Because the Poison King Valley has a bad reputation, I have not dealt with people from the other nine sects on weekdays. Even Zhao Wuji, the leader of the Taiji Sect, who is one of the top ten sects, can only escape when he encounters his poisonous power.

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But the scene in front of me was clearly the sword intent of this unknown powerful man who blocked all his poisonous gas.

How is this possible? The Lord of the Poison King Valley was unbelievable and took action again.

"Six Demon Needles!"

The sound of the wind came, and six thin needles as thin as hair and covered with poisonous spirits shot out from the thick black fog at a very fast speed, rubbing through the space and the air to produce a tiny sonic boom.

Before the sound explosion ended, the needle had already reached the space in front of Situ Chen.

But what is even more shocking is that these six needle threads that are almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, like countless black shadows before, stayed two meters away from Situ Chen, as if they had paused, and the speed became

Surprisingly slow.

At this time, a voice came from the black shadow package.

"Is these only the means?"

Situ Chen said in a cold voice. He opened his eyes and his pupils turned into snow-white, a little whiter than his already pale hair.

Situ Chen's eyes were as contempt as ever. He looked down at the sword on his chest and said softly.

"What Feng Yatou said is indeed correct. It's just that all the states of falling that were caused by poisoning have been restored in these days. Except for that move that cannot be used, it is almost the same as when I was at the peak."

I had some questions about what Feng Qingyu said before, after all, this is not an ordinary poison. Even if it is solved, there will be some sequelae.

Now it seems that Feng Yatou's knowledge is far beyond her own!

But thinking about the endless secrets and mysterious origins of that girl. In addition, this time, people from the fairy world only wanted to chase her. All signs can show that Feng Qingyu's identity is not as he imagined.

That's so simple.

But now is not the time to think about this. Situ Chen's thoughts flashed. He slowly raised his head and saw the true body of the Lord of the Poison King Valley hiding in the black fog through the black fog.

"If there is nothing else, I'll take action!"

Good guy, it turns out that Situ Chen has not really taken action so far!

"What's going on? The attack of the old poison is of no use to him?"

In the distance, a disciple of Daozhen Sect who was hiding quietly beside him was observing the movements on the city wall, wanting to wait until the news here is transmitted to his sect.

Suddenly a sound came from behind him, a little familiar, but because of the sudden appearance of the sound, the disciple of the Taoist Zhensect was shocked and subconsciously turned around to look.

When he saw this, the disciples of Daozhen Sect opened their eyes wide and shouted in dismay.

"Second Elder, Third Elder? Why are you here?"

The two people who appeared quietly behind him were clearly the second and third elders who had reached the Tribulation Realm.

The second elder smiled and pointed at him.

"You can sleep for a while. What's next has nothing to do with you."

With a point of advice, the disciple of the Taoist Zhensect felt dizzy and could not stop falling backwards and fainted.

The second elder looked at the third elder with shorter beards and said.

"Is it immune to poison gas, or?"

The third elder shook his head and said, "No, it should be that sword..."


Chapter completed!