The power of thunder is the nemesis of many evil demons.

Therefore, in the face of this kind of strange toxin, Mo Li sacrificed the Divine Sword and Thunder True Technique, the most famous Taoist true method in Qingyun Sect.

At this moment, the power of countless thunderbolts drowned the toxins, and in the light of thunder and lightning in the sky, there was no trace of colorful colors to be seen.

With the spread of the power of thunder, the poison sacrificed by the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect Bag was all annihilated by the blazing flames and violent thunder, and in the blink of an eye, the earth was clear, except for the occasional scorched black on the ground, and the scene of the spread of the poison was never restored.

The old poison god who fled far away suddenly shook his body, but it was the ten thousand poisons that were connected to the heart and soul that were injured and devoured himself, and his person stumbled and fell to the ground, and a large mouthful of blood spit out, and his breath was so weak that he couldn't get up directly!

"Master!"

Seeing this, Fan Xiong, who was following him, hurriedly stepped forward to pick him up and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"Let's go...... Let's go......"

The old poisonous god's breath was weak, and he was secretly afraid of Mo Li's strong horizontal path in his heart, but he still insisted on spitting out these words, and then his head tilted, and he had already fallen into a fainting.

And Fan Xiong, a disciple who had followed him for hundreds of years, did not covet the position of the master of the sect like the original at this moment, and hurriedly took his master and disappeared into the night in the distance.

Viper Valley was full of disciples fleeing for their lives like their master and apprentice, some of them still following closely behind them, and more of them were scurrying around without direction.

Mo Li stood in the air, looking at a multicolored bag in the scorched black, it was the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag, which was cracked by the Divine Sword and Thunder True Trick at this moment, and it was not shallowly injured, and it was covered with scorched black marks, and there were many damages.

He secretly used his spiritual power, and laid down layers of prohibitions to isolate the toxins inside, so he dared to collect it.

After all, it is the treasure of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, and the power is extraordinary, bring it back and repair it, if it is a Qingyun disciple who studies the medical path in the future, it can also be used for one or two.

Thinking like this, his eyes swept sharply over the fleeing people in the Viper Valley, silently feeling the aura left behind by these people, and then the sword light flashed, chasing straight to the west.

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Southwest, on the edge of the Everglades.

The old poison god slowly opened his eyes, as far as he could see, it was a clear and clear sky, and his heart was relieved, it seemed that he had not been caught up by that kid.

"Master, you've finally woken up."

Fan Xiong's voice came from his ears, and the old poison god looked at him with great effort, only to see that the mighty and majestic disciple in the past now had messy hair, disheveled clothes, and his face was full of filth.

He just wanted to speak, but his lips opened slightly, and suddenly, all over his body stinged, and the severe pain made him lose consciousness, and cold sweat came out without money.

In the end, he is old, with the age of the old poison god, in the entire demon sect, there are not a few people of his same age who can be found, it is not far away, but in the past few months, he has suffered a series of battles, and his body has been injured, if it weren't for his profound Taoism and diligent maintenance before, he was afraid that if he took Mo Li's few swords, he would die on the spot!

But now, death is not far away.

Not to mention the remnants of the sword in his body, just the poison invaded by the Ten Thousand Poisons Guizong Bag is extremely tricky, even if he can be forced out by luck, with the thousands of holes in his body, it will definitely not be able to support much time.

Feeling the condition of his body and slowly getting used to the sharp pain, the old poison god gasped and asked, "Is this ...... Where is this? ”

"It's the edge of the Swamp of Death." Fan Xiong said with a sad face: "We escaped all night last night, that kid's ghost is still lingering, there were forty or fifty disciples who fled with us, all of them were killed by him in order to cover the master, and now only nine disciples are left to follow us." ”

"Fortunately, as long as you pass through this death swamp, you will be close to the savage temple......"

When the old poison god heard this, he was also heartbroken, each of these disciples was the strength of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, but now he died in the hands of that kid in vain!

"Mo Li...... Don't leave! ”

He gritted his teeth and let out a low roar.

In addition to this, he could no longer vent the anger in his heart.

Thinking about the first Qingyun, when their four major factions joined forces, they were full of spirit, and then thinking about what happened now, the old poisonous god couldn't help but feel powerless, that kid's Taoism is really too powerful, I'm afraid that he will have no chance of revenge in this life.

No, and the Abyss!

