The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Although the strength displayed by Murong Bai is not bad, the Poison God is confident that if he makes another move, he will definitely kill Murong Bai and avenge his apprentice.

Not far away from Reverend Daoxuan, following Yuyangzi's serious injury, Qinglong, Youji, Baiduzi and other masters of the Demon Cult have begun to retreat.

Uncle Zeng flew to Murong Bai's side as early as the first time, the palm of the Poison God just now made him so angry that his eyes were tearing apart, now he wished he could take one step at a time, and stand in front of his son in the shortest possible time .

Reverend Daoxuan was afraid that Zeng Shuchang alone would not be able to stop the Poison God who was currently surrounded by hatred and anger, so he hurriedly turned his head and gave instructions to Taoist Cangsong, signaling that he would also rush over there to help, "Junior brother, hurry up." Go rescue Nephew Zeng!"

Then he yelled softly at Tian Buyi, Master Shuiyue and other chiefs, elders and others, and stared at Yu Yangzi and other members of the Demon Sect with cold eyes like knives.

"Everyone else, join the old Taoist to slay demons and demons!"

As soon as the order was issued, all the Qingyun sect roared up, chasing after Yuyangzi, Mrs. Sanmiao and others who were fleeing towards the ghost king.

Due to the participation of masters from Tianyin Temple, such as Pukong and Pufang, it was difficult for Ghost King to open up the situation in a short time.

At this moment, although he was holding a magic knife in his palm, under the bombardment of the golden bowl of the Buddha in Master Pukong's hand, it was difficult to find a chance to escape.

Therefore, up to now, he still hasn't started the work of deciphering the Qingyunmen's mountain protection formation.

On the contrary, it was because the ghost king was entangled by two masters, Pukong and Pufang, so that Suru, who was holding the Moxue Immortal Sword, was killing all directions there with the cooperation of Master Puzheng of Tianyin Temple.

Right now, many elite disciples of the demon sect who followed the ghost king died under Suru's sword.

第622章 第六摆22章 阴险算计

Chapter 622

"Little thief, don't die yet!"

Although I have seen that Yuyangzi and others have already started to flee to the ghost king, and Zeng Shuchang and Cangsong Taoist, the two leaders of Qingyun sect, are also coming to kill me, but at this moment, in the eyes of the poison god, they will Only Murong Bai was left.

Staring at Murong Bai who seemed to be in a state of exhaustion, the God of Poison was unwilling to give up this golden opportunity to avenge his apprentice.

He is already old, judging from the extraordinary demeanor that Murong Bai showed today, it will not take a hundred years, maybe only ten years later, this rising star of Qingyun sect will become a top master who is well-known all over the world.

The Poison God is not sure whether he still has the strength to fight Murong Bai again by then, so at this moment, he is actually determined to take the risk of dying here, intending to make another strong move, insisting on killing Murong Bai The head can not be removed!

After yelling angrily, the Poison God shook his sleeve violently, and immediately, from the left palm of the Poison God, a small cloth bag with simple and simple patterns on it was held up.

"All poison returns to the sect bag!"

Not far away, Uncle Zeng, who was flying towards Murong Bai in a hurry, saw the God of Poison take out such a thing, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but yelled.

The Bag of All Poisons Returning to the Sect is a magic treasure that is as famous as Fulongding, Blood-devouring Orb, and Acacia Bell. Even if the poisonous mist and miasma hidden in it are released, it can turn a top cultivator into a magic weapon in an instant. Bones, it can be said that they will die when they are rubbed, and they will die when they are touched.

With Zeng Shuchang's eyesight, of course he could recognize the origin of such a magic weapon in the hands of the Poison God in an instant.

Worried about Murong Bai's safety, Zeng Shuchang couldn't help pushing his Yuan Gong to the extreme, using the method of combining human and sword, and went straight to the back of the Poison God.

It's near, it's near!

Zeng Shuchang gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were bloodshot.

He didn't dare to think about what kind of unacceptable consequences he would face if he was really slow.

Uncle Zeng could only make himself faster, fly to Murong Bai's side faster, and even faster, hold the sword in front of Murong Bai.

This is his most basic responsibility as a father!

However, Zeng Shuchang didn't know that Murong Bai, who seemed to be in a desperate situation, actually still had strength to spare, and was confident enough to withstand the attack of the poisonous god.

He didn't even know that at this moment, on the right hand of the Poison God tucked into his sleeve, there was a ferocious seven-tailed centipede lurking, just like the sinister and vicious hidden in the eyes of the Poison God...

"Father!"

"Poison God, damn you!!"

No one expected that the God of Poison took the most precious treasure of the Demon Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Returning Bag in his hand, and stared at Murong Bai with a killer attitude, but it was only a feint.

Zeng Shuchang was in a hurry and didn't notice for a while, but was firmly bitten on the wrist by the seven-tailed centipede released by the poison god, and a black air suddenly floated on Zeng Shuchang's face.

Immediately, the God of Poison gave another palm, and hit Zeng Shuchang who had already been poisoned in the chest.

Not far away, Murong Bai's eyes were tearing from the sight, but the poisonous mist released by the God of Poison with the Bag of Ten Thousand Poisons made it difficult for Murong Bai to get close to the God of Poison in a short time. Zeng Shuchang, who wanted to die at the hands of the God of Poison.

Fortunately, Zeng Shuchang didn't come to help alone, behind him was the chief Taoist Cangsong of Longshou Peak, who knew the magic skills of Wandumen very well.

"boom--"

The two palms were exchanged, and the Poison God and the Cangsong Taoist who arrived in time were each shocked back a few feet.

The God of Poison jumped away with his strength, while Taoist Cangsong embraced the poisoned Zeng Shuchang in his arms.

"Brother, hold on!"

Putting one hand on Zeng Shuchang's back, the supernatural power of the same origin, along the meridians of Zeng Shuchang's back, was continuously sent into his body.

In addition, Zeng Shuchang's current cultivation is not considered weak, and the two of them worked together to temporarily suppress the poison of the seven-tailed centipede.

"How is my son?"

After spitting out a mouthful of poisonous blood, Zeng Shuchang, who finally regained some energy, asked about Murong Bai's safety at the first sentence.

Taoist Cangsong heard it, but couldn't help showing a strange light in his eyes.

With a strange expression on his face, he raised his hand and pointed at Murong Bai's position, and then said to Zeng Shuchang, "He is fine."

After taking a few more glances at Murong Bai, who could overwhelm even two masters of the magic sect with just one person, Taoist Cangsong, who had always been unsmiling, now revealed a lot of tenderness and tenderness from his brows and eyes. gratified.