"Poison King? Master of the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain Sect? The Dharma Conference is coming soon. Poison King will not go to Jinyu State, but will follow the Taoist friends around southern Xinjiang. Could the Taoist friends have robbed him of some treasure?"

Su Zinan became more and more curious about this group of people, each one becoming more mysterious than the last.

One can form his own lineage in Tianhao Tower, and the other has some grudges with Wandu Mountain, but these people have not been well-known before.

He finally understood why Taoism and Buddhism guarded the Wuxiang Immortal Sect so tightly.

The Wuxiang Immortal Sect has been exterminated for so long, and has fallen to this level. Its inheritance has been scattered, and it has cultivated many masters, and not all of them are here today.

If someone raises their arms and shouts, they can make a comeback and return to the top forces in one fell swoop!

All they need is an opportunity.

In today's world, the whereabouts of the transformed gods are unknown, and the law will lead all parties to Jinyu State, so they dare to act boldly, but these cannot be regarded as opportunities.

The only 'opportunity' is the appearance of a god-transformation monk from the Wuxiang Immortal Sect!

Otherwise, no matter how many masters there are, they will not be able to stop the Taoist and Buddhist siege.

Thinking of this, Su Zinan's smile became even brighter.

"The Ten Thousand Poison Mountains are nothing but poisons and insects. What treasures can there be?" The strange-faced man said with disdain, "I just killed a few blind guys at random."

These words attracted everyone's attention.

To be able to make the Poison King persevere in pursuit, this person must have killed at least one elder-level person, and probably more than one.

While speaking, all Wudao were unaffected and prepared to open the Immortal Gate of Wuxiang.

Zhu Wudao took out a dozen yellow talismans.

The thin talisman paper was engraved with densely packed runes, drawn with the blood of an unknown creature, exuding a strange blood light.

In the center