Chapter 138

Along the way, through the courtyard, into the inner hall, all around is quiet, can't see a person's shadow, poison God's living place, surprising desolation.

The room is very bright and simple. An old man with silver hair is lying on the couch with his eyes closed. Next to him is a young man in his early twenties with a white face, playing with the tea set on the table. The aroma of the tea overflows from the cup.

It looks like a peaceful and peaceful picture of grandparents and grandchildren, where there is half evil spirit.

The ghost king was surprised for a moment, and his face showed a smile. He walked past. The old man seemed to hear the footsteps and opened his eyes.

"Here you are."

"Elder, I have been away from the temple for more than a hundred years. I am in good health."

The evil god, who is famous in the world, looks like an ordinary old man with a wry smile on his face and shakes his head: "old, useless."

As he said this, he seemed unwilling to bring up the topic again, and said in a different way.

"Brother Guiwang, you are already the leader of Guiwang sect. You have the same identity with me. If you don't dislike me, just call me elder brother. Don't call me elder. I can't afford it."

The ghost King smiles and sits down on the other side of the table, still respectful.

"That's not right, senior. You are the most senior in the holy religion. We still expect senior to take charge of this important event."

Poison God from the reclining chair to sit up the action suddenly a stagnation, immediately shook his head and said: "not into ah."

"Brother ghost king, I'm half disabled. I can't bear to use it. This time, our four factions are negotiating to besiege Qingyun. Naturally, the ten thousand poisons sect won't fall behind others. It's just that you are in charge of the overall situation. I don't think you should be in charge of this position. You are the one who called on me to promote this event

The ghost king was stunned and a little surprised: "the old master is too flattered. There are so many talents in the teaching. I am the one with the least qualifications among the four gate masters. How can I afford it? Well, when yuyangzi of Changsheng hall and Sanmiao fairy of Hehuan school arrive, we can discuss it together. "

Poison God pondered for a while, said with a smile: "this is good, they will soon arrive, we will then recommend the person who presides over the overall situation is not too late."

Then, as if with some exclamation, he said: "the great shame of the holy religion in the past hundred years, this time, we must get it back from Qingyun gate!"

The ghost king said nothing with a smile. After sitting for a while, he left with the green dragon. The poison God was smiling and ordered people to see off the guests.

When the figure went away, the smile and peace on the poison God's face disappeared instantly. With a sneer, his back straightened up, and there was no old man just now.

"I thought I was impulsive and hot tempered hundreds of years ago. In the first World War I, I led the Wandu sect as the main force, resulting in heavy losses of Wandu sect. It took hundreds of years to recover. This time, don't try to use me as a gun."

With a gloomy face, the poison God was silent for a long time, and the young man who made the tea was also eccentric. If the poison God didn't talk to him, he would not say a word, patiently made the tea, as if he could enjoy some fun.

The silence in the room was suddenly broken, like the chirping of summer cicadas in summer, but it was much more sharp and harsh than that, which made people feel cold and flustered.

As soon as Qin Wuyan's face changed, he took out a yellow box from under the recliner. It was a foot square. The strange sound came from inside. When he opened the box, on the soft silk, there was a colorful centipede with seven tails crawling restlessly.

The poison God glanced at him and said faintly, "seven tailed centipede is a rare poison in the world. There is only one pair left in the world. They will interact within a hundred miles. It seems that the man is on Qingyun Mountain at this time."

Then he turned his head and looked at the towering Qingyun Mountain in the distance. His eyes were uncertain and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Qingyun gate, Tongtian peak, hillside courtyard.

Li xiuduan, sitting on Xiaotan, is practicing with his eyes closed. These days, he has been practicing Taiji Xuanqing Taoism to the second level of Shangqing realm. With the help of strong blood, his practice speed is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Since returning to Qingyun Mountain, Li Xiu has hardly stepped out of this Tongtian peak. Inside the Qingyun gate, they all think that he saw Lu Xueqi fall to death in front of him, unable to save him. He has a strong sense of shame and his mood has been affected.

But in fact, while Li Xiu has been memorizing Qingyun Daofa, he is waiting for an opportunity.

"When! When! When

The deep sound of the bell and tripod was suddenly sounded, and the alarm was in a panic. The sound spread all over the seven veins. At the same time, there was a greeting that was better than thunder. The voice was thick.

"Old friend daoxuan, I haven't seen him in a hundred years. I don't know if he is still healthy!"

All of a sudden, the disciples and elders in the seven veins of Qingyun sect all moved. Daofa light came to Tongtian peak. Li Xiu stood in the courtyard and saw this scene, with a smile on his face. Maybe it was time for him to wait.

Outside the Tongtian peak, there were cries of killing. The front of the mountain was in chaos. From time to time, some disciples of Qingyun fell down. They couldn't stop the black torrent.

In the sea of clouds square, the light of swords falls. The head of the seven veins of the blue clouds and the many old people come from all walks of life.

Li Xiu quietly pressed the sword and saluted daoxuan. Then he stood aside and made a gesture of common resistance.

After a few breath of Kung Fu, with the bodies of several Qingyun disciples being beaten up, four figures appear in the sea of clouds square.

Yuyangzi and poison God are standing in the middle of the four masters of the evil way. The ghost king and Sanmiao fairy are separated on both sides. The four slowly walk up, followed by the four disciples of the evil way and the scattered people of the evil way.

The oldest poison God gave a sneer and said, "old friend daoxuan, I was defeated by your sword at the foot of Qingyun Mountain a hundred years ago. I'm glad to see you again. Your style is as good as ever."

With that, the God of poison glanced around for a week. All the Qingyun disciples he saw were cold and trembled. It seemed that there was a poisonous snake on them.

Dao Xuan's body shocked for a while, his pupils contracted, and said coldly: "poison God! Today is really a big show. I'm afraid it's not all the evil ways in the world. "

Yu Yangzi stepped forward, and he was elected as the principal of the four sieges. He felt that it was time for him to look straight at daoxuan.

"Yes, today I, yuyangzi, will lead the holy people to level you Qingyun Mountain! Destroy Qingyun gate! No dogs and no chickens

In the words, the evil people behind yuyangzi immediately cheered and sneered.

"Kill all the disciples of Qingyun! No dogs and no chickens

The momentum of the evil way reached its peak. As soon as yuyangzi waved his hand, all the masters of the evil cult were shining. It was obvious that he didn't want to say much, and he was about to start at once.

In view of this situation, Qingyun also immediately urged the magic weapon to swallow their saliva and prepare for the enemy.

At this time, a sudden change