Before the mountain gate of the Tang Gate in western Sichuan.

After Xiong Ba taught Tangshan a lesson, he sat down in front of the mountain gate of the Tangmen in Western Sichuan, with a few chuckles on his face, and constantly mocked: "Tangmen in Western Sichuan, but that's it, garbage." As for the Nine Poison Demon Lords, after hearing my name, I'm afraid they don't even have the courage to face me. ”

Hearing Xiong Ba insulting his own ancestors, those younger generation cultivators, they were extremely angry in their hearts, but they just dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

After all, the strength that Xiong Ba showed before was too powerful.

If those young cultivators dared to rush forward, I am afraid that it would be no different from sending them to death.

"Huhuhu......"

At this moment, a pitch-black smoke suddenly hit the air.

Those cultivators of the younger generation were extremely excited and shouted, "The old ancestor is here. ”

"Boom!"

Almost at the same moment.

That black fog killed in front of Xiong Ba's body, Xiong Ba's spirit shook suddenly, and his right hand pinched out a fist mark and smashed it on the black mist.

"Bang!"

The Nine Poison Demon Lord and Xiong Ba collided fiercely together, and a terrifying wave of qi instantly centered on the Nine Poison Demon Lord and Xiong Ba, spreading towards the surroundings.

Xiongba's huge body took a few steps back.

The power of the Nine Poison Demon Lord is indeed very strong, even in the face of the huge Xiongba, he can still use hard-hitting means to fight Xiongba.

"You brute, if it wasn't for Ye Xuan's demon before, you would be dead now."

The Nine Poison Demon Lord walked out of the black mist, his face was old and old, suspended in mid-air, layers of black light mist appeared on the surface of his body, and he coldly looked at Xiong Ba, who was a few meters back, and scolded sharply.

"Heh, you Master Xiong, you just don't die, come here, you will be angry to death."

Xiong Ba chuckled a few times and mocked.

It knew very well that it was either the opponent of the Nine Poison Demon Lord, or it had distanced itself from the Nine Poison Demon Lord. You must know that the Nine Poison Demon Lord is a genuine cultivator, and Xiong Ba is just a beast that has achieved his own "evolution" by eating treasure medicine, and his strength is not as good as that of the Nine Poison Demon Lord, which is normal.

"You're looking for death!"

The Nine Poison Demon Lord's face was wiped with a few traces of fierceness, and with a "boom", he was heading towards Xiong Ba.

"Come on! You Master Xiong, if you are afraid of you, then it is not your Master Xiong. ”

Xiong Ba laughed, he didn't look at the Nine Poison Demon Lord at all, and before the Nine Poison Demon Lord killed Xiong Ba, Xiong Ba ran away directly.

“……”

The Nine Poison Demon Lord's face was dazed.

Nima!

What you swore just now are you afraid of?

Now, run Nima?

Cowardice!

Although he was very angry in his heart, the Nine Poison Demon Monarch knew very well that if Xiong Ba was allowed to leave, then where should he put his face in the Western Sichuan Tang Sect?

"You brute, I'm Tangmen in Western Sichuan, how can you come if you want to come and leave if you want?"

The Nine Poison Demon Lord snorted coldly, turned into a puff of smoke, and chased towards Xiong Ba.

In this way, in the mountains and fields in the distance, a very interesting picture appeared.

A huge black bear, glowing with light, constantly spit out white mist, running frantically on the earth, and not far behind the black bear, a puddle of black mist chased closely.

No matter how the Nine Poison Demon Lord scolded, Xiong Ba just scolded the past, but he always avoided it without fighting.

After Xiong Ba and the Nine Poison Demon Lords left, some cultivators from the Western Sichuan Tang Sect dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

Some young cultivators hurriedly stepped forward to help Tang Shan, who was seriously injured, up.

Tangshan, who was hit hard by Xiongba in a row, spit blood from his mouth, and his face turned pale.

With the support of the young cultivator, Tang San barely woke up.

But!

Tangshan had just woken up, and what caught his eyes was a huge snow-capped fox.

