Wanpozi Gate General Altar, Poisonous Snake Valley.

People in the world think that the "Viral Snake Valley" that controls poisonous miasma and poisonous fog is also known as the local name. It is full of poisonous snakes and insects, and the toxic miasma is densely packed with, which is the most powerful and dangerous place in the world.

But in fact, it's exactly the opposite.

The Poisonous Snake Valley is a dangerous place that is difficult to reach, but it is not because of poisonous substances everywhere, but because of the disciples of the Wanpo Sect who live here.

The Viper Snake Valley is actually a great place to be shaded by green trees, blooming flowers, turbulent flow, and beautiful and elegant scenery. In addition, the valley is decorated with masters, pavilions, towers, water pavilions and carved railings are just like embedded in the valley, which complements the strange mountains, stones, flowers, plants and trees. The beauty of the Viper Snake Valley alone can be compared with the "Hehuan School" Wanhua Valley.

Deep inside the valley.

Inside an exquisite courtyard.

The courtyard here is spacious and quiet, with a three-point view than other places. This courtyard alone seems to include all the wonderful scenery in the valley. If the beautiful scenery of the Poison Snake Valley is a total of one bucket, the courtyard will occupy seven points. Therefore, it is the residence of the Poison God, the real pillar of the Ten Thousand Poisons.

Water pavilions and pavilions in Taichung.

The poisonous god's tall body was curled up in a large sandalwood chair, and the brocade quilt was gently squinted, covering his legs and feet. He looked a little more haggard as an older person.

When meeting with the ghost kings and thousands of people in Heyang City, Yu Yangzi and others in Changshengtang, the poisonous god did this to show that the enemy was weak and wanted to use this to touch the thoughts of the sect leaders of other sects.

In the past few years after returning to the valley to recuperate, the Poison God is still so old-fashioned, but none of the disciples in the sect dares to ignore him from this.

But in fact, only Poison God knows best - he is indeed a bit old.

The Poison God became famous quite early, and he was already a banner-like figure in the Holy Church, and was admired by the disciples of the Holy Church in the world. Behind his unparalleled reputation, it also means that the Poison God is indeed old enough. The same injury is under the evil power of the "Zhuxian Sword Formation". Ten thousand people go there. After Madam San Miao is about to be raised for several years, she gradually recovers.

If Yu Yangzi of Changshengtang had not been implicated by the sect, he would have been unable to rest, and he would have been able to raise him in a few years.

Only the Poison God, although the sword also slowed down, was inevitable that time would be ruthless, which made him hurt the fundamentals. Delegating the power of the Wandu Sect Master to Qin Wuyan was both a test-taking and a last resort choice.

As an old poison who has lived for hundreds of years, he knows very well what his unfilial disciples are.

If he really shows up in decline one day in the future, those unfilial people will not only not feel any sad, but will also snatch their cramps and skin them as quickly as possible, chew them up and suck them like bones and suck them marrow!

Let Qin Wuyan fight with his senior brothers, and the Poison God has also made up his mind to try those unfilial people.

If there are some people who are confused about desire and really think that the poisonous god is useless and jump out and disobey him, then he will take this opportunity to use his ruthless actions and clean up all these arrogant idiots!

In the pavilion and Taichung, Qin Wuyan sat on the other side.

He smiled respectfully and carefully treated the tea set in front of him. While accompanying his master to enjoy the scenery and comfort him, he also cooked a pot of fragrant tea for him with his own hands.

Qin Wuyan was keenly aware of the poisonous god's thoughts.

It is precisely because of this that no matter how busy the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is, he will take time to visit and accompany his master. Even the major events in the sect, regardless of whether the Poison God cares or not, Qin Wuyan will tell him the story of anecdotes.

The Poison God looked at his disciples and passed the boiling water over and over the tea leaves. He frowned impatiently and said, "It's just a tea, why is it so troublesome? It takes so long?"

Qin Wuyan's hand movements did not stop, and he explained patiently with a smile: "Master, the 'ruiye' tea is not as good as the others. It is necessary to boil water seven times before it can truly inspire the fragrance of the tea, and the taste is the deepest. You are always waiting for a while, and I will never let you down in vain!"

The poisonous god rolled his eyes and hummed, "Please!"

After a while, the tea was poured, Qin Wuyan gave it to the poison god and said, "Master, try it."

The poisonous god took the teacup, blew his breath and drank it all in a few big mouthfuls. Qin Wuyan asked, "Master, what do you think?"

The poisonous god handed the tea cup back and said lightly: "It's tasteless!"

