"I won't let you go!"

Jin Bei'er muttered, and after speaking, Jin Bei'er's dull gaze gradually became firm, but he raised his hand and held the blood-stained sheet, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he repeated the previous words again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I won't let you go!"

With his hands clenched into fists, he stepped out of bed, rolled up the sheets, held them in front of his chest, stared down for a while, hugged them tightly, and finally put on a goose yellow robe, resolutely left the room, and flew towards the valley with the magic weapon!

......

Thousands of miles away from Hu Guo is a high mountain, there are thousands of zhang high, on the peak, a black flag is displayed, countless intersections and checkpoints are stationed in black, four men and one woman sit opposite each other at the top of the peak, the only woman among the five, enchanting and delicate, charming and natural, who else is not the head of the Hehuan faction, Mrs. Sanmiao, and this is also the place where the four sects of the Demon Gate gather.

“...... Since we have cooperated, my Ten Thousand Poison Sect will naturally not treat our allies badly, this seven-tailed centipede, Your Excellency has used it for a while, and you must already know how powerful it is. ”

"Even if we are so cultivated, once we are bitten by it, if we don't expel the poison in time, we will end up dead, and even if that person's cultivation is the best in the world, once he is bitten, he will not die, and his combat power can be exerted to a few percent, and when the time comes, it will be easy to take revenge with your cultivation."

"Today, the old man will tell you how to obtain the last toxin, and after a few years, your seven-tailed centipede will be able to truly mature, and as long as there is a suitable time, it will be the time for my Holy Sect to attack the mountain!"

One of the four men spoke up, his voice was old and imposing, he was three points similar to the bloodsucking ancestor, but he did not have the fearful anger and bloody aura of the bloodsucking ancestor, but was wearing a gray-brown linen robe, hunched back, ordinary, like an ordinary old man.

However, if you underestimate him because of this, it is a big mistake, looking at the whole world, whether it is the head of the three sects of the righteous path or the sect leader of the three sects of the Demon Sect, who dares to underestimate this old man, the master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the poison god, so far, those who dare to underestimate him have already gone to the king of Yama to report.

At this time, I saw his old hand spread out, and a black centipede the size of a palm appeared in the palm, its tail was divided into seven forks, into seven colors, dozens of tentacles under the body, slowly crawling, its body coiled into a ball, with long thorns on its back, red eyes, black-brown corners of the mouth, and a trace of green liquid flowing down from the corners of the mouth.

But then the old man put the seven-tailed centipede away, and looked at the black-clad masked man on the side, and the ally in his mouth was self-explanatory.

Although the masked man also had a seven-tailed centipede, he still felt a chill in his heart when he looked at the one in the old man's hand, especially when he looked at the pair of scarlet eyes, but he remembered the person he said in the old man's mouth, because he knew too well how powerful it was, even if the old man said so, he still shook his head.

"Poison God, this is not enough, not enough, not to mention how powerful the seven-tailed centipede is when it matures, but it is definitely not enough to deal with that person's seven-tailed centipede. ”

The hoarse and deep voice, although he was masked, and he couldn't see his specific expression, but the gloom between his eyebrows still revealed his thoughts.

Recalling the temple break some time ago, even if he was an old monk who was about the same as him, he could fight so many tricks with him after being poisoned by the seven-tailed centipede, and hurt him, and finally on the second day, he watched the other party leave safely without anything, which made him believe that the poison of the seven-tailed centipede was so powerful that it didn't make a dog!

Although he didn't say it, the trust in the seven-tailed centipede in his heart had been lowered by more than one notch.

"Is that so?"

The old man, or the head of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, frowned, to the point that he did not doubt the masked man's words.

He groaned, thinking that the other party was one of the most outstanding top geniuses of their time, they had made progress after a hundred years, but the other party must have made greater progress, a hundred years ago, he was not confident that he could poison the other party by relying on a seven-tailed centipede, let alone a hundred years later.

However, the poison god did not continue to take out the treasure, but was silent, the cloudy old eyes looked at the other three, did not continue to speak, just revealed the seven-tailed centipede, he was already eye-catching enough, and before he had the ability to subdue the other three factions, he would selectively show his muscles and let others know the strength of his Ten Thousand Poison Sect, but it was too rampant, and Mu Xiu Yu Lin was not what he wanted.

"If the plan that Brother Poison said can really come true, it will be a major matter to revitalize my Holy Sect, how can my Ghost King Sect not contribute. ”

What said this was the middle-aged man who was left with the appearance of two men as Chinese speakers, his thin eyebrows and square face, elegant eyebrows, bright eyes, full forehead corners, elegant and elegant have their own momentum of not being angry and dangerous, a Confucian robe, a piece of light purple jade at the waist, delicate and clear, faintly auspicious.

In this way, among the four sects of the Demon Gate, there is only the Ghost King Sect's sect master, the Ghost King!

When everyone looked at it, the Ghost King froze, and then took out something from his robe, but it was a short dagger with cracks on it, which looked broken, but could a figure like the Ghost King really take out a handful of tatters? Moreover, several people present were all grandmaster figures, and they also saw that this short dagger was extraordinary.

"This is a strange thing that this seat accidentally got back then, once it is stabbed, it has the magic effect of suppressing spiritual power, and with the seven-tailed centipede of the poisonous god brother, great things can be expected......"