Thinking of the letter raft sent by the Immortal Hall, the old poison god had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

He said urgently, "Hurry up...... Hurry into the swamp, hurry ......, don't ...... Don't wait for that kid to chase after you...... Catching up......"

"But Master, your body ......"

Fan Xiong said with a concerned face, the old poison god is the Dinghai Divine Needle of their Ten Thousand Poison Gate, especially at this moment of life and death, if the old poison god falls and no one controls the overall situation, then it is really hard to say where the Ten Thousand Poison Gate will go.

Don't look at the so-called four major factions to dominate the Demon Sect, however, before the rise of the four major factions, I don't know how many Demon Sect predecessors were once prosperous, but they and their sects were annihilated in the dust of time after all, and now only a few legends remain.

Of course, Fan Xiong didn't want to follow in the footsteps of these predecessors, he wanted to watch his own sect grow and develop wholeheartedly.

"Leave that alone, ...... Run away...... wait...... When we get to the temple, we will talk about other ......," said the old poison god with difficulty.

Seeing that his master insisted on doing so regardless of his body, Fan Xiong could only nod.

At that moment, he gave an order, and a group of Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples hurriedly rushed towards the Great Swamp of Death.

And in less than a quarter of an hour when these people had walked, a crimson sword light had already fallen in front of the camp they had temporarily stationed, revealing Mo Li's figure.

"I ran away again, but I ran pretty fast!"

Looking at the fact that there were still some sparks left in the ashes of the bonfire in the station, Mo Li couldn't help frowning slightly.

After receiving the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect Bag, he chased after the old poison god, but there were ten thousand poison sect disciples who were not afraid of death, and the sight was not good in the night, the old poison god and others relied on their familiarity with the location, so Mo was always half a step late, and watched them flee away.

He looked at the forest in front of him, and saw only the forest in the distance, endless, unable to see the edge at all, and faintly exuding a dark and damp aura, which made people instinctively a little disgusted.

"Is this, the Swamp of Death?" Mo centrifuged his head slightly.

According to the classics, in the west of the vast land of Shenzhou, there are two murderous places. One is the northwest direction, is the endless desolate Gobi, the world calls it "the wild land", its hundreds of years without rain, the climate is extremely dry, occasionally a little oasis, but also mostly occupied by the beasts and fierce creatures, naturally ordinary people enter is a dead end. And in the depths of this wilderness, there is a grand temple, which is the birthplace of the Demon Sect.

And the other murderous place is the southwest direction, which makes the world talk about the huge death swamp that changes color.

The climate here is humid, and it rains seven or eight out of ten days a year, and all kinds of exotic plants grow luxuriantly. This kind of cold and damp place is the favorite place of the world's giant poisonous beasts and poisonous insects, and I don't know how many poisonous insects and beasts, evil demons and demons are entrenched in it.

And here is a unique highly toxic biogas, every rainy day will rise from the rotten soil in the swamp, if people inhale, if there is no proper antidote, within half an hour will be highly poisonous to death. In addition, the bodies of animals, trees and flowers that have been soaked and rotted by rain for thousands of years have turned this place into a dangerous place, and if you take a wrong step, you will be sucked into the bottomless swamp and die miserably.

The Poisonous Snake Valley of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate was adjacent to this death swamp, which was convenient for them to collect poison and cultivate and sharpen their Taoism.

And the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate fled into this place, even if they were inseparable from the Tao, it was not easy to catch up with them.

And once they pass through this swamp of death and enter the wild desert, it will be the home of the Demon Cult, and at that time, it will be even more difficult to catch up with these people.

Mo Li's mind turned, or decided to chase again, if he could kill them on the road in advance, it would be good, if not, follow them to the Savage Temple, it was also Mo Li's original plan, it was nothing more than that the other party had more manpower, more trouble, with Xuanhuo Jian in hand, what was there to be afraid of?

At that moment, his figure flickered, and he disappeared into the swamp of death.

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In the wild desert of the northwest, a series of towering mountains stands.

A large number of palaces and palaces were built on this mountain range, and several of the mountains were directly cut flat like a ghostly axe, and countless palaces were built according to the mountain situation.

And the largest mountain peak is located in a very majestic hall, the black palace wall is solemn and simple, the huge pillar and big window, sitting in the north and facing the south, magnificent atmosphere, incomparably strict.

There is a black plaque on the door beam of that hall, on which are written two large golden characters "Shengming", and the font is strong and powerful.

