The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 473
Wan Poison Gate, Poisonous Snake Valley.

At this moment, it was dark night, and the main rudder of Wandumen, which used to be quiet and quiet, was brightly lit today.

Countless torches were lit, and countless figures were packing their bags, as if they were about to leave this place, and they were very busy.

As the sect master, the old Poison God just stood quietly on a high ground watching this scene.

It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of the sky that the Viper Valley gradually became quiet.

A tall figure walked up to the side of the Old Poison God. It was Fan Xiong, the eldest disciple of the Wandu Sect, and also the most trusted disciple of the Old Poison God.

He only listened to his humanity: "Master, everything is ready, we can go."

The old Poison God didn't speak, still looking at the scene in the valley below.

His eyes were full of reluctance.

In 800 years, Wandumen rose and took root here, and it has been 800 years!
Also, the place where he spent the longest time in his entire life!

But now, we have to abandon this old nest and the foundation that these generations have taken root for 800 years!

All this is due to Qing Yunmen!
Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand and looked towards the east. He couldn't see anything in the dark sky, but he saw that towering mountain range in a daze, that one, the blue cloud that had been pressing down on the hearts of all the disciples of the Holy Cult for thousands of years. Mountain!
Obviously... After the Great War between Righteousness and Devil, everything is developing for the better!

The Ghost King Sect has disappeared, Chang Sheng Tang and He Huan Sect are seriously injured and are licking their wounds. They dare not be enemies with their Wan Du Sect!

In this short period of more than a month, the Wandu Sect merged with other sects and swallowed no less than ten small and medium-sized branches. The power of the Blood Refining Hall, but after that person appeared, everything changed!
It's another month.

But this month, the disciples of the Wandumen were attacked and killed several times. The high-level officials of the Wandumen who had suffered heavy casualties due to the battle between righteousness and demons were hit hard again. Five elders in a row died under the opponent's sword!
Today, Nuoda has a Wandu sect, the tyrannical faction that originally ruled the roost in the holy religion, the high-level combat power, and myself, there are only five or six people left, which is less than one-third of the heyday. It's really a joke!

And all of this was done by that disciple of Qingyun called Li Li!
For this reason, he even went out in person and led his disciples to set up a formation to ambush him, intending to strangle him, but unfortunately he was still defeated by the opponent in the end!

Compared to when he was in Qingyun Mountain, the other party acted tyrannically with one enemy, but now, that kid has the supreme artifact of Xuanhuo Jian in his hands, which can be called even more powerful!
Qing Yunmen, why did such a monster appear? !
When the old Poison God's thoughts were flying, Fan Xiong who was at the side couldn't help urging: "Master, it's time to go, and if it's late, that person will come to the door."

"Oh?"

The old God of Poison woke up, looking at the disciples of the Wan Poison Sect who were ready to go, he said unwillingly: "Xiong'er, tell me, we really can't deal with that kid?"

"There is a way!"

Fan Xiongdao: "If the news from the Changshengtang is correct, we can enter the Nether Abyss, and naturally we can get the supreme magic weapon. At that time, let alone a little Mo Li, it is no problem to flatten Qingyun Mountain!"

Underworld!

The eyes of the old Poison God flashed. He naturally knew the pros and cons of this supreme holy place of the Holy Cult, and even, many inheritances of the Holy Cult today all come from this place!
300 years ago, the reason why Master Qiu was able to go from being an ordinary disciple of Changsheng Hall to overpowering the four major sects and becoming the leader of the Demon Sect in a short period of time was because of his chance, he stepped into the abyss of the underworld!
"Let's go!"

The old God of Poison no longer hesitated, and took the lead towards the west. Fan Xiong gave an order, and the disciples of the Wan Poison Sect followed.

The number of people was not too many, less than two hundred, and the rest of the disciples had already taken a step forward under the leadership of the senior members of the sect, and went to the front of the Wild Temple. This was the third and last batch of disciples.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

"Devil, where are you going!"

A loud shout resounded through Qiongxiao!

All the disciples of Wan Du Sect couldn't help shaking their bodies. The old Poison God raised his eyes and saw a crimson sword light in the distance, like a thunderbolt, falling straight towards here. Cold, hard to resist!
"Get out of the way!"

He let out a roar, and immediately his spiritual power surged, and countless black mist appeared in an instant, but it was countless tiny insects, with a screeching sound, condensed into a black wall, blocking in front of Jianguang.

