At this time, the sun sets, and the insects and birds chirp gradually on this wilderness mountain road.

As soon as the laughter fell, a short black shadow jumped from the canopy not far away and landed in front of everyone, this person was the Western Regions Poison Saint.

More than ten big men jumped out of the surrounding grass, and everyone held blades and hemp ropes around them.

It turned out that the Western Regions Poison Saint, taking advantage of the Xuanzhen Daoist and Ouyang Guqing's hand, led people to lurk, and placed the sad crisp incense medicine bottle on the ground around him, and the poisonous gas immediately dispersed and floated to everyone's noses.

"Hahaha......

You have been caught by the fragrance of my sorrow, and you are unable to move at this time, like fish on a chopping board. Xuan Zhen Lao'er quickly handed over the cheats, maybe he could leave you a whole corpse. The Western Regions Poison Saint laughed.

Xuanzhen Taoist people listen to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the sad and fragrant people, the limbs are sore and soft and can not move, and the toxins are collected in the meridians, if the internal strength is forcibly lifted, the poisoning will be deeper, the light will be paralyzed, and the heavy will die on the spot, this poisonous rivers and lakes is very rare, but I never expected that today I will also suffer from this strange poison.

"There is no antidote, and you must not force your luck. "Xuan Zhen Dao.

At the moment, I will tell you about this sad crispy fragrance and strange poison, except for Ouyang Guqing, the rest of the Wuyue Sword Sect heard that their faces were full of horror, although the disciples of the Shangqing Sect had heard of this poison, they did not expect that the sad crispy fragrance was so powerful.

"Thief in the Western Regions, what kind of hero are you who make that despicable and obscene method? It will only make fellow martial artists laugh, and there is a kind of sword and gun to compete with Uncle Xuanzhen!" Zhang Zhizhi scolded.

"When you die, you still have a hard mouth, and you don't want to suffer a little, how do you know the methods of the Poison Saint!" said the Poison Saint of the Western Regions with angry eyes.

I saw that between his fingers, several silver needles shot out, instantly hitting Zhang Zhishan's body.

"Ah...... You wicked thief... After all, it is not good to die... Yes... Hahaha......"

The poison of the silver needle in Zhang Zhishan's handle couldn't help but let out a miserable howl, and at this time, the internal organs in his body were like countless insects and ants gnawing at them, and the severe pain was hard to itch!

Ouyang Guqing was calm and calm before, but when he saw the expression of the Puritan disciple in front of him, he was very miserable and painful, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"What kind of vicious methods do you have to use against me, why do you embarrass the other disciples of the Puritan Sect?" Xuan Zhen said angrily, he regretted seeing Zhang Zhizhi being tortured by this.

"My Wuyue Sword Sect doesn't have a relationship with your Western Regions Poison Saint, why did you poison my sect disciple?"

"Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the Wuyue Sword Sect is friendly with the Shangqing Sect, today I captured the people of the Shangqing Sect, if I detoxify you, maybe the Wuyue Sword Sect will help this group of stinky Dao. "The Western Regions Poison Holy Dao.

The Western Regions Poison Sage squinted at the people of the Upper Puritans, ran to the Xuanzhen Daoist, touched his hands up and down several times, and there was nothing else except a skinny body, and turned around and searched Bai Jiyu, Zhao Bo, and Zhang Zhizhi several times, except for a few swords, not even a piece of jewelry.

"Hey, it's strange! how can there be no cheats?" the Western Regions Poison Saint muttered to himself.

Since the Liangyi Heart Sutra appeared in the Dadu Palace two years ago, everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that if you learn the content of this supreme martial arts, you will be invincible in the world in martial arts, and you can be the leader of the martial arts alliance at your fingertips.

Although the Poison Saint of the Western Regions has been in the Dadu Palace for more than a few years, he has never seen a real thing, and the Heart Dao is a scroll with martial arts content written on it. Unexpectedly, he scratched his head and couldn't imagine that the two Yi Heart Sutras were written on a soft cloth and hidden in the bronze hilt of Zhao Bo's waist.

