Bodhi Village, after a baptism of blood, has gone into decline, and only a few old people who miss the old refuse to leave.

Yuan Qi opened his eyes and found himself lying on a familiar bed, a woman, covered in a frosty color, holding a bowl of decoction in her hand, was walking here.

Yuan Qi wanted to sit up, but the bones in his body seemed to be broken, and he didn't listen to the call.

Ning Xin's face was bright, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Your muscles and veins are broken, and you may have to lie in bed for the rest of your life!"

"Demon ...... Female...!" Yuan Qi sweated on his forehead, his mouth trembled, and he spit out these two words with difficulty.

"Hehe!" Ning Xin was not angry, and suddenly stared at Yuan Qi seriously, and asked solemnly, "You said that a person, if he is like this all his life, what else can he do?"

"Kill.. Finish.. I.. Bar ... Yuan Qi closed his eyes, and now it takes a lot of effort for him to say one more word.

"Okay!" Ning Xin gently put down the decoction, the golden light flashed in his hand, and a dagger was placed across Yuan Qi's neck, and said lightly, "I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill Wan Ting!"

Yuan Qi opened his eyes again and stared at Ning Xin angrily.

Ning Xin looked at him, his smart eyes, and the boss of the earnings, and slowly approached Yuan Qi: "Then I'm killing the withered and Mo Li!" ”

"You!" The sound of heavy breathing came, Yuan Qi's emotions skyrocketed, and he stared at Ning Xin angrily, if his eyes could kill, then the woman in front of him had died ten thousand times.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ning Xin clapped his hands, "It's this kind of anger, a person who is bent on death, he always has to be a little angry to live well!"

"That's right!" Ning Xin said again, "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first!"

"What, listen to the bad news first!" Ning Xin looked at Yuan Qi with an expressionless face, and chose to herself, "The bad news is that not only are your muscles and veins broken, but your Dao foundation has also been completely destroyed, and you may not be able to cultivate in this life!"

"But fortunately!" Ning Xin picked up the bowl of soup again, "With my special medicine in the Western Regions, in less than three days, you can barely go to the ground!"

Ning Xin helped Yuan Qi to sit on the bed, holding the decoction in his hand, and under Yuan Qi's gaze, he fed it one bite at a time.

"This person! As long as he lives, he is stronger than anything else!" Ning Xin blew the soup medicine and fed Yuan Qi, "I still have soup in the pot, after drinking this bowl of medicine, you are drinking some hot soup, and then sleep well, after waking up, you will be much better!"

"Why?" Yuan Qi looked at Ning Xin.

"Nothing!" Ning Xin lowered his head and mixed the remaining decoction spoonful by spoonful, "I don't like to owe favors to others the most, you saved me in Penglai, and now I just repay your favors!"

Yuan Qi looked at Ning Xin, and his gaze gradually softened. However, the warmth was always short-lived, and suddenly a mouthful of blood unconsciously spurted out of Yuan Qi's mouth.

"What's wrong?" Ning Xin's face changed, and he looked at the black blood on the ground, "When were you poisoned?"

Yuan Qi shook his head.

"No, it's impossible for Master to poison you!" Ning Xin frowned, "Tell me, who poisoned you!"

Yuan Qi was still silent.

"Colorless and tasteless, even I have hidden it!" Ning Xin stood up and pondered, "Such a clever poison, only that old guy from the poison god has this ability!"

"Is it a poison god?" Ning Xin asked.

"Let's go!" A hoarse voice came, a mouthful of poisonous blood spurted out, Yuan Qi found that he seemed to be able to say a few words, "Now I think I am a waste, I just want to be quiet, as for this poison, let it be kept!"

Ning Xin stretched out his right hand and forcibly caught Yuan Qi's pulse, and a touch of murderous intent appeared on his face: "You take care of it here, I will definitely help you get the antidote back!"

In Mingshan, countless demon disciples gathered at the gate of the Hall of Immortality, and the rolling demonic qi filled the entire sky, forming a strong killing aura.

Ning Tu and Poison Torture stood on the high platform in front of them, with one command after another in their hands, all of which indicated that the Demon Sect was going to make big moves in the near future.

"Brothers, for a long time, we have been oppressed by those who think they are famous and upright headed by Qingcheng, ten years ago, our sect leader Emperor Tianming was besieged to death by these despicable villains, and today it is finally time for us to take revenge!"

"Don't destroy Qingcheng, swear not to give up, swear not to give up......!" Countless demons shouted, and the rolling sound waves resounded in the sky!

In the distance of the sky, a touch of dark blue, approaching quickly, Ning Tu raised his head, stared for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Senior sister, where have you been!" Ning Tu said, "Master is looking for you everywhere, and now you are in the study?"

Ning Xin glanced at the poison torture indifferently, then looked at the countless demons around him, and said, "What happened, gathering so many people?"

"Today, Master suddenly ordered that he would attack Qingcheng Gate in a big way in the near future!" Ning Tu said.

