Chapter 901: Next, Wu Jia

When Liu Zhongyi entered the poisonous sect.
The entire poisonous sect had a harsh voice.
Like what insects are humming.
Moreover, the sound of this humming sounds as if it is full of fear.
Liu Zhongyi’s face showed a sneer.
When he came to this place, he felt a chill.
Although, the poison sect is better than the ghosts who have been blessed.
However, it is still a group of young people.
Relying on raising poisonous poisons to enhance their combat effectiveness, how to see is not a correct way, and, if they want to improve the strength of their own poison, they must have human life, such as blood.
It’s just that the poisonous people are very smart. They know that they are in the heavens and the land, and in the cultivation of the fairyland, there is nothing to toss, but once they have tossed into the secular world, the dragon pavilion will not let go, so they have been wandering around. Outside the red line, I dare not go beyond the thunder pool.
This time, after the recovery of Aura, they were a little more active, and the Dragon Pavilion’s attention to the poison sects has also increased a lot.
"The trough! How is my corpse dead!"
"Master, my life is dead!"
"Not good, my little black can't work..."
Although Liu Zhongyi has not yet taken the shot after entering the poison sect, there are already some weaker poisonous insects that have been directly killed by this arrogance.
In the case of the above, it is being played in every corner of the poison.
And some of the more powerful poisonous insects, even with the support of the owner's strength, began to tremble, and passed away.
Poison.
The main cabinet.
The two men rushed in together.
"The sovereign, not good!"
One of the men groaned and fell.
The man standing in the pavilion has already sighed.
" Needless to say, I know." Wang Yunciu, the lord of the poisonous sect, turned his hair white at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although the poisonous patriarch was eighty years old, but because of the body name, He has been maintaining his 30-year-old appearance, but now he is gradually becoming old, and the two lords who come in are also stunned, realizing that they are not just them, even the worms of their own lords. At this time, changes have also taken place.
"There are high people visiting, let me go out and see." Wang Chengxiu sighed and said.
In fact, when Liu Zhongyi entered the poison sect, he was already aware of it.
The sect of the poison sect is much more mysterious than the sect of the sect. It is harder to break open than to climb the sky. Even if there is a cultivator who has the ancient martial arts, there is no way to go, unless it is this ancient Wuzhen. The cultivator of the martial arts is also proficient in the enchantment of the enchantment, but the other party’s coming to the poison sect is almost a matter of a moment. It has not taken too much time with the enchantment, and the strength of the other party has reached a terrible point.
Who is it? Is it the Dragon King of the Dragon Pavilion?
impossible.
During this time, their poisonous sects are fairly honest, and they have not done anything that hurts the world. The amount... even if it is done, it is very secretive. It is absolutely impossible for anyone to discover it, so the dragon’s fire can’t burn. The poison is here.
In addition, he also felt a sense of arrogance.
Such awe-inspiring temperament seems to be only available to those who enter the Confucianism.
Looking at the whole of China, those who enter the Confucianism are still able to go to the building on Sunday. Although the other party is a master, it is only half a step of Confucianism, and it is impossible to have such a strong strength.
Who is the one?
Out of the main cabinet, listening to those piercing humming sounds, Wang Chengxiu's face became more and more ugly.
Finally, he stopped and looked up and looked at the middle-aged man who was suspended in the air. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Even if the other party has not yet started, just look at the person who is shrouded in the light column, he feels a great pressure.
The chest is like a big stone, and it will soon be breathless.
As for the two church owners around him, there are other ghost disciples.
They didn't even have the courage to look up Liu Zhongyi.
It seems that there is an invisible hand that holds down their neck.
Sweat, drop by drop.
"Tick, tick"
Falling on the bluestone board at the foot.
People who don’t know think it’s raining.
"For me to sing for students, the poison sect wants to kill my students several times."
Every word is like a burst out of Hong Zhong. It is full of strength and awe.
"..." Hearing the other party's words, Wang Chengxiu stunned.
He has not seen Liu Zhongyi, but he believes in the words of the other party.
Think about it too.
The speed of cultivation of Gaoge is really strange.
He said that he has no background, just a mess, no strong master... who believes?
Therefore, the other party is now looking for the trouble of their poison, and it is really impossible to pick it up.
In fact, even if they take the reason, what about?
Everyone is an adult.
People like them, if they have to make a point of saying whatever they are doing, what is the use of repairing?
Finally, Liu Zhongyi fell to the palm of his hand. Within the poisonous sect, all the poisonous insects unfolded and turned into a fog.
"The things that are so sinister and evil must not remain in this world." Liu Zhongyi said calmly, there is no anger in the tone, no sarcasm, no complicated feelings.
But every word is like a hammer with the same handle falling from the sky, falling on the body of the poison.
So many people present, almost every one, have their own life-threatening worms.
The life-threatening worms are closely related to their vitality.
"Is the predecessor really going to destroy my poison?" Wang Yuxiu suddenly raised his head, and his eyes began to bleed.
He desperately mobilized the aura of his body, nourished the poisonous insects in the body, and maintained his vitality for the time being, but the poisonous disciples behind him fell down one by one, and they continued to explode the blood fog on their chests. This is their The life of the poisonous insect.
Liu Zhongyi snorted and fell.
In an instant, Wang Yixiu felt an irresistible force and attacked himself.
He spit out blood in one bite, and finally he couldn’t resist the poisonous insects in the body and turned into blood, and fell to the ground.
"The next one is the Wu family."
Liu Zhongyi swept a circle, and there were still some people living in the poison sect. It was because they didn’t even have the ability to raise the worm. If such a person could pose a threat to the song, he would instead produce it for his own student. Deep doubts.
The key is.
Liu Zhongyi realized that the loss of his own body is getting faster and faster.
in other words.
His time is running out.
Under the fearful eyes of those surviving poisonous disciples, Liu Zhongyi turned and left to go to the next destination.