Not long after, the three men in black also fell to the ground and passed out completely.

Xiao Feng leaned over and carefully examined the situation in the four of them, and his expression was slightly puzzled.

This is obviously the sequelae of the forcible means of opening the mind, but this method is very flawed, and it can't give full play to the strength of the innate realm, it is not too much to call it pseudo-congenital, and I don't know which force is so short-sighted, or it is more complicated than I think, this is the failure of some people's experiments, and it is useless, so let them come out and scare people? Then they are really lucky!

Meaning not knowing the smile, Xiao Feng casually pointed to the four of them, then ignored the four of them, turned around and continued to rush in the direction of Niuer Mountain.

......

With the passage of time, the disciples around the Forgotten Worry Lake have rushed to Ten Thousand Poison Island and Niuer Mountain one after another under the leadership of the Tang Sect Elders.

Niuer Mountain, in the dense woods, people shuttle back and forth, forming a complex network.

Hearing the whistling sound, Tang Huanhong couldn't help but secretly scream in his heart: The person who didn't want to come to make trouble was actually for this, so he had to be captured before his strength was restored, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking like this, Tang Huanhong sped up and swept towards the direction of the cave, and he couldn't care about the dozen or so Tang Sect disciples behind him.

......

After cleaning up the mess of the chains, Yang Yongkun stood in front of the cave and took a deep breath. The fresh smell of the trees filled his heart, and he was refreshed, "It's been twenty years!

His eyes suddenly darkened, "Twenty years have passed, and the calculations of the year, now I need you to repay them one by one." ”

At this moment, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the dense forest not far away.

"The old alliance leader Shenwu, welcome the return of the old alliance leader. ”

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of people surnamed Chen in black shouting and snatching out of the dense forest.

A bloodthirsty look flashed instinctively in Yang Yongkun's eyes, and he disappeared in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the group of black-clothed people surnamed Chen had already knelt in front of Yang Yongkun.

It's just that the man surnamed Yi in black only bowed slightly.

"Subordinate Chen Xiao, several people from the Yang family see the old alliance leader. ”

"You ...... Are you Chen Xiaoxiao?" The old man's brows furrowed, although twenty years of being alone did not make the old man crazy, but it made the old man's memory a little dull, and it took him a long time to react.

"Yes. Chen Xiao said excitedly, the old people who followed the old man back then are now all characters who can take charge on their own, and then calmed down again, "Alliance leader, this is not the place to speak. It's better to go back to the main altar first, and then report to the subordinates one by one. The alliance leader has just made a comeback, and his skills have been greatly reduced, if someone from the Tang Sect comes, it is not worth the risk. ”

Yang Yongkun smiled coldly, "If it weren't for the conspiracy of someone back then, what would those old guys be afraid of joining forces with the old man? Now let them be idle for a few days, but some interest still has to be recovered first." ”

Chen Xiao's face turned pale, and then he said loudly: Understood!"

Under the nose of the Poplar League, he had the confidence to trespass into the Tang Sect and return to the Qingyan Knife, and Yang Yongkun's ability back then would naturally not be small. Although the cultivation of the innate six knots cannot be said to be unprecedented in the rivers and lakes, it is also rare in the world. After all, there are only a few well-known innate realm peak masters in this world. And now, although the shape is broken, the foundation of the invincible world back then is still there, and without the restraint of iron chains, there is naturally no problem in dealing with one or two innate realms.

Yang Yongkun was in front, and Chen Xiao, the man surnamed Yi and a group of people in black were behind, and swept towards the bottom of Niuer Mountain.

However, halfway up the mountain, Yang Yongkun suddenly stopped his figure and frowned.

Chen Xiao didn't notice anything abnormal, and couldn't help but look at the old man in front of him suspiciously.

Before he could ask a question, there was already a sound of rustling in the grass everywhere. Chen Xiao looked around, and his face instantly turned like earth.

In the grass, unheard-of poisonous snakes crawled out of the grass spitting snake letters. The fist-sized scorpion slashed a pair of giant pincers and rattled, the hook behind its tail glowing in the moonlight, dangling in the air. There are countless centipedes with chopsticks thickness, standing or lying, and the scalp is numb when you see it. Sweeping through the treetops, brightly colored spiders hang their silk and swing in the air in the wind.