"Attack Qingcheng, isn't it to occupy Penglai?" Ning Xin wondered.

"I don't know what Master thinks!" Ning Tu looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, Master has been a little weird these days, he has killed more than a dozen people in a row, you must be careful, don't anger him!"

"More than a dozen people!" Ning Xin frowned, "Okay, senior brother, I know, then I'll go and see first!"

Ning Xin walked into the Hall of Immortality and glanced back at the ghost eyes, the ghostly light on her body flashed, and the figure of the Eight Treasures quickly appeared.

"Babao, follow the poison for me!" Ning Xin commanded.

"Goo-goo!" Eight Treasure nodded, quickly melting into the void.

Halloween's study, located at the back of the main hall, where countless books are displayed, Ning Xin walked in it, feeling the bursts of ghost energy in the Taoist study, her face became very ugly, you don't have to think about it, you know, the ghost is also here.

"Master!" said Ning Xin.

In front of Wan Sheng, a huge white paper was lined up on the table, and he was writing carefully with pen marks in his hand.

"Xin'er, you come back and pull!" Wan Sheng glanced up at Ning Xin, and slowly traced the last stroke, "You came just in time, come and see how it is written for the teacher!"

Ning Xin stepped forward, and on the desk, the three big characters "Halloween Gate" were neatly lined up there.

Ning Xin stared at the three big characters on the desk, thought a lot, and was speechless for a long time.

"Good words, good words!" The ghost on the side, clapping his palms, stared at the three big characters, and read, "Ten Thousand Saints, between the lines reveals a clever and domineering spirit, including the saints and ghosts in the world one by one, the master of the door is vigorous and powerful, and has the ambition of Qingyun!"

"Qingyun Zhizhi!" Wan Sheng's voice was flat, and there was no happiness on his face, "Mr. has won the award! Xin'er, what do you think?"

"Master, isn't it too early!" Ning Xin raised his head and looked directly into Wan Sheng's eyes, "Now is the critical juncture, Master is doing this, I'm afraid it will shake people's hearts!"

"Hearts?" asked All Saints, "whose hearts?"

"Poison God!" Ning Xin lightly spat out a name.

"Hehe, I think the hall master is too worried!" Ghost Mu smiled, "Although the power of the poison god is far inferior to the door master, he has long been planning to set up another sect in his heart!

"But, Master, have you ever thought that once you set up your own door at this time, the poisonous god will inevitably be dissatisfied, and it will inevitably be dissatisfied!" Ning Xin persuaded.

"At least for now, he can't make any waves!" "Sect Master, the names of all the loud sects in the world are all drawn out of the general trend, what the Ning Hall Lord said is indeed reasonable, but have you ever thought that once this move is successful, the benefits will be limitless, and at that time, even if there is a poisonous sect, there is no need to worry about it at all!"

"But!" Ning Xin was about to say something, but was interrupted by Wan Sheng's wave.

"Xin'er, where have you been, I haven't seen you since yesterday?" asked Wansheng suddenly.

"Disciple, disciple!" Ning Xin lowered his head, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, "Disciple heard that the Lechuan Valley was occupied by the Qingcheng Gate, so he went to investigate!"

"How's the inquiry?" asked All Saints.

"That's true!" Ning Xin said.

Wan Sheng stared at Ning Xin, and there was a faint disappointment in the depths of his eyes: "You go down first!"

"Yes, disciple retire!" Ning Xin was shocked into a cold sweat, just now she clearly felt a trace of murderous aura coming from Wan Sheng's body.

"Hey, it's really hard-mouthed!" After Ning Xin left, the ghost eyes sneered, "I'm afraid that this apprentice of yours has two hearts for you!"

"I teach my apprentices to be free and measured! You just need to do your part!" Wan Sheng said indifferently, "You should step back first!"

The ghost's eyes were all over for a while, and on the dark face, a pair of ghostly eyes stared at Wansheng, and finally slowly receded.

In the empty study, Wan Sheng's face showed a strong killing intent, took out a blank piece of paper again, picked up the pen and fell, stood up, took a deep look at the desktop, and turned to leave.

On the desktop, there are white and black letters, a huge "love" word is engraved there, the only difference is the strong stroke at the end, across the entire love word, as if it has been cut in half, showing a state of mind of the person who writes down.

Outside the Hall of Immortality, Ning Xin patted his chest, and the pressure just now was always floating in his heart, and he couldn't dissipate it for a long time.

"That's it, I can't care about it so much! I have to get the antidote quickly!" Ning Xin muttered to herself, looking up at the sky, where there was a ghostly light, and the figure of Babao quickly appeared, muttering softly in her ear.

"Yutong, you go with me!" Ning Xin opened his mouth and said to a woman beside him.

"Yes, Hall Master!" Yu Tong said.

The two women went deep, quickly crossing one hill after another.

