Martial arts become gods

Chapter 219 The End Is the Beginning

"Hehe, old man, you are still as stubborn as before. In this world, only power is everything. History is always written by the victors."

The Poison Emperor laughed crazily. He stepped on the air with both feet, and the situation suddenly changed. Even the sky seemed to vibrate accordingly, and the turbulent energy began to gather in front of him.

And his eyes are extremely sharp, as if they can tear the sky apart.

With such a gaze, Mo Xian couldn't even arouse any resistance.

"I didn't expect that my good deeds would end up on such an ant as you. Forget it, I'll let you go to hell today!"

The Poison Emperor grasped the palm of the air, and a huge black halberd of Yuanli, which was nearly a hundred feet long, appeared in the sky, but shot out with an unstoppable momentum.

Wherever it passed, the ground was directly torn into a bottomless ravine, which spread rapidly forward, and at the end of that ravine was Mo Xian.

"Hehe, you seem to have forgotten, what will happen if this Ten Thousand Poison Devouring Formation is forcibly terminated?" Du Lao said indifferently.

Before his words fell, the forcibly terminated Myriad Poison Devouring Formation suddenly began to reverse.

Following that, the energy in the Poison Emperor's body began to be continuously withdrawn, and the pitch-black halberd also completely shattered at this time.

"Damn it, old man, what the hell is going on?" Feeling his gradually disappearing power, the Poison Emperor was finally afraid.

"Hehe, taste the bitter fruit you planted yourself!" Du Lao shook his head and said slowly.

With the reversal of the Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Array, the Poison Emperor seemed to be attacked by an extremely powerful force.

He kept roaring in the sky, as if he was dealing with thousands of troops.

A series of ferocious grimaces suddenly appeared in the air, swept towards the Poison Emperor, and enveloped him in an instant.

This is the unyielding will left behind by those who were sacrificed and died, and they want revenge.

"Ugh..."

Terrible howling ghosts and howling wolves filled the whole world, making people shudder.

"No... don't come here! Ah..."

The Poison Emperor has obviously fallen into absolute fear, he kept howling miserably, almost collapsed, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

Finally, everything disappeared, and a figure fell from the sky.

"Old man, it's over!"

Seeing this scene, Mo Xian sighed slowly.

"That's right!" Elder Du sighed, once his wish for many years was fulfilled, he didn't seem to be as excited as he imagined.

Perhaps it was because of the destruction of the Wanpoison City, or perhaps because of the Poison Emperor, after all, he was the one who cultivated it.

He slowly walked to the dying Poison Emperor, who had completely lost the previous arrogance.

"Teacher, I was wrong, let me go, please let me go, I will be a new man." The Poison Emperor's face once again showed the humble expression from many years ago, as pure as ever.

Looking at this familiar face, Du Lao's eyes became a little narrowed, as if everything was back to the past.

But he knew that he couldn't go back. He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly fixed, and his palm quickly slid in the air.

Then, the begging expression on the Poison Emperor's face suddenly froze, and a thin, inaudible bloodstain appeared on his neck.

The poisonous old man shook his palm violently, and the poisonous emperor's body turned into dust.

"Old man, now your wish has been fulfilled!" Mo Xian walked forward slowly, and said with a sigh.

This was the biggest scene he had ever seen in history. A city had just disappeared before his eyes.

"Hehe, maybe!" Du Lao shook his head noncommittally, turned his palms, and the poison emperor's head was pinched in his hands, "I have been unable to face my family for so many years. Today, I finally I can give them an explanation."

As he said that, when the Poison Emperor mentioned Mo Xian, he shot towards the distance.

"Master Poison Emperor, please stay and rebuild the City of Ten Thousand Poisons with us!"

At this time, those remaining people also came to their senses and knelt down in front of Du Lao.

Seeing this scene, Mo Xian couldn't help showing a smile on his face, which might be a good solution for Du Lao.

"Hehe, you don't need the Poison Emperor, everything should be in your own hands." The old man said slowly, although his voice was not loud, it was like a bell rippling over the city of ten thousand poisons.

Before the words fell, Du Lao took Mo Xian and shot away, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Is it in your hands?"

Everyone was still reminiscing about Du Lao's words, and when they came to their senses, they discovered that Du Lao had long since disappeared.

And everyone seemed to understand at this time, the despair on their faces disappeared, replaced by a longing for the future.

They wiped away their tears, suppressed the grief in their hearts, and began to rebuild their homes.

In the distance, Mo Xian and Du Lao stood on a boulder, quietly looking at Wandu City.

"Old man, are you willing to give up all of this?" Mo Xian asked a little puzzled. Although Wandu City has been in ruins, after reconstruction, it is still a magnificent city.

"Hehe, I've taken it lightly for a long time. Isn't it good that they are like this." Du Lao smiled slightly, and then walked away with the head of the Poison Emperor in one hand and Mo Xian in the other.

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After that, Mo Xian and Du Lao paid homage to his family.

"Old man, what are you going to do next?" Mo Xian asked curiously.

"My greatest wish now is to take Xiaoruan to find a way to restore him to an adult." Du Lao touched Xiaoruan's mud-like hand beside him, and said.

"Then I wish you success first, but you must not forget our agreement!" Mo Xian said.

"Hehe, that's natural. When the time is up, I will naturally wait for you in Poison Valley. If you can't come by then, ask someone to give this thing to me." The boss laughed and handed Mo Xian a dark order. A card with a golden poison word on it.

Mo Xian carefully put away the token, after all, it was something he bought with his life.Moreover, it is also the guarantee for the smooth implementation of his plan two years later.

After that, the two of them didn't speak, they just quietly watched the sunset in the distance. Behind them, the villagers of Poison Valley also seemed to be caught in some memories.

The shadows of the two were stretched longer and longer by the setting sun, and finally merged with the shadow in the distance.

After the fusion of Wandu City this time, both of them have undergone tremendous changes.

The toxins that had troubled him for many years in the old man's body were completely eliminated, and he showed his strength unscrupulously, as if he was ten years younger for a while.

And Mo Xian's meridians were forcibly widened a lot under the washing of that huge force. Although the realm has not improved, the power that can be erupted is definitely stronger than that of warriors of the same realm.

The most important thing is that he also got a Bingpo golden silkworm mother, which seems to be something that everyone has forgotten.

And inside Mo Xian's body, an immature child's voice seemed to be laughing unscrupulously.

However, no one heard it, including Mo Xian.

(End of this chapter)