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With a long breath, Fan Xiong, the great disciple whom Poison God had taken during his lifetime, shook his hand fiercely and threw the body of a disciple of the Wanpo Sect who had been scratched by him to the side. The body flew through the air and smashed the altar in front of the mourning hall with a bang, falling down.

It seemed like there was a demon sneering in the dark, or that he wanted to give a memorial to the leader of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect who killed people during his lifetime. Inside and outside the mourning hall where the Poison God's coffin was located, blood was already flowing in a river, and the corpses of disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were everywhere.[.]

A strong smell of blood is floating in the air.

At this moment, the three disciples of the Poison God, Fan Xiong, Cheng Wuya and Duan Rushan have been fighting for several days. Except for some of the leaders with advanced Taoism, most of the ordinary Wanpo Sect disciples have been killed or injured. The fierce internal fighting has made these three people fighting for power have already red eyes and almost fell into madness. They have no idea that the poisonous snake valley has become a pot of porridge.

On the altar table in the mourning hall, there was a box containing the door owner's seal, and it was still lying there quietly, watching all this coldly.

It seemed as if I was tired of killing, the battles inside and outside the mourning hall gradually subsided, but the tense atmosphere was even more extreme.

Surrounded by four strange-looking old men, the third old Duan Rushan flashed fiercely with his eyes. He looked at Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya who were separated in front of him and sneered: "I say two senior brothers, are you still unwilling to give up? Now, who else can take it out except the few old guys around you?"

Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya looked at each other and saw a hint of despair in each other's scarlet eyes. Since the sudden sound of strange sounds in the mourning hall last night, the three factions that had been wary of each other immediately rushed into the mourning hall, fearing that the sect leader's seal was stolen by others.

In that chaotic situation, countless people rushed into the mourning hall, and naturally they believed that the other party had planned to break the agreement and came to rob the leader of the sect. In a few words, they had already killed each other.

So far, the result of the three factions' melee has finally become clearer. Duan Rushan, the third brother who has always been weak in Taoism, has gradually overwhelmed Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya with his strong strength.

At this moment, except for the old vampire demon who was still standing behind them, Duanmu Ancestor Duanmu had less than ten people, and they had no bargaining chips in their hands.

Not only are the four elders of the Poison Sect guarding, but there are at least hundreds of people in open and secretly. Among them, there are many masters. Sixty percent of the Wanpo Sect's strong strength is in Duan Rushan's hands, which is more than before the war begins, which is beyond their expectations.

Seeing that the defeat was decided, Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya's eyes were full of unwillingness, but they could not say anything after all. Seeing the appearance of the two senior brothers, Duan Rushan couldn't help laughing. He had always had two domineering senior brothers above him, and the master's poison god loved Qin Wuyan even more. Only he has always been ignored. After enduring for so many years, he can finally be proud and not make him ecstatic.

Duan Rushan walked forward arrogantly, and the four old guards of the Poison Sect were around him. Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya watched him walk to the front of the altar and stand in front of the box, clenched their fists tightly, and the sound of teeth clenching, obviously in his heart.

However, in Duan Rushan's eyes, their anger is undoubtedly the favorite of the winners. He even felt that it was only when he was above everyone else that he would not waste his life.

Duan Rushan laughed loudly, with a arrogant attitude, and reached out his hand with great pride and held the green box in his hand.

Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya roared at the same time and took a step forward, but the four elders of the Poison Sect immediately turned around and looked at them. At the same time, Duan Rushan's subordinates rushed over and surrounded them. The two of them looked like fire was about to spit out of their eyes, and they stared at the box in Duan Rushan's hand from afar.

Duan Rushan laughed even more proudly, and he twisted the lock buckle with pride and opened the box. He saw a golden silk in the bottom of the box. A dark brown seal was placed in the middle of the silk. A lifelike little snake was carved above the seal. Although it was not turned over, everyone present, including Duan Rushan, knew that four words were engraved under the small seal:

The God Seal of Ten Thousand Poisons.

Duan Rushan looked around arrogantly, his eyes staying on Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya's faces for a long time. After fully enjoying the joy of the winner, Duan Rushan smiled. Although this smile seemed a little weird and fierce because of the blood splashed on his face, he picked up the Ten Thousand Poisons Seal and turned it over. He wanted to be fine and carefully look at this symbol representing the supreme power of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

At that moment, there was no sound in the mourning hall except for Fan Xiong and Cheng Wuya's angry gasp. As we watched, a new generation of Wandu Sect leader was about to be born.

Suddenly, just as everyone held their breath, Duan Rushan actually let out a heart-wrenching roar, and the box in his hand and the vital poisonous divine seal fell underground. Everyone was shocked and looked at him together, and after a moment, they were all shocked.

Duan Rushan, who was still arrogant just now, was trembling all over, and his face completely lost its blood, especially his hands.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into an extremely strange dark color.

A moment later, a low flap of wings came from his hands, and a strange flying insect flew up between his fingers.

All those present were veterans in the Wanpo Sect. Although the monster insect flew extremely fast, they almost saw it clearly. The old blood-sucking demon first exclaimed: "Seven-tailed centipede, that is the seven-tailed centipede!"

The sound was like a shaking roar, which shocked everyone. Everyone looked at Duan Rushan together, and saw that his whole body was shaking more and more violently. An old man next to him was about to reach out to pull it, but his hand only touched his clothes slightly. Suddenly his body shook, and he screamed and flew backwards. In a moment, his right hand became dark.

Duanmu, who was standing in the distance, contracted his pupils and said with a sharp voice: "Carrot moss..."

The poisoned old man exclaimed loudly. The other old man next to him roared without thinking, and fucked the broken chair leg of an unknown chair that fell beside him, and slashed it at his right hand. Under his profound knowledge, the chair leg was as strong as a blade, and cut off the right arm of the poisoned old man. Then the old man immediately threw the chair leg out, as if he was afraid that his hand would end up with the same consequences.

The legs of the chair were flying in the air, and everyone could not stop.

At this moment, Duan Rushan's face was already dark, and everyone clearly saw that his two completely black hands had broken apart with a puff of skin, and what was flowing out was actually black blood.

For a moment, but the creepy "puff, puff, puff" sound kept ringing. Duan Rushan, the two most poisonous poisons in the world, had flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and fell to the ground depressedly. After struggling for a while, he never moved again.

Fan Xiong stared at this junior brother who was still rampant the moment before but now he had already returned to the west, and suddenly turned around and shouted: "Qin Wuyan, you treacherous beast, get out of here!"
Chapter completed!