Now one of the three major factions of the Demon Sect, the lair of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, is in a place called the Valley of the Viper in the southwest of Middle-earth.

In terms of 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 each other and confronting each other, constituting the originally quite solid balance of power in today's Demon Sect.

However, with the sudden death of the old master of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the Poison God, this balance has reached the point where it is in danger and about to collapse.

In the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the issue of the inheritance of the new gate master is already in chaos, and the saber rattling in the Poisonous Snake Valley is tense, and the situation is about to erupt.

Nominally, it was Qin Wuyan, a closed disciple of the Poison God, who had received the Poison God's dying order and had the status of official heir. However, the strong have always been respected in the Demon Sect, and relying on the legacy left by the poison god alone will not help at all.

Soon after the Poison God died, several of his other disciples rushed back to the Valley of the Poisonous Snake, menacing, and put on an attitude of wanting to compete for the position of the sect master.

What they didn't know was that they had just returned to the Viper Valley, and some of the others had also quietly arrived outside the Viper Valley.

On a small hill in the mountains and forests outside the Viper Valley, a beautiful woman in a cyan Luo skirt stood with her hands in her hands, and her beautiful eyes looked at the direction of the Viper Valley with cold light, it was Qing'er, the daughter of the Heavenly Remnant.

Behind him, there were also emaciated black-clothed young man Leng Soul, six-tailed and three-tailed demon foxes and others, as well as a blue dragon Xiaolan who turned into a humanoid in ice blue armor. In addition, the most conspicuous thing is that he is a bald man who is more than two meters tall and extremely burly, with pale golden skin, making him look like a golden-bodied Arhat.

"Senior Sister Qing'er, just a few of us will go directly to the Poisonous Snake Valley, do you want me to transfer some beggars to help the disciples?" the bald giant man stepped forward and said to Qing'er angrily.

Qing'er said in an indifferent tone: "No need, big bull! Do you think that the Poisonous Snake Valley can stop us? After so many years of investigation, the beggar gang has turned over the entire Shenzhou, and finally found out that the person who killed my mother back then was a subordinate of Duan Rushan of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. I don't want to wait any longer, this time, I must personally kill Duan Rushan to avenge my mother. ”

"It's really nothing like a thousand poisons. Since the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate participated in the killing of the master's wife, it is better to destroy the Ten Thousand Poison Gate!" said the cold soul with murderous intent in his cold voice.

Qing'er, who frowned slightly, shook her head lightly and said, "Forget it! Anyway, my mother is also from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and she was raised by the old poison god." Now that the old poison god is dead, there is no need to affect the entire Ten Thousand Poison Gate, as long as the first evil is killed. ”

"I thought I could kill it happily!Miss Qing'er, you're so soft-hearted," Xiaolan pouted slightly with a little regret.

"Naturally, we have to kill it, otherwise you think the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate will let us break into the Valley of Poisonous Snakes so easily?" Qing'er, who said coldly, looked up at the sky, only to see that in the sound of birdsong, a big yellow bird fell from the sky, it was the yellow bird.

Qing'er, who flew up, fell lightly on the back of the yellow bird, stretched out his hand and pointed at the poisonous snake valley in front of him, and the yellow bird that made a high chirp suddenly flapped its wings and flew towards the poisonous snake valley.

"Let's go!" Cold Soul and the others also flew up to follow, turning into phantoms and quickly disappearing into the Valley of Poisonous Snakes.

In the Valley of the Poisonous Snake, it was the last day of the sacrifice to the first seven of the poison god, and the white flags on the mourning hall were like mountains, but it was rare to hear one or two cries. Although most of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples wore white silk on their heads and sackcloth, they didn't even have a trace of sadness and pain on their faces. On the contrary, many people glared angrily and confronted each other, if it weren't for the last bit of face on the mourning hall, I was afraid that this place would have become a martial hall instead of a mourning hall.

For the position of the master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, after the three disciples of the Poison God, Fan Xiong, Cheng Wuya, and Duan Rushan, had a verbal argument, just as they were about to leave with their respective people, someone suddenly came in a panic and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, someone..."

"What's so much fuss about, is it the people of the righteous path who are killed, or are the people of the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan Sect killed?" Fan Xiong, who left first, saw that the disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect hurriedly ran in front of him, and couldn't help kicking him to the ground and scolding angrily.

Chirp.. In the high birdsong, a sudden gust of wind swept through, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who subconsciously looked up couldn't help but turn pale.

The sky was dark, and a big yellow bird appeared in mid-air, and Qing'er, dressed in green clothes, stood behind the yellow bird, looking down with cold eyes.

Call.. With the slight sound of the wind, Qing'er's figure fell from mid-air, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect below retreated very consciously, making way for her to open a large open space.

"You.. Who are you?Why did you come to my Ten Thousand Poison Sect?" Fan Xiong couldn't help but change his face, and asked with an ugly look at Qing'er.

"Who am I? Tell me, I'm afraid you don't know me. However, my mother's name, maybe you won't be unfamiliar with it," Qing'er said coldly, her cold gaze slowly swept over Fan Xiong, Cheng Wuya, Duan Rushan, and some high-level elders and powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Fan Xiong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help frowning and subconsciously asked, "Who is your mother?

"My mother, her surname is Qin, and her boudoir is purple kite," as soon as Qing'er's words came out, many of the people present changed their faces, especially Duan Rushan, who almost glared at Qing'er, and then his face slowly became gloomy and ugly.

Qin Wuyan, who was heavy and filial piety, kneeling in front of the poison god and burning paper silently, also suddenly moved as if he was stiff, and turned around with a slight difficulty with a look of disbelief on his face, and looked at Qing'er with an inexplicable strange brilliance in his eyes.

"Qin Ziyuan, are you the daughter of that little slut?" Fan Xiong also glared at Qing'er in surprise, and asked unceremoniously.

Disheveled.. In the low muffled sound, Qing'er, who had a sinking face, waved his hand almost instantly and sacrificed a magic weapon like a dark green jade bracelet, not allowing Fan Xiong to react at all, the jade bracelet had already fallen on his chest, and in a suppressed scream of pain, his eyes were about to bulge out as if his chest was sunken, like a broken sandbag to fly out, and he fell to the ground hard, and the corners of his mouth with blood surging in his mouth squirmed twice, and he was unwilling to swallow his breath.

Seeing that the dignified Poison God Great Disciple was so easily killed by Qing'er, not to mention those ordinary disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, even the veteran powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect such as the Hundred Poison Sons and the Vampire Old Demon were all shocked.

Almost at the same time, in the midst of the screams of pain, in the chaos in the distance, one after another figures flashed and fell behind Qing'er, it was Leng Soul and the others.

"After all, the poison god is my ancestor. Since I'm here, I should put a stick of incense in front of the spirit," Qing'er, who said coldly, walked straight towards the spirit hall, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect hurriedly got out of the way.

Even Cheng Wuya, Duan Rushan, Bai Poison Zi and others, who hesitated slightly, all temporarily moved out of the way and let Qing'er enter the mourning hall.

After stepping forward and putting incense on the rules, he turned to look at Qin Wuyan, who bowed to him and returned the salute, and Qing'er, whose beautiful eyes flashed, couldn't help but ask, "Your name is Qin Wuyan?"

"Yes! Wuyan has seen my cousin!" Qin Wuyan looked at Qing'er with a little excitement and shouted very respectfully.

Cousin? Qing'er's face was calm, and she didn't seem surprised, she had already found out that her mother had a nephew who was accepted as a closed disciple by the poison god.