Chapter 10: Wrath
At the entrance of the tomb, Thorn escaped with some embarrassment.
"Damn, are the little kids on the rookie list so fierce now?"
I saw Jun Luochen, who was holding a sword behind him, chasing him out like a madman.
Jun Luochen said angrily: "Dog thief, return me to the palm of creation"
Before Thorn could speak, an extremely pleasant voice sounded.
"Your Creation Palm, your young age is not small!"
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden appeared in front of the two of them like a ghost with Zhao Wushuang in her hand.
Jun Luochen just glanced at the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden lightly, and didn't take it seriously.
And the thorns were stunned in place.
His mouth trembled slightly, "You... Why are you here?"
Jun Luochen's eyes burst out with a cold light, "Who is the person who can make Thorn so nervous?" His hand gripping the sword tightened slightly, and he no longer dared to underestimate the masked woman.
"Yo, you're a great kid, hand it over!" said the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden as she gently flicked the slender fingers of her left hand.
Jing Thorn smiled bitterly, and after a long ideological struggle, he reluctantly threw a black ancient book to the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden.
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden smiled faintly and said, "Count you as acquaintances!"
Jun Luochen on the side saw the ancient book appear, and he couldn't hold back his greedy heart anymore.
I saw him kick his feet violently, holding a sword and slashing towards the Ten Thousand Poisonous Demon Maiden.
Jing Thorn was stunned when he saw this, and secretly gave a thumbs up.
When the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden saw that Jun Luochen attacking, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she was a little sarcastic.
A black light flashed, Jun Luochen's sword left his hand, and he spat blood and flew away.
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden grabbed the gentleman's sword and skimmed the sword.
"Hehe! Today, for your master's sake, I will spare your life. β
Before the words fell, the Ten Thousand Poisonous Demon Maiden floated away.
Jing Thorn looked at Jun Luochen and said secretly: "Forget it! I still can't provoke Baili Haoran!"
When a group of people came out, they only saw Jun Luochen lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Xue Zhan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "That dark demon is so fierce! Even our gentleman's sword has been beaten down." β
Mu Qinghe on the side pondered slightly: "It's not the dark demon's doing!" His injury was obviously fainted by someone with a palm, although the dark demon is strong, it is impossible to beat Jun Luochen with one move. β
Shangguan Ziyan said: "Then who could do it?"
"I don't know! At least there should be the strength of the top ten on the extraordinary list!"
Xue Zhan laughed and said, "It doesn't matter who he is! Anyway, I'm much more comfortable here!"
Tang Mo sighed softly: "Grab and grab, in the end, the bamboo basket is empty!"
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Three hundred miles outside Gusu, there is a lonely mountain, the mountain name is Ten Thousand Poison Mountain, it is said that the poisonous insects on the mountain are born, and few people dare to go up the mountain.
At the peak of Ten Thousand Poison Mountain, when Zhao Wushuang woke up, he found that he was in a stone cave, the stone cave was very spacious, but what made him disgusted was that there was a huge pit in the middle of the stone cave, and the pit was densely packed with snakes, centipedes and other highly poisonous things.
And at this moment, Zhao Wushuang was lying next to the pothole.
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden in the distance giggled, "How is it?"
Zhao Wushuang stood up and patted the dust off his body, his brow furrowed, because the white clothes on his body were covered in mud and tatters, which made him a little annoyed.
He asked coldly, "Where's my sword?"
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden sat on a stone seat and said casually: "That sword is good, it should be able to enter the list of divine soldiers, in the hands of your kid, it is really a waste of it, or let this seat quench it into a sword of ten thousand poisons to show its power!"
"Give it back to me?" Zhao Wushuang's cold demonic qi slowly overflowed.
He thought of the scene when his master and sister handed him the Ink Scale Sword.
"Shuang'er, the name of this sword is Ink Scale! It was forged by Master who found a piece of Ink Jade Qilin at the bottom of the North Scale Sword Pond in his early years, and asked Master Xu, the Great Sword Master, to integrate it into my cold iron. β
"Xu Shi once said that this sword can absorb the cold air of the world, and has the strength of the top ten on the list of divine soldiers, but this sword has not yet been born, and the people of the world do not know, today the teacher will give it to you, you have to treat it well, you must know that a swordsman, the sword in his hand is his partner!"
