Chapter 1779 (1/2)
Xiao Yifeng didn't give them a chance. In less than a minute, the poisonous king Gu spent a lot of time to cultivate thousands of poisonous snakes, insects and scorpions.
He was completely burned by the red fire, and there was a smell of barbecue in the air.
”OK, it's over!”
Xiao Yifeng clapped his hands and said with a smile.
”You still have fire?”
Yuan Zhimo looks at Xiao Yifeng in surprise.
”It's just a fire!”
Xiao Yifeng said with disapproval.
”You are really powerful. There are both sky fire and earth fire, but what should we do next? I don't know where the red phosphorus fruit is? ”
Yuan Zhimo's eyes twinkled.
”There are many strong people in the poison King Valley. Let's not act rashly for the time being!”
Xiao Yifeng said in a deep voice. His perspective eyes have already explored the valley of poison king. His strength is no worse than that of Wanxiang sect.
In the main hall of the poison King Valley, Yang Wanqian is sitting here practicing, and a figure suddenly rushes in.
”What's the matter?”
Looking at someone breaking in, Yang Wanqian frowned, his face sank and his eyes twinkled.
”Valley master, those poisons, they...”
The man hesitated.
”What's the matter?”
Yang Wanqian said in a deep voice.
”They were all burned to ashes by the fire released by the boy. There was no one left!”
Said the man.
”What?”
Yang Wanqian's face immediately changed, his expression was extremely ugly, and his eyes were cold.
”Damned boy, I underestimated him, and I live in Dihuo!”
Yang Wanqian's face was ferocious and his whole body was filled with a terrible poisonous gas.
”Keep an eye on them. Tomorrow is the day for the altar to worship the ancestors. I'm going to throw them into the poison pool. This time I'm going to see if they will die!”
Yang Wanqian cheered coldly, with a cold breath all over his body.
The next day, somewhere in the poison King's Valley, hundreds of members above the cave of poison King's Valley gathered at this moment, all wearing a special dress.
With a respectful look on his face, he faced a statue in front of them. The owner of the statue was the first generation of poison king, the ancestor of their poison King Valley.
Soon, Yang Wanqian and a group of poison King Valley elders came here and knelt down respectfully in front of the statue.
”Open the altar poison pool!”
Then Yang Wanqian began to shout.
Immediately, four old people in similar sacrificial costumes stepped onto the high platform with the statue in front of them, standing in front of the statue, waving their hands quickly and pinching the yinjue.
Boom boom!
Bursts of roaring sound, followed by the statue in front of the ground directly appeared a huge black pool, this black pool is like a cosmic black hole, as if it can devour everything.
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