The Poison Dragon Cult, the cult that made people feared hundreds of years ago, has it been born again?

A few times, Yang Ming almost died at the hands of this cult, to say that he was not angry in his heart is pure lying, if these people are hiding in the Demon Horn Ridge, or hiding in the shadows, he may avoid them, after all, the Poison Dragon Sect is best at assassination, and now, these people dare to appear blatantly, then don't blame him for being polite.

Maybe the people of the Poison Dragon Sect are stronger than him, but now that Yang Ming is in the shadows and the Poison Dragon Sect is in the light, as long as he finds out the whereabouts of these people, then everything will be simple.

The remnants of the cult will be punished by everyone!

Now that he has made up his mind, there will be no hesitation, Yang Ming plans to go to the Meteor Gate to investigate first and see if these murderers have left any traces.

found an inn in Fengcheng to stay, and at night, Yang Ming quietly left.

Meteor Gate!

After some inquiry, I finally found the address of the Meteor Gate, stood outside the door, looked at the broken plaque, and the quiet courtyard, this Meteor Gate is only a third-rate end sect, and there are only one or two hundred disciples, so this sect is not as luxurious as imagined, just a relatively large courtyard.

Looking at the extremely dark courtyard, Yang Ming took a step forward and walked in.

Croak!

As he stepped into the courtyard door with his front feet, several shrill crows rang out, which made his back glow a little, but he still walked in with his head broken.

Hiss!

Everywhere I looked, there were corpses, and they were all blackened, and there was a thick stench on their bodies, even the darkness of the night could not hide these corpses.

Enduring the smell of corpses, Yang Ming squatted down and examined the bodies of these Meteor Sect disciples, wanting to see what kind of poison they had been poisoned in.

"Huh?" Yang Ming peeled off the remnants of the meteor's clothing, and there was a trace of strange lines on this slightly charred corpse, and when he saw the palm prints on his chest along these lines, he couldn't help but exclaim: "This is, Thousand Spider Palm ......"

With the help of the faint moonlight, he could clearly see the palm prints on the chest of this corpse, Yang Ming's pupils shrank sharply, when he was studying medicine in the Valley of Life and Death, Yang Ming remembered that there was a poison scripture that talked about this set of palm techniques, this "Thousand Spider Palms" was originally a second-rate martial arts, and it was extremely powerful, but because this set of palm cultivation requirements was too harsh, it was later demoted to a third-rate martial arts.

If you really want to talk about it, this set of palm techniques is still evolved from the first-class martial arts "Thousand Spiders and Poisonous Hands", this is the unique secret book of the Poisonous Dragon Sect, and only the sect leader and the left and right Dharma Kings are qualified to snoop.

Later, the Poisonous Dragon Sect was exterminated by the martial arts sect, and this "Thousand Spiders and Ten Thousand Poisonous Hands" also disappeared, but the Thousand Spider Palms were left behind, and they were obtained by a third-rate cult Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect.

When those greedy second-rate sect leaders heard the news, they moved their minds and tried to take advantage of the rumors of the cult to snatch these thousand spider palms from the hands of the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect, but they never expected that the Ten Thousand Scorpion Gate Passage Realm would all die at the hands of this new Passage Realm.

After that, many people put away their greed, and soon after, the Ten Thousand Scorpion Gate suddenly spread the cultivation method of the Thousand Spider Palms, because the conditions were too harsh, many people gave up cultivation, so this martial arts was gradually forgotten.

"Could it be that this is not the Poisonous Dragon Sect, but the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect?" Looking at the lines like spider webs, Yang Ming was suddenly shocked in his heart, if this was the case, then his guess might have to be overturned.

And you must stay away from this troubled water, you must know that the Poisonous Dragon Sect is hindered by the containment of the various sects in Yunzhou, no matter how many masters are sent, but the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect is different, this sect has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the background is extremely terrifying, according to Yang Ming's current strength, it is not enough to stuff people's teeth!

What's more, he is not related to Meteor Gate, so why should he take this risk.

"No, the foundation of the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect is not in Fengcheng, if it is really the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect's doing, those famous and decent families in Fengcheng will never sit idly by, and they will not be like now, there is no movement at all, so in this way, it is still the most suspicious of the Poison Dragon Sect. ”

Yang Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he quickly came to the conclusion, the most important thing now is to find out if the Poison Dragon Sect is still in Fengcheng, and where is their foothold?

Just when Yang Ming was pondering, a weak and inaudible sound of breaking wind came, since he cultivated the "Nine Secrets of the Mountain", his facial features were extremely sensitive, and he could generally feel any wind and grass, hearing this sound of nothingness, for some reason, Yang Ming felt his scalp tingle, and his heart became vigilant.

Shout!

Suddenly, she rolled on the ground, and a sharp light grazed the left side of her face, and finally flew out, nailed to the wall.

"Who?"

His gaze suddenly became sharp, and he stared at the corner on the left, where a looming figure was slowly walking towards him.

One step, two steps, in this silent courtyard, in addition to the crow's cry, there was only the sound of this footsteps, Yang Ming's scalp was numb when he heard it, and he thought that this was the ghost of the Meteor Gate who came back to ask for his life!

"Who is Your Excellency, and why did you attack me?" took a deep breath, calmed the tension in his heart, looked at this mysterious figure coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"Truly, if you want to know who this seat is, then you can go underground and ask Lord Yama!" The black-robed man laughed gloomily, his feminine gaze fell on Yang Ming, and he said with a cruel smile.

Originally, he just wanted to stay here and wait for the rabbit to see if there were any fish that slipped through the net, but he didn't expect that after waiting for so many days, someone finally appeared.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the murderer who poisoned the Meteor Gate, right?" Hearing the words of the black-robed man, Yang Ming's pupils shrank sharply, and he asked in a condensed voice.

"Hey, isn't it a good thing that people are too smart sometimes?" The black-robed man looked at Yang Ming sarcastically, and said in a sinister manner, in his eyes, Yang Ming was already a dead man.

"Are you from the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect?" Yang Ming asked again.

"Boy, kid, you have too many words, if you want to know who this seat is, you better go and ask Lord Yama!" As he spoke, the black-robed man Sen smiled coldly, and his body moved, like a sharp arrow in the dark night, galloping towards Yang Ming.

When he saw that the black-robed man heard the three words of the Ten Thousand Scorpion Gate, there was no fluctuation in his emotions, and he secretly confirmed his guess in his heart: "Hehe, if I guessed correctly, you ...... It should be the remnants of the Poison Dragon Sect, right?"

Looking at the galloping figure, Yang Ming suddenly smiled, looking at the black-robed man full of mockery, there are not many people in the world who use the Thousand Spider Palms, one is the Ten Thousand Scorpion Gate, and the other is the Poisonous Dragon Sect, since the Ten Thousand Scorpion Gate has been excluded, the murderer who slaughtered the Meteor Gate can be called out in an instant.

Hearing Yang Ming mention the three words of the Poisonous Dragon Sect, the black-robed man's galloping figure suddenly paused, and slowly raised his head, like a poisonous snake in the dark, staring at the young man in front of him.