Qin Wuyan pondered for a moment and nodded, "It seems that my disciple is not good at skill and I have used less 'ruiye'. Master sits for a moment, and I will try pouring a pot of tea for another way."

Just as he was about to get up and do it again, he heard the poisonous god say, "No need. I asked you to come today because I wanted to introduce you to a few people, so that you would not suffer the consequences of the Ghost King Sect and the father and daughter."

Qin Wuyan showed a little shocked and raised his head and said, "Master, have you heard of it too?"

"Hmph." The poisonous god half opened his eyes, glanced at him sideways, and then slowly turned his eyes away, "Thousands of people are always talented and wiser, which is even more difficult to deal with than the previous Ghost King. There are always people in the Holy Sect that mysterious "The Book of Heaven" fell into his hands. I think seven out of ten is true. The Ghost King Sect can rise in such a short time is proof!"

"As the saying goes, 'Have a sharp blade, killing will arise,' it is not surprising that the Ghost King Sect will have the intention to compete with me, Wandu Sect. When you first master Wandu Sect, and you have some incompetent senior brothers who are dragging their legs, you will be trapped and fight with him, so naturally you have no chance of winning."

The words of the Poison God did not make Qin Wuyan feel relaxed, but he had to sigh in relief on the surface: "Master, a clear explanation!"

The Poison God ignored him and continued to look deep, "If you have to plan and then move against ten thousand people to such people, you either don't take action or you will have to make a decision! If the Holy Church can lose one Changsheng Hall, then what if you don't have one Ghost King Sect?"

His calm words seemed to have a thunder in Qin Wuyan's heart.

"Master," Qin Wuyan looked at the old man who looked depressed on the sandalwood chair in horror, "But, in this way, will the power of my Holy Sect decline to the extreme, and how can we compete with the righteous sect at that time?"

"I'm foolish!"

The poisonous god sighed, and his old eyes suddenly burst into divine light, and he sneered, "You must know that anything in the world may be lacking, but people cannot. And there are no lack of sinister and cunning people who do evil! Do you think that if the Ghost King Sect is missing, there will be no one in the Holy Sect?"

The poisonous god shook his head slightly and looked at the courtyard with a faint look: "Maybe there will be a temporary decline, but in the end you will find that there are less competition from other sects, and there are so many disciples who are willing to join the Holy Church that you cannot imagine!"

Qin Wuyan took a deep breath and bowed and said, "Disciple is taught!"

About two quarters of an hour later.

A disciple of Wanpo Sect came to report that someone in the valley was invited to visit. Qin Wuyan looked at his master, the God of Poison, and after receiving his instructions, he asked the disciple to invite the guest to the other courtyard.

After the disciple was ordered to retreat, the Poison God slowly spoke: "If you want to deal with the Ghost King Sect, it is a bad strategy to fight against the Wanpo Sect with him head-on. Don't hesitate when you can borrow the power elsewhere, and use it if you should." Qin Wuyan nodded and received the teachings: "Disciple understands that people in our holy religion should do whatever they want and not be conservative!"

The wrinkles on the Poison God's face were slightly relieved, and he smiled: "Just understand."

As the two of them spoke, several powerful and congested auras walked into the outside.

Qin Wuyan's attention was immediately attracted by the person he said he wanted to introduce, and looked at the water pavilion in the other courtyard.

There were three people coming, and a sinister old man and a burly giant man nine feet tall. Qin Wuyan's eyes fell on the burly giant man almost instantly, and then he could no longer look away!

What a terrible person he was!

With Qin Wuyan's current cultivation level, facing the giant man is like a domestic rabbit and facing the wolf, tiger and leopard, he is unable to stand ease. The vast and abyss-like terrifying evil aura condenses into the giant man's body, making him feel like a walking disaster. He is afraid and difficult to look directly at.

Just a short distance from the courtyard to the water pavilion, the giant man walked over and made Qin Wuyan stand up suddenly, and his back seemed to be soaked in cold sweat.

Not to mention him, even the knowledgeable poisonous god, after seeing the giant man, his eyes flashed and his face was calm. Unlike Qin Wuyan, he had already recognized the origin of the giant man and said in a slight voice: "Golden Armored Corpse King! Does Yinpu Sect even have such a terrifying thing?"

In an instant, the poisonous god was a little shaken.

Because an unsettling word emerged in his mind - to seek skin from a tiger!

“Hahahaha~”

Before the three of them could enter the pavilion, a burst of laughter came from behind the giant man and the sinister old man, and then a young man said in a voice: "Senior Poison God, you are invited to come. Are you feeling good lately?"

The giant man and the old man avoided the side, revealing the young man with evil faces behind him.