However, the sword light was extremely fast, the black wall had just condensed, and the sword light was already in front of him, barely stopping it.

boom!
Two mighty spiritual forces collided in the air, making a dull and loud noise!
Then, under everyone's gaze, the scarlet sword radiated sharp sword intent, and smashed the black wall into pieces!
Countless insects were burned to the ground by the violent fire spiritual power erupted by the divine soldier, and the remaining sword light remained unabated, still fighting towards the old Poison God!
The old Poison God's pupils shrank, and he felt that the energy and blood in his body were boiling in the collision just now, and the countless sharp and sharp sword lights seemed to cut him alive. On the scene of the fall, he gritted his teeth and mobilized his spiritual power, and sacrificed a colorful bag. Once the bag was opened, bursts of strange smoke gushed out continuously, and even the void was corroded and sizzling!

call out!
The sword light fell above the smoke, and it was like a bamboo at first, but as it got deeper, it was gradually corroded, and soon fell apart.

There was a soft cry, but not far away, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old appeared in the sky, dressed in green clothes, holding a sword in his hand, with delicate features and extraordinary heroism, who else could it be?

Since he went down the mountain to pursue the Demon Sect more than a month ago, it can be said that he has won many battles and victories.

With the Xuanhuo Jian in hand, coupled with his unparalleled tyrannical skills in the world, he can fight and leave whenever he wants, and no one can do anything to him, so it is quite smooth to slay demons and demons.

It's just that the four major sects suffered a lot and disappeared for a while, so he could only find some lessons from the small sects.

Fortunately, the Wan Du Sect soon showed its head, merging the major branches of the Demon Cult with great fanfare, and even if it was targeted by him.

In the past month, he has chased the Wandumen for several fights, killed many masters and elite disciples, and even fell into the ambush of the Wandumen, but he survived safely, even the old Poison God was scared. Had to run away.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? It's quite interesting."

Li Li looked at the colorful bag with admiration, the poison in it made even him feel a little palpitated, thinking it was a big deal, he was never seen in an ambush last time.

"This is the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Sect Bag, which contains hundreds of unsolvable strange poisons in the current world, and it is the treasure of my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect!" the old Poison God said somewhat proudly.

The three sects of the Righteous Way each have divine soldiers, as do the four masters of the Demon Sect, the Yin and Yang Mirror of the Changshengtang, the Acacia Bell of the Hehuan Sect, the Fulongding of the Ghost King Sect, and the Wandu of the Wandu Sect. The Poison Guizong Bags are the most top treasures in the world, and their power is still higher than the ordinary Nine Heavens Divine Weapons!
Of course Li Li knew the reputation of the Bag of Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect, but he had never seen this bag display its power, not even the Wan Poison Sect used it in the great battle between evil and righteousness 300 years ago.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. If the Ten Thousand Poison Returning Sacred Bag could capture him, the old Poison God definitely wouldn't be incapable of using it in the ambush a few days ago. Daoxing is more advanced than during the previous battle at Qingyun Mountain, how can he be afraid of this so-called bag of returning all poisons to the ancestors!
"I'd like to see how many swords you can block me with this bag!"

Mo Li's eyes were sharp, and he was about to cut down when he gathered his spiritual power.

The eyes of the old God of Poison are about to burst, even though the Bag of Ten Thousand Poisons has infinite uses, but with his spiritual power and body, how can he compete with the opponent?

What's more, the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect Bag is as strong as it is strong, and the poison contained in it is really strong. Even if a poisonous master like him keeps using it, his body will be gradually eroded by the poison in it until he dies from the poison. Therefore, they don't use it as a way to control the enemy, but use it to cultivate Gu worms and poisons.

Today is really helpless, if you don't use this bag, the old Poison God will not be able to hold back the sword glow just now.

"Li Li, do you really want to kill them all?!"

The old God of Poison is gray-haired, with a desolate face, like an old man at the end of his life, he begged: "Our Wandu Sect has fallen to such a point, and I plan to take my faction to a wild land, and I will never set foot in Shenzhou again, is it true? , you can’t let me wait?!”

Hearing this, Mo Li couldn't help laughing, and said: "Let you go, it's easy to say, then let me ask you, who will let go of the disciples who died at your hands on Qingyun Mountain? "

"Those begging for mercy, let you let go of countless mortals, can you let go?"