The fox, more than three meters long, was as white as snow, a pair of fox eyes were blue, as if inlaid with dark blue crystal stones, and the high cocked tail was also very slender and proud.

Tang San thought that there was a hallucination in front of him, and said, "How can there be a fox?" ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the huge white fox landed on Tang Shan's head with a direct claw.

"Bang!"

Tang Shan only felt a sudden pain in his head, and the whole person fainted directly.

And those young cultivators didn't dare to move, staring at the huge white fox as if they were facing a great enemy.

"You, what are you?"

A young cultivator was frightened and asked.

"I'm a fox fairy."

The huge silver white fox glanced coldly at the young cultivators, and said indifferently: "Now, I came to the Tang Sect in Western Sichuan to find the Nine Poison Demon Lord. ”

"Ancestor...... Already left. ”

The young cultivator's body was constantly trembling, and the pants on his lower body were already wet, and he said.

"Oh."

The fox fairy nodded, slapped directly on the body of the young cultivator, and said, "You don't have to tremble, just lie on the ground!" ”

If it weren't for Ye Xuan's previous explanation, don't kill innocents at will, the fox fairy would have taken action a long time ago and killed those people, instead of knocking them out.

As for Tangshan, he was only stunned by the fox fairy's paw.

Tangshan has probably always been so unlucky, first beaten twice by Xiong Ba, and now beaten by the fox fairy, which can be described as extremely desolate.

After the fox fairy stunned those young cultivators, he rushed directly into the Tang Gate in Western Sichuan and began to wreak havoc.

According to Ye Xuan's words, the main task of the fox fairy is to make the Tangmen of Western Sichuan become a mess.

After the fox fairy rushed into the Tang Gate in western Sichuan, he wreaked havoc, followed by a white-haired young man, thin as a blade, riding a huge wild boar, and came to the mountain gate.

"It seems that Xiong Ba and Fox Fairy have both succeeded. Next, it was my turn. ”

Ye Xuan rode a pig, a few sneers crossed the corners of his mouth, and then, he said, "Zhu Jiujie, walk." ”

"Okay! Eun Gong. ”

Zhu Jiujie laughed a few times, and rushed into the Tang Gate of Western Sichuan with Ye Xuan on his shoulder.

The Tang Gate in Western Sichuan is very large, Ye Xuan rode Zhu Jiujie and searched in the Tang Gate in Western Sichuan for a long time, but he couldn't find the location of the treasure medicine.

Until......

Ye Xuan's gaze fell on an alchemy room, and he asked Zhu Jiujie to stop.

"Zhu Jiujie, do you think the treasure medicine will be in this alchemy room?"

Ye Xuan half-squinted, staring at the alchemy room in the distance, and wondered.

"Possibly."

Zhu Jiujie's expression was grim, and through Ye Xuan's face, he saw some ugly colors and responded.

"Hmm."

Ye Xuan nodded and said in a deep voice: "In this alchemy room, there is a strong man. No, it should be said, enshrined a strong man. ”

"Huh?"

Zhu Jiujie looked puzzled, unable to understand what Ye Xuan said.

"Let's go! It's all here, let's go straight in! ”

Ye Xuan smiled, his eyes were cold, and Zhu Jiujie rushed directly to the alchemy room.

"Squeak!"

The door to the alchemy room was pushed open.

Ye Xuan rode Zhu Jiujie and walked to the alchemy room, and immediately, Ye Xuan's eyes were attracted by the portrait hanging in the alchemy room.

"This portrait?"

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment.

"Knock ......"

The door of the alchemy room was suddenly closed.

Zhu Jiujie quickly turned around and slammed the door a few times with his huge body, but he couldn't open it.

"It's like someone locked up."

Zhu Jiujie said coldly, as if facing a great enemy, he kept a high degree of vigilance.

"It's not a man, it's a god."

Ye Xuan's eyes were as dark as frost and as cold as a blade, staring at the portrait deadly, and said indifferently: "The portraits of people, gods, and women are indeed rare. ”

(End of chapter)