When Zhao Wushuang took the ink scales, he was ecstatic, he liked this sword so much, the ink scales seemed to be able to feel the little master's intentions, and the sound of the dragon roaring lingered in the empty valley for a long time.
Feeling Zhao Wushuang's killing intent, the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden laughed and said, "Yo yo yo! The little brother is angry! It's so cute, my sister likes it!"
Zhao Wushuang looked at the masked face of the ten thousand poisonous demon girl and said a little weirdly: "How old are you, and you still come to pretend to be tender? I guess you can be my grandmother!"
The expression of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden's laughter instantly froze.
Zhao Wushuang's words were like a sharp sword stuck in the heart of the Ten Thousand Poisonous Demon Maiden.
In an instant, she appeared on Zhao Wushuang's body, and gently slapped out with a palm, Zhao Wushuang instantly fell to the ground, and the true qi in her body dispersed.
Zhao Wushuang once again felt the horror of this poisonous skill.
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Maiden put her hands behind her back and said, "I wanted to keep you for a few more days, but since you insist on looking for death, then I will fulfill you." β
She pointed to the huge pit next to Zhao Wushuang and said, "Do you know how many bones there are underneath?"
Mo Wushuang was silent.
She continued: "Three hundred and sixty!
"In two days, when you are in this seat to cultivate the Transformation Palm, you will also become a part of it!"
"Enjoy the fresh air for these two days!"
After that, she waved her hand and said, "Take him out, if he dares to escape, break his legs first!"
"Yes!
Outside the cave, two identical-looking women dragged Zhao Wushuang out.
Outside the cave, white mist surrounded the mountain peaks, and gusts of breeze blew, making Zhao Wushuang feel a lot more comfortable.
The two women took Zhao Wushuang to a bamboo building.
One of the women: "Stay inside, be honest! If you dare to take half a step out of the bamboo building, we will break your legs!"
Although Zhao Wushuang had no true qi at this time, he could feel that these two women were very strong, at least with the same strength as Wan'er.
Thinking of Wan'er, he sighed lightly: "I don't know what happened to Wan'er, I hope it's okay!"
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In the Fengyue Building, Wan'er was writing a letter.
Master:
Wan'er is incompetent! When the young master and I were quietly guarding the Great Creation Transformation Palm in Luofeng Mountain, we were attacked by the Ten Thousand Poisonous Demon Girl, and the Young Master was snatched away by the demon girl. Wan'er is incompetent and fails to protect the young master, and Wan'er is willing to be punished by the sect master!
When the sect master receives Wan'er's letter, he can rescue the young master quickly, Wan'er is afraid that the ten thousand poisonous demon girls will poison her, Wan'er and Bai Yutan are waiting for the sect master to send them in Gusu City!"
ββββ sinner Wan'er
After writing the letter, Wan'er handed it to the Bai Yutan lord on the side.
"I hope that the lord of Bai Tan will send it with the fastest carrier pigeon"
Bai Yulan sighed slightly: "This doesn't need to be ordered by the left envoy, but Bai is afraid that it will be difficult for Bai to escape the sect leader's questioning!"
Wan'er said: "Lord Bai Tan doesn't need to blame himself, I am the young master's sword attendant, and I can't protect the young master, the responsibility for this matter lies with me!
Bai Yulan shook her head and said: "The left envoy is serious, no matter what, the young master has an accident on my territory, and the responsibility lies with me!"
"The left envoy also please rest assured to heal the wounds, the demon girl's poisonous skills are strangely tight, although it does not hurt the meridians, but the true qi that has been absorbed in a short period of time may be difficult to recover. β
After Magnolia left, Wan'er sat cross-legged on the ground, and her heart was really anxious.
"Childe, there can't be anything!"
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In the Western Regions, in the main hall of the Youtan Sect, a woman in black sat on the throne at the highest point in the hall, the woman should be less than thirty years old, her palm-sized little face, with a pair of sleeping phoenix eyes, the inner and outer corners of the eyes are very flat, the upper and lower eye lines are slender, the eyebrows are like green feathers, and the muscles are like snow. Coupled with a lazy expression, she looked like a half-sleeping sleeping beauty, who was none other than Mo Linglong, the youngest sect leader in the history of the Youtan Sect.