When Qin Wuyan saw this person, he blurted out in surprise: "Hey, it's you!"

The young man opened the white bone fracture fan with a "bang" in his hand, and his face was even more evil. His eyes were as clear as water, and there was no smile at all.

"In Yinqi of Xiayin Puppet Sect, I met Brother Qin, and I paid homage to Senior Poison God!"

Yin Qi treated him politely, but then he didn't wait for the two of them to respond. He looked for a seat in the pavilion and sat opposite them, smiling extremely evilly.

After the poisonous god was surprised, he calmed down: "My friend is here, but I am unexpected. If you bring this person, would you give me a warning?"

Yin Qi smiled calmly and comfortably: "Senior, don't misunderstand it. After all, your poisonous snake valley is dangerous and difficult to predict. If you don't prepare some methods, you are afraid that it is easy to enter the valley and leave the valley."

The poisonous god was silent for a moment.

The old and the young looked at each other, and they seemed to have a clarity as they turned their eyes, and then they laughed in unison in a tacit understanding.

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Southern Central.

On the wilderness mountain road.

He dispersed the robbers on the road and dealt with several leaders with bloody aura. Looking at the robbers scattered into the mountains, the girl put the blue-handled sword into the scabbard and sighed, "I didn't expect that after so many years of going up the mountain, the world at the foot of the mountain was still like this, and there was almost no change."

The joy of going down the mountain at the beginning, with the people and things I met during the journey, the girl had long lost the joy of being as free as before, but instead felt a little sad about the current situation.

"Are you okay, Xiaohuan?"

The person who spoke was a girl who seemed to be weak, with her eyebrows and eyes full of cowardice, and even her voice was soft like a white cloud in the sky. Her mind was quite sharp, and she could feel the worries that the girl had added day by day, and she couldn't help but comfort her.

Next to the weak girl, another handsome woman stood.

Although she did not express comfort like a weak girl, her eyes gathered and she also expressed her eyes as she visited her eyes.

It turned out that they were Xiaohuan and his group who were ordered to go down the mountain.

Behind the three, Qu Ying stood there quietly with her long sword on her back. Although she was walking with her during this trip, Qu Ying was just the last guarantee for the three. She would not interfere rashly unless there were huge mistakes in her actions.

"Huh~" Xiaohuan let out a breath of turbid air and smiled brightly on his face, "I'm fine, embroiderer, and Lan Ling, thank you for your concern."

Lan Ling shook his head, held his cheek with his hand, and said thoughtfully: "You humans are really a strange race. They are obviously the same race, but the differences between each other are so huge. In the past, they were just in Qingyun Mountain, and I thought that humans in the world were like this."

Xiaohuan said curiously: "Isn't your clan so chaotic?"

The embroidered lady said first: "The number of mermaids is far less than that of humans. The clan affairs are handled by the great elders and will not kill each other. The number of siren clans is higher than that of us-" As she said that, she looked at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling took it over and said, "We siren live in the deep sea for a long time. Although the number of us is not as large as that of humans, we are also a deep sea clan. The tribes come from many different tribes and often fight with each other. However, the biggest difference between us siren and you humans is that all the tribesmen obey the orders of our tribe. Once the queen orders, no one can violate it!"

"Is that true?"

Xiaohuan frowned and thought for a moment, suddenly had a whim, turned to Qu Ying excitedly and said, "Uncle Qu, do you say that if we humans also had a queen who would not dare to refuse to obey the world, the world would not be so chaotic, and ordinary people would not live so hard, right?"

Qu Ying rubbed her head and said lovingly: "Silly girl, Jiuzhou is so big and there are so many humans. Who can do what you call the world? Don't think about it!"

Xiaohuan obviously knew this, so she sighed sadly: "Yes, uncle. Just the right way, we divided into factions such as "Qingyun Sect", "Tianyin Temple", and "Finxiang Valley". The Demon Sect also divided several major sects. The cultivators are transcendent, but they always influence the mundane world. The cultivation world is in chaos. How can ordinary people in the world seek peace?"

Qu Ying opened her mouth in surprise and said, "You kid, I underestimate you for saying such reasonable words. - You are right. As long as there are differences in the monks in the world, ordinary people will be affected and they will be difficult to find peace. But the specific details are not so simple and pure, like the bandits you meet today - why do other people try to survive in chaos and help others and themselves, but they choose to block the road and rob? "

Xiaohuan frowned and said distressedly: "Uncle Master, can you never solve such a dilemma?"

Qu Ying said: "If you really want to explore this matter, you can ask your master and your grandfather for advice. Compared with them, the uncle of the master is not a little bit different from the world!"
Chapter completed!