"Let me let you go, I have to ask these Yin Erwai's tragic lives to agree!"

When he said the word "promise", Mo Li's tone suddenly rose, and the spiritual power of the magic weapon in his hand gathered, blooming thousands of crimson brilliance, and then gathered into a giant sword light, with violent fire spiritual power, and suddenly fell down with one blow!
The violent sword force almost pierces through the Nine Heavens!
The entire Poisonous Snake Valley was completely enveloped by the power of this sword light, and all the disciples of the Wandu Sect couldn't help but tremble. The supreme sword intent made their minds shattered from a long distance away!

"The old man has fought with you, all poisons will return to the ancestor's bag, get up!"

Knowing that today is a matter of life and death, the old Poison God no longer thinks about getting lucky, and while shouting violently, he uses all his spiritual power to completely arouse the power of Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect Bag!
In an instant, countless strange brilliance shot up into the sky, whether it was fog, or Gu insects, or water droplets, colorful and overwhelming, everywhere they passed, all the flowers, plants and trees were robbed of their vitality!
At this moment, the old poison god completely released the unsolvable poison in the bag of ten thousand poisons, and hundreds of poisons and Gu worms met Li Li's sword glow. However, the two had not yet confronted each other. Numerous disciples behind him fell to the ground with pained expressions on their necks.

With just a little struggle, all of them lost their lives, some were bleeding from their seven orifices, or curled up all over, what's more, their bodies were turning into pus and blood continuously on the spot, the death condition was extremely miserable!
But it was because the poison in the Ten Thousand Poisons Returning Bag was too powerful. Even if the old God of Poison urged Li Li with all his strength, some of it still spread in all directions. Such a small amount of poison was not theirs. able to resist.

But how could the old God of Poison care about the lives of these disciples, even himself was covered with a layer of colorful mist, which was the poison in the bag of Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect.

boom!
In the sky, the poison and Li Li's sword light collided again. Under the fiery and violent flame spiritual power, the poison was continuously eliminated and dissolved. However, the sword light's forward momentum was getting slower and slower. Slowly, it was eventually covered by countless poisons, and was slowly corroded.

"puff……"

Resisting this blow, the old Poison God spit out a mouthful of pitch-black and foul-smelling blood with a wow, and his momentum was extremely sluggish.

Although he successfully resisted the sword light, he was already injured by that supreme sword intent, and with the poison in his body, he didn't have much fighting strength.

"What a bag of ten thousand poisons returning to the clan!"

A look of shock flashed across Mo Li's face. He had already used seventy percent of his strength in this strike of the sword, but he was actually blocked. Dragon tripod!
Seeing countless highly poisonous and Gu insects attacking, Li Li frowned, and shouted: "I want to see how many blows you can block!"

Immediately, he stretched his magic weapon across his chest, held the magic formula with his left hand, stepped on the seven stars, and walked seven steps in midair. Tianwei, lead him with a sword!"

Qingyunmen, the true art of the divine sword to control thunder!

The power of thunder is the nemesis against the poison.

Driven by Li Li's spiritual power, countless dark clouds gathered in the night sky, and the wind blew violently!
In the depths of the black clouds, there are rumbling thunders and countless electric lights lingering, the scene is extremely frightening.

Looking at the figure in the sky that caused the thunder, the old poison god gritted his teeth and said, "Go, go, I will meet you at the temple!"

After finishing the words, he drove the Ten Thousand Poison Returning Sect Bag towards Li Li, but the figure forced a breath and jumped into the distant night.

Seeing this, Fan Xiong imitated the example and followed closely behind.

The remaining disciples of the Wandu sect scattered in all directions.

However, Li Li didn't care about it anymore.

All his energy was concentrated on this bag of ten thousand poisons, or in other words, the endless poison it released.

Wave your hand, the sword falls, and in an instant, the sky shakes!
The whole earth seemed to be shaking!

Amidst the muffled thunder, a thunderbolt of lightning fell straight down, piercing the dark clouds and the sky, and landed on the scarlet sword!
At this moment, Lei Ting's brilliance completely overwhelmed him!

Between heaven and earth, suddenly there is a chilling silence!

Suddenly, the thunder struck again!
With a bang, the sky and the earth changed color, and a huge and unparalleled thunder beam shot out, falling towards the countless toxins and towards the entire Poisonous Snake Valley!
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(End of this chapter)