The poison on this island of ten thousand poisons is not trivial, and no matter where it is bitten, it can be fatal.

Chen Xiao was shocked: "Brother Yi, what's going on?"

Where did the man in black with the surname Yi know, he couldn't help but scratch his head irritably. If it is said that it is a trap arranged by the other party in advance, but there is more than one way down the mountain, how can the other party calculate which way to go for a group of people. If it weren't a trap, how did the other party arrange thousands of poisons in such a short period of time? If it was a coincidence, it would be even more strange, there was only one hundred poison arrays on this Ten Thousand Poison Island, and a few people didn't get lost, so naturally they wouldn't have gone there.

Yang Yongkun closed his eyes slightly, his brows gradually furrowed, and his face was solemn.

Because he heard the sound of a few people running in the woods, and at this time the sound of a flute came slowly, from far and near.

The initial speed was slow, low and changeable, and then gradually rapid, and intermittent, although far apart, there was still a majestic momentum that poured into the mountains and seas, and pressed people breathlessly.

Yang Yongkun said with a smile: "It's a good song 'embattled', but Yang thinks that he has no courage to carry the crown, but these poisons can't kill the old man." ”

As he spoke, there was a momentum that looked at the world and spread instantly.

The louder the sound of the flute in the distance, even with the ears of Chen Yi and the others, they could barely hear it.

The sound of the flute turns, and there are short pauses and pauses in the hurry, just like when the two armies are in a decisive battle, there are thousands of troops and horses galloping, corrugated and flying, and the sound of horses' hooves, drums, and swords and crossbows converge.

The poison around them seemed to be under some order, and they launched an attack on the three people in the field in waves.

The venomous snake bared its fangs and catapulted away, all kinds of colorful spiders scattered like flowers, making people unguardable, and the giant scorpion with a cold tail gleaming was slaughtered......

Waves of offensives were offensive and defensive, as if someone was in command, and there was no disorganization at all.

Seeing this, Yang Yongkun took a step forward and waved the two black iron chains in his hand, like a double dragon going out to sea, the momentum was violent, and the poison within the attack range was beaten to the point of flesh and blood, and the blood rain fell all over the sky, dyeing the entire land red.

With a single pick and stab of the silver spear in Chen Xiao's hand, he picked off several sharp-horned pit vipers one after another. It's just that a few black scorpions quickly popped out of his back, but fortunately, the black-clothed man surnamed Yi was quick and slashed with a sword.

Gradually, the tide of battle became stalemate.

Yang Yongkun was unstoppable, Chen Yi and the others were in a group, and the rest of the people in black were also in a triangle back to back, each defending and breaking through.

The encirclement area is getting smaller and smaller, killing a batch, and immediately another batch of poison on the periphery is replenished, and it seems to be tireless.

All kinds of poisonous gases are mixed, all kinds of poisonous insects are densely packed, and the scene is extremely bloody.

When Tang Huanhong arrived, Yang Yongkun and several people had been besieged, and it was difficult to move an inch.

Tang Huanhong couldn't help but be surprised, "With such a big scene, I don't know who has such great magical powers." Even I've seen the exodus who drive birds and beasts not be able to control so many at the same time, it's really rare. Then he gloated a little, "Even if such a fierce attack is changed by himself, he is helpless, he doesn't want to be encountered by this group of people, should I say that these people are honored or unlucky?"

Tang Huanhong was secretly thinking about it, and there were changes in the field.

I saw Yang Yongkun suddenly snort coldly, "Follow close!" Then the two palms of the wind rose strongly, forcing the oncoming snakes to retreat, and rushed straight in one direction.

This island of ten thousand poisons is a place where poisons gather, and no amount of strength in such a big war is in vain. The art of war says: Shoot a man first and shoot a horse, and capture a thief first and capture the king. As long as you go and capture the person who blows the flute, the attack will naturally be self-defeating.

(End of chapter)