And in the place of more than 100 zhang away in front of the hall, there is also a high tower, there is a floating wither, carved with several kinds of ancient beasts, at the beginning of the look seems to have Hun Dun, Qi Qi, Han Zhu, gluttony, etc., all support the pillar and go up, fierce and vicious, make people shudder.

This is the holy place that the Demon Sect has passed down from generation to generation, the Savage Temple!

At this moment, just in front of this Demon Sect Temple, under the strange-shaped tower, a large group of people were gathered, all of whom were members of the Demon Sect.

These people not only include the four major factions today, but also the leaders of a number of small and medium-sized branches. Even the Ghost King Sect Suzaku and others who were ordered to go to Beibi Mountain were also impressively listed, as for the other three major factions, the current sect master of the Hehuan Sect and the new hall master of the Immortal Hall, as well as the second disciple of the old poison god of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Cheng Wuya, were all present.

The men stood in front of the tower in unison, silent.

Suddenly, there was a faint ancient song fluttering out from the hall in the distance, like crying and complaining, the wind blew the flags, and the people in the Demon Sect bowed their heads one after another, some silently closed their eyes, and some opened their mouths and sang in a low voice.

The sound, which seemed to have been inherited from ancient times, echoed between heaven and earth, fluttering and stirring, and soaring into the sky.

Standing beside Suzaku, a tall man who was shrouded in black clothes and full of yin qi suddenly took a step forward, raised his hand and picked up a bowl of red blood from the ground, and splashed it directly on the body of the tower.

This person is Mr. Ghost!

The moment the blood melted into the body of the tower, only a roar was heard, and then a beam of light fell from the sky, shining on the spire. The rumbling sound sounded, and the black light on the tower flashed, and then a phantom shadow lit up across the sky, extremely dark, like a netherworld hell, as if one more look, you will fall into the darkness and never be reborn!

"The Abyss!"

Although it was not the first time he had seen this scene, Mr. Ghost, like everyone present, still looked yearning and surprised.

This is the holy land of the Demon Cult, and it is the origin of the Demon Cult.

Three hundred years ago, the sect leader Qiu Wangyu, eight hundred years ago, the black-hearted old man, and even earlier, the figures who led the Demon Sect to the extreme, according to legend, have all stepped into this abyss and got a great opportunity.

No one would have thought that in today's world, after they were severely damaged by the righteous path, this mysterious and unpredictable abyss that had not appeared for three hundred years opened again, giving everyone a hope!

After the black abyss-like phantom appeared, all the people in the Demon Sect present knelt down, and the high-level figures of the four major factions were at the forefront, and with his Dao strength, he couldn't help but shudder, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, silently reciting the ancient scriptures in his mouth, and kneeling down and kowtowing.

A terrible roar suddenly sounded, but from the black abyss-like phantom came a sound like a demon's howl, as if someone was roaring in it, and the sound was extremely fierce and terrifying.

The darkness drummed, flickering with a faint light, as if something was trying to break free from the confinement, and after a while, a black light slowly floated out of it, and as the black light burst out, the shrill roar in the phantom became more and more sharp, and at this moment, from the temple in the distance, there was a strange wave that swept across the yellow sand, like the sun shining into the shadows, and suddenly made all the darkness shrink.

The shriek quickly fell silent, and then the shadow faded until it vanished.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black light, only to see it slowly fall on the spire, revealing the figure inside.

It was a handsome young man in white, with a majestic body, a long body, and a dashing man.

On the top of its head, there is a small black banner quietly suspended, on the small flag, there are many strange symbols depicted, and countless ghosts can be faintly heard roaring, as if there will be a ghost coming out of it at any time, and a burst of yin and fierce aura rushes into the sky, holding a first-class demon treasure!

"Heavenly Demon Banner ......"

Mr. Ghost muttered to himself, giving the man in white a meaningful look.

Subsequently, everyone present, including the high-level lords of the four major factions, all knelt on the ground and shouted: "My subordinates have seen the Holy Sect Master, the Sect Master is invincible, and his longevity is boundless!" ”

The scene is huge, and the sound of shouting and cheering shakes the sky!

If there is a Qingyun disciple here, seeing this scene, I am afraid that I will be shocked to lose my eyeballs, Gain, standing there and being congratulated by the demons, it is the great disciple of Longshou Peak who defected from Qingyun Gate two months ago, Qi Hao!

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ps: I've been recruited, and I'm yang......