The Five Poisons Hall was a famous palace in Mingshan back then, which could be on an equal footing with the Hall of Immortality, but now it has become barren and uninhabited. It is rumored that this hall hides the most poisonous thing in the world, when it was affected by the great war, the five poisons in the hall collapsed, the poisonous mist flooded the entire mountain, countless disciples died, and there was no grass here for decades.

"There!" Ning Xin stared, and under the guidance of the Eight Treasures, a figure flashed through the ruins, "That old guy of the Poison God is not easy to mess with, if only he could catch the poison directly!"

Although the ancient hall in the distance was dilapidated, it barely showed a hole, and Ning Xin covered his nose and stood in front of the temple door.

"Do you want to go in?" Yutong asked.

"Be careful, there may be a blast, you can take this pill! It can be used as a poison repellent!" Ning Xin took out two pills, swallowed one by himself, and handed the other over.

The main hall was barren and full of ruins, and the two of them moved slowly with very light steps.

"Haha!" In the depths of the hall, there was a flurry of laughter, and the two glanced at each other and quickly moved away.

"Master, I have recruited more than 100 disciples today, if we continue like this, it won't be long before we can rebuild our Five Poison Sect!" said with a smile.

"Fool, no matter how much waste there is, it won't make a real difference, find a way to attract some masters, and if necessary, you can promise some benefits!" said the poison god

"Hehe, Master has a careful plan, once it succeeds, is there still a shortage of masters in our Five Poison Sect......?"

"Shut up!" the poison god suddenly spoke, sensing something, and suppressed the words of the poisoned torture, "Come out!

The face of the torture changed, stared at a corner, and said fiercely: "You are following me?

"You shut up for me, I don't even know that I'm being followed, waste!" the poison god said coldly, "Lord Ning, what's the matter with coming this time?"

"Poisonous senior, don't come to harm!" was discovered, Ning Xin was not hiding, so he had to stand up.

"Well, everything is fine, did your master let you come!" the poison god said gently.

"Senior, the family teacher specially came to ask me if you want an antidote!" Ning Xin said, rolling his eyes

"What antidote?" the poison god wondered.

"The antidote to the poison in Yuan Qi's body!" instead of beating around the bush, it is better to be straightforward, this topic Ning Xin feels that it cannot be avoided no matter what.

"Dreaming?" said the torture coldly, "Master, it's not a pity for that kid to die!"

Ning Xin didn't seem to see the torture, and a pair of beautiful eyes were always staring at the poison god.

"He's already a mortal man, what's the use of an antidote?" said the poison god.

"A person who is bound to die, sometimes he also has some use value, and the family teacher is just exerting his residual heat!" Ning Xin said calmly, "Poisonous senior, it shouldn't be able to tolerate a dead person!"

"You're pretty good at talking!" the poison god smiled indifferently, "what if I don't agree?"

Ning Xin smiled, and spit out two big words in his mouth flatly: "Purgatory!"

All around, a thick murderous aura quickly formed, and the poison god stared gloomily at Ning Xin.

"Can seniors be confident that they can keep me?" Ning Xin's face also turned cold, "If seniors are willing to give this favor, I don't know what to do!"

In the short confrontation, a strong pressure condensed around him, and in the end, the poison god smiled and clapped his palms again and again: "In the Western Regions, I have always told people that the intelligence of the Ning Hall Lord is the only one in the world, and it is not until today that I found out that I still far underestimated you?"

"Senior is polite, so you agreed?" Ning Xin said.

"Of course!" the poison god spread out his palm, revealing two pills, one black and one white, and handed it over, "Take black and white together, and the poison can be solved immediately!"

Ning Xin looked at the two pills and didn't reach out to take them.

"Torturer, come here!" the poison god understood, "Take this pill!"

"Hmph! My master is full of words, how can he lie to a junior like you!" said coldly, opened his mouth, and swallowed it quickly.

"How about it, it's okay now!" The poison god took out the two pills again and handed them over, "My sincerity has been given, I hope you also have your sincerity!"

"Senior, don't worry, I don't know anything!" Ning Xin stretched out his hand to take the pill, quickly retreated, and left the main hall.

"Master!" was unwilling to be tortured.

"You shut up for me, this Ning Xin is by no means simple, a little clue can actually be associated with our entire plan, this kind of person, you try to talk as little as possible in front of her in the future!" The poison god said coldly, "This time, let her be proud first, wait for me to unlock the purgatory seal, lead the demons, and see who dares to threaten us at that time!"

"I didn't expect it to go so well!" Yu Tong said, "Hall Master, what is it that makes that old guy so taboo!"

"Hehe, that old guy is not willing to be mediocre, if there is no need, it is better to make less trouble!" Ning Xin's figure was extremely fast, and he did not enter the Hall of Immortality, "This time, let's take Mo Li away!"

In the side hall, Ning Xin walked into it, felt a little unusual, quickly opened the stone door, and disappeared into the secret room, Mo Li had already disappeared, replaced by a black-clothed figure standing there.

"Master!" Ning Xin's voice trembled, and his heart was as heavy as the end of the world.