Below the main hall, dozens of people stood respectfully in two rows.
One of them said: "Back to the sect master, all the details of the thirty-two rudder masters of my sect have been investigated in recent years. β
Mo Linglong said softly, "How?"
He said hesitantly: "Muslim master, except for the Ziyu rudder and the Xiyue rudder, the rest are..."
Mo Linglong's phoenix eyes were slightly cold.
"How's it going?"
The man swallowed his saliva lightly, and he said loudly: "The rest are all colluding with the old thieves of the Northern Underworld, among them, Qiu Shui Rudder Qiu Shuiming, who was killed by the young master, is even more blatant in collecting money from all over the world and the Northern Underworld. β
The man paused, and seeing that Mo Linglong had no expression, he continued: "Since the old thief of the Northern Hell led the Youtan Sect, my sect is no longer the head of the twelve sects, and he whispered to the Dark Moon Sect, making my sect disciples unable to raise their heads in the twelve sects. β
On the high seat, Mo Linglong said coldly: "Since this is the case, what should happen to these thirty rudder masters?"
The crowd was silent.
I saw her look around, and all the members of the sect who looked at her bowed their heads.
She said slowly: "Pass on my holy order! Except for the Ziyu rudder and the Xiyue rudder, the other thirty rudder masters colluded with outsiders to slander the name of our holy sect and follow the canons of my sect. β
"Whenβkill!"
The people below the hall were terrified.
One of them, a middle-aged man with gray temples, arched his hand and said, "Sect Leader think twice! Now that my teaching is the time to employ people, I am willing to dare to intercede for them!"
Mo Linglong's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
At this moment, a congregant with an envelope in hand came quickly.
He was also shocked when he saw everyone in the hall, but he couldn't care about so much.
He ran to the front and knelt down and said: "Back to the sect leader, my subordinates have just received an urgent secret letter, the letter is from Bai Yutan, the above 100,000 are urgent, and the subordinates have the courage to disturb the sect master." β
The man respectfully held the letter above his head, only to see the envelope above: "One hundred thousand urgent, the sect leader himself opens!"
Mo Linglong said lightly: "Bai Yutan?"
Then she seemed to think of something, and her slender hand sucked it in, and the envelope instantly reached her hand.
Tearing open the envelope, she glanced lightly, and after just one glance, the entire hall was like snowfall in June, and everyone was covered in hair, and an almost condensed murderous aura enveloped everyone.
Ling Xiao, who was about to speak, was also sweating lightly at this time, and kept silent.
I saw Mo Linglong on the high seat suddenly raise her head and said, "Ling Xiao!"
"The subordinates are here!" Ling Xiao arched his hand.
"Gather all the masters of the sect outside, the Seven Tan Masters, the Twelve Dharma Protectors, the Thirty-two Helmsmen, and you, come with me to the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain!"
Ling Xiao was stunned, "What's the matter? Do you want to destroy the Thirty Helm Lord? No, why did the Thirty Helm Master go to the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain?"
"Dare to ask the sect leader what he wants to go to the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain, as far as I know, the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain is the lair of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Girl!"
Mo Linglong's face was as cold as ice and said: "This seat is to destroy her Ten Thousand Poison Mountain and behead that slut!"
Ling Xiao was shocked: "Sect Master, no, that Ten Thousand Poisonous Demon Girl is very strong, and Ten Thousand Poisonous Mountain is even more dangerous!"
"Presumptuous! This seat is the sect leader!"
Ling Xiao immediately arched his hand and said, "My subordinates don't dare!"
"My Shuang'er, the young master of my Youtan Sect, was taken away by that demon girl, what do you say?" Mo Linglong's phoenix eyes narrowed into a dangerous long line.
Everyone did not hesitate to say: "Kill!"
Mo Linglong waved her hand: "Okay! Except for the people I just said, the rest of the people stayed in the sect, and told the thirty helmsmen that this time this time this seat gave them a chance to make amends, whether they could grasp it depends on themselves!"
Everyone bent down and said, "Obey the Lord's decree!"
On this day, one of the twelve sects in the Western Regions, the Youtan Sect, set out from the sect leader to the hall master to move to the Central Plains Ten Thousand Poison Mountain.
For a while, the situation changed, and all the forces on the rivers and lakes were paying attention to this approaching bloody storm.