"Haha......

That cheat may be swallowed by your junior brother alone, and you won't be able to find it even if you dig three feet into the ground. Zhao Bo said with a smile, he saw that the Western Regions Poison Saint had not found the cheats, and his face showed a look of frustration.

At this time, the moon is rising, and the vision in the wilderness mountain road is getting darker and darker.

The Western Regions Poison Sacred Heart said, "Could it be that the secret book is in Li Qingfeng's hands, and it may not be there, but the disciples of the Shangqing Sect in front of him are strong in martial arts, and it is a big hidden disaster after all, and at this time, the Liangyi Heart Sutra has not yet arrived, and this group of stinky Dao cannot be killed." ”

Thinking that this road is in the direction of Puritanism, there are many people who come and go, if you encounter a good sect in the martial arts and the Puritanism, see that I have captured this group of stinky roads, I will definitely save each other, this is a tricky problem.

"Come on, tie up this group of stinky roads and bring them back to be tortured. "The Western Regions Poison Holy Dao.

More than ten big men walked forward one after another, took out the wrist thick hemp rope prepared in advance, and tied everyone's feet and hands firmly. At this time, there were more than ten disciples of the Shangqing Sect and the Wuyue Sword Sect, and it was quite difficult to bring them all back.

Half a thought.

Suddenly, the figure swept sharply, and waved the folding fan in his hand and knocked it towards the disciple of the Wuyue Sword Sect. But when he heard a few muffled snorts, the rest of the disciples except Ouyang Guqing were all seriously wounded and vomited blood.

The Western Regions Poison Saint made a ruthless move, and everyone present was shocked, Ouyang Guqing roared angrily: "As long as I live for one day, you thief, I will definitely break your body into thousands of pieces and cut you with a thousand knives." ”

"Come on, throw this Xuanzhen Lao'er and the three disciples of the Shangqing Sect on horseback, as well as this person from the Wuyue Sword Sect. The Western Regions Poison Saint commanded.

The bright moon hung high, but when a horse's hooves were heard, the people of the Western Regions Poison Saints carried five people to ride their horses in the direction of Beiping Mansion.

Lu Shiyan was at the waterhole before, filled the kettle with Qing, and was about to rush back, but the sky was getting dark, and she lost her way on the way back.

But seeing that several people fell to the ground on the spot, his face was frightened and he hurriedly rushed forward, and investigated all the people under Uncle Gu Qing, all of whom were seriously injured and unconscious, and looked around, the Puritan disciples and Uncle Gu Qing were gone, and a thought burst out in his heart, "Could it be that the Puritan people killed everyone and robbed Uncle Guqing?"

Lu ...... Senior Sister Lu!"

A faint shout came, Lu Shiyan ran over to help the man up, only to see that he was dying, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and it was obvious that the person who shot was very strong in martial arts.

Lu Shiyan leaned over and listened to the disciple again: "Senior Sister Lu...... That... Western Regions Poison... The poison saint arrested his uncle and the disciples of the Upper Puritanism...... Go there...... That..."

The disciple couldn't swallow it and died, and when his fingers fell, he was still pointing in the direction of Beiping Mansion.

Lu Shiyan thought of the tragic death of everyone in the Wuyue Sword Sect and the arrest of her uncle, and her heart was heartbroken, and she couldn't help crying! At this time, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, there were bursts of women's cries in this barren mountain range, and there was a faint creep.

Lu Shiyan's eyes were red and swollen after crying for a long time, and she felt very tired, and said in her heart, "I can't give up on myself, my uncle has not been rescued by the Western Regions Poison Sanctuary, and the revenge of the disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect has not yet been avenged, and I still need to go back to tell the master where the enemy is."

Thinking of this, he felt refreshed, wiped away his tears, got up and wanted to leave here, looking around for the horses he didn't see, and then he had to take advantage of the night to follow the mountain road and run straight towards the Wuyue Sword Sect.