Shangguan Ce and Fa Xiang were busy escorting the Great Wizard and others to evacuate, and Li Qingyun plunged into the vast southern frontier to find the existence of the beast god.

It's just that Southern Xinjiang is so big, and the whereabouts of the beast god are erratic, and the other party doesn't seem to have any fixed goals, just where to think and go, for Li Qingyun, who is not familiar with the terrain of southern Xinjiang, there is no doubt that he is looking for a needle in a haystack.

Half a month has passed, and the beast god has not been found, but the footsteps of others have already stepped into the Central Plains.

Moreover, the current beast god is completely powerful, almost controlling all the beasts and demon beasts in southern Xinjiang, and there are countless alien races, and the blood flows like a river everywhere he passes, and for a time the whole world trembles, surging in Qingyun Mountain.

In the face of the inexhaustible tide of beasts, Li Qingyun did not continue to search like a headless fly, but quickly returned to Qingyunmen, he knew that no matter what the beast god wanted to do, he couldn't get around Qingyunmen, as long as he returned to Qingyunmen, they would always have a time to meet.

Moreover, with the inheritance of the five clans in Southern Xinjiang, he has no energy to learn the witchcraft above for the time being, but the cultivation of the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array is imminent.

The Zhuxian Sword Array has unparalleled killing power, but the beast god claims to be immortal and indestructible, and Li Qingyun can't guarantee that the Zhuxian Sword Array can destroy him.

When the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array can clearly seal the other party, Li Qingyun still has to learn.

Li Qingyun was returning to the mountain, and the three major sects of the righteous path and countless minor cultivation sects were discussing how to deal with this great tribulation that had not been seen for a thousand years.

In the Demon Sect, it was the other side of the story.

The main altar of the Demon Sect's Ten Thousand Poison Gate is located in a place called the Valley of the Vipers 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 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 Demon Sect, with the death of the old sect master Poison God Old Man, around the inheritance of the new door master, the Ten Thousand Poison Gate has become a mess, 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 the official heir status was Qin Wuyan, the closed disciple of the Poison God, 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 Poison God's last life.

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 easily left in the hands of Li Qingyun, which made the Demon Sect suspicious and made him spend a long time in colored eyes.

Fortunately, with his operation, more people chose to believe that he really had the strength to leave Li Qingyun's men, which in turn achieved his prestige in the Demon Sect, and thus won the support of many people.

However, Qin Wuyan was not stupid, he didn't jump out in a hurry, everything was going on silently in secret.

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, only to find that this little junior brother who was originally the most jealous had passed on the position of the door master on the grounds of not being trusted, and he himself even said that he didn't want to sit in this position at all, and handed over the seal of the head of the sect on the spot, and put it in front of the poison god spirit position, indicating that only those who became the door master could get it, and the alliance of the three poison god heirs 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 vampire old demon who had the hatred of being a murderer with Li Qingyun back then stood behind his friend Duanmu Ancestor, standing 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 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 people 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 box with four characters written on it

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 finished kowtowing, 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 fierce face and a fierce expression, suddenly snorted coldly, took a step, 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 when he is dying, where will it be your turn?

Fan Xiong's eyes flashed with ferocity, Huo Di turned his head to look at Qin Wuyan, Qin Wuyan didn't raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Three senior brothers, when you just came back, I immediately handed over the seal letter, and explained that I was not interested in this position. You started earlier than me, and the people are higher than me, so naturally you should sit in this seat, the 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 moment, Fan Xionghuo turned around and strode out of the mourning hall, and a large number of people followed him out. Cheng Wuya and Duan Rushan then also walked out with the people and horses, and on the top of the mourning hall, only Qin Wuyan was soon left alone kneeling 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.

The night gradually darkened, and the Viper Valley, which had been immersed in the invisible tension for a whole day, seemed to slowly fall into a deep sleep, and the dim lights slowly went out, except for the cold and lonely mourning hall.

The door of the mourning hall was still open, and the cold night breeze blew through, blowing the candles that were still burning on the mourning hall to the light and extinguish, casting strange shadows on the ground. In the distance outside the door, in the silence, there seemed to be some voice whispering, like crying, like chuckling, and it seemed to be the sound of the wind blowing the trees, which made people not really hear, and only felt a little chill in their hearts.

From the few candles on the mourning hall that were still lingering to the light outside the house, there was still a faint mist outside the house at night in this valley, like light smoke, floating in the darkness and shadows, changing various shapes.

And above the mourning hall, there is still only one person who keeps watch all night, Qin Wuyan.

He still knelt before the spirit, his head bowed, his eyes wandering, as if he were looking at some unknown place. The copper basin in front of him was already full of burnt paper money turned into black paper ashes, fluttering with the night wind blowing in from time to time, and occasionally one or two pieces of scattered paper ashes were blown by the wind, leaving the copper basin, slowly floating in the room, and then most of them quietly fell back on the offering table in front of the coffin, and fell on the three animal plates that were enshrined.

In the dark, but there is still a pair of eyes, looking at all this?