"Rebel, I'll kill you!"

The last glimmer of hope was cut off, and the poison god finally couldn't suppress his murderous aura anymore, and the true yuan in his whole body exploded, roaring and rushing towards Mo Wen.

Spanning the world for hundreds of years, enjoying the glory and wealth of this world, and his own longevity is approaching, for the current poison god, what power and prestige are no longer in his heart, and even his own life is not important, the only thing he cares about is the foundation in his hand, the inheritance of the incense of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, but now the good situation has been completely defeated by Mo Wen, and he doesn't even give a trace of life, how can he not be angry?

His right hand stretched out suddenly, and the poison god waved towards Mo Wen, and Zhenyuan came out of his hand, and a huge black palm slapped towards the top of Mo Wen's head.

The giant palm quickly filled the entire hall, and the space seemed to have shrunk a lot, and the black gas on it was swirling, and there was a strange fishy smell, and before the palm power arrived, everyone present felt a little dizzy, obviously there was a poison on it.

Black Devil's Palm, this is the Poison God's kung fu at the bottom of the box, combined with the smelting of hundreds of poisons on the Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra before it can be cultivated, just because the power is too domineering, the various toxins on it are not careful, and it is very easy to backfire on the cultivator itself, so even the Poison God will not use it under normal circumstances, but at this time, he has already started to think desperately, and naturally he has no scruples.

Seeing that the poison god had such extraordinary power as soon as he made a move, everyone present was slightly discolored, and the secret path was worthy of being the longest-lived demon path giant, this kind of cultivation should not be underestimated, Qinglong and others sacrificed magic weapons one after another, and they were about to make a move.

But the next moment, a cold voice came.

"Stop it. The god of poison is mine! ”

The light of the clear light lit up in the temple, and then rapidly expanded, turning into a half-crescent moon in just a moment. Cut the giant palm across the air.

The aftermath landed, and the stone slabs in the main hall actually made a sizzling sound, and they were corroded, forming two long pitch-black scorch marks, and the fishy wind came, and many Demon Sect disciples retreated one after another, with a faint black aura on their faces. Obviously, the aftermath alone made them highly poisonous, and only the Ghost King, Lady Sanmiao and others relied on their profound magic skills and did not retreat. just quietly looked at the figure in white standing in the middle of the trace.

Holding the acacia in his hand, Mo Wen's face turned blue and red, and the poison was dissolved in an instant. looked at the somewhat stunned poison god. He just smiled, "Master, have you forgotten that my talent in the Ten Thousand Poisons True Scripture is higher than yours!" So if you want to kill me, come up with some other skills! ”

Although the understanding of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra may not be high in poison gods, but with the two poisons of the reckless Zhu clam and the Kunlun ice silkworm, Mo Wen is immune to most of the poisonous skills of the poison gods, and the rest can be carried down by cultivation. In other words, the poison god's greatest reliance was abolished in front of Mo Wen. The only thing he can do is his own penance for hundreds of years.

It seems that after figuring out this verse, the face of the poison god became more and more ugly.

But Mo Wen was unforgiving, shook the dagger glowing with clear brilliance in his hand, and sneered: "Oh, but I forgot, Shizun even gave me the magic weapon in his hand, it won't be that the donkey skills are exhausted, and there is nothing that can be taken out!" ”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, looking at the acacia in Mo Wen's hand, the poison god shouted angrily, "The old man can kill you little beast even if he doesn't have a magic weapon!" The whole person turned into a black streamer and rushed towards Mo Wen.

The brilliance of blue, red, and gold circulated on Mo Wen's body, Mo Wen stomped on the ground, and a large piece of stone slab was chopped by him with one foot, and then he used his strength to meet the poison god.

The main hall rumbled, the stone pillars collapsed, the gravel splashed, the colored light and the black light kept colliding, and waves of huge waves swept in the hall.

In the first few rounds, the poison god was still able to rely on his anger and profound skills to hold on, but he soon fell behind, after all, the Ten Thousand Poisons True Scripture mainly won with weird and ruthless and poisonous control, and there was no doubt that there was a congenital weakness in the fighting methods of the Mo Wen Tai Chi Qing Xuan Dao and the Great Brahma Prajna.

I saw that after a few rounds, Mo Wen's body glowed with golden light, and his whole leg was like a golden razor and slammed towards the poison god, directly shattering the layer of black true yuan, and then kicked the poison god's side waist fiercely.

"Wow!"

The poison god spurted out a mouthful of blood violently, and the whole person flew upside down like a cannonball, knocking down a few stone pillars before stopping, but before he could stand up, another wind struck, and Mo Wen appeared in front of him again, kicking out again.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the entire hall shook, and the whole person of the poison god was actually embedded in the wall, and the wall that had been reinforced with an unknown number of layers of formation prohibition began to crack slowly.

"Ahem!"

Coughing up blood in his mouth, looking at the young man who was walking step by step, a trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the poison god, and his hand reached for an inconspicuous cloth bag around his waist.

The acacia in his hand was whispering, looking at the dusty figure, the corner of Mo Wen's mouth showed a happy smile.

As if stung by this smile, the poison god staggered to his feet and glared at Mo Wen viciously.

"Rebel, do you think you won, let you see the treasure of my Ten Thousand Poison Gate today!"

With that, he slammed the bag open, and the mouth of the bag was aimed at Mo Wen.

Buzzing, only to hear a sound like ocean waves, the mouth of the cloth bag suddenly enlarged, and a black torrent erupted from it.

Countless poisonous insects and poisonous substances swarmed out, spiders, centipedes, toads, poisonous bees, poisonous snakes, almost as long as the types of poison that could be said were among them, and they pounced towards Mo Wen with teeth and claws, looking at it from a distance, like black waves.

"Death, rebel! You forced me to do this! ”

Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect Bag, the treasure of the town gate of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, and the "Fulong Ding" of the Ghost King Sect, the "Blood Devouring Bead" of the Blood Refining Hall and the "Hehuan Bell" of the Hehuan Sect are known as the four great treasures of the Demon Sect, and they are born with the ability to contain all kinds of poisons and cultivate highly poisonous things.

Usually, the disciples in the sect catch poison and put it into the bag for cultivation, but it is rarely used against the enemy, first, it is not easy to collect poison, instead of using it against the enemy, it is better to let them fight each other to cultivate more poisonous things; Second, it is not easy for ten thousand poisons to return to the sect, and most of the time when facing the enemy, they are not divided between the enemy and the enemy, and the various poisons in it will not let them go because of the identity of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"Not good!"

Looking at the black and oppressed piece of poison, everyone's faces changed.

The black torrent directly swept Mo Wen at the front into it, and then rushed towards everyone unabated.

There was a muffled sound, and I saw that in the Valley of the Viper, the grand hall, the gate was like a fallen hill, and suddenly a black torrent erupted, and after reaching the outside, it scattered again, some flew in the sky, some ran on the ground, and finally covered the whole heaven and earth.

Screaming and wailing, figures rushed out of the main hall one by one, looking in horror at the endless sea of poison.

And in this sea of poison, a figure flew out quickly and flew towards the outside of the valley.

Looking at the panicked disciples of the three factions behind him with resentment, the poison god cursed in a low voice: "Rebel, ghost king, you wait for me, the old man will not give up like this, I will definitely come back!" ”

But suddenly there was a cold voice in the air.

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

The next moment, thunder roared in the sky. (To be continued......)

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