuyan fiercely, and his two junior disciples would not be kind to him when they looked at him. After a few moments, Fan Xionghuo turned around and strode out of the mourning hall, and a large group of people immediately walked out after him. Cheng Wuya and Duan Rushan then also walked out with their men and horses, and above the mourning hall, Qin Wuyan was soon left alone to kneel on the ground silently guarding the coffin.

I don't know how much time passed, the stack of paper money in Qin Wuyan's hand was put into the copper basin and burned clean, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes under the white silk were indifferent but without brilliance.

"Master......" His voice was so soft that only he could hear it: "Master! Do you see, these people are your apprentices, your men......"

The corners of Qin Wuyan's indifferent mouth slowly flashed with a sneer, cold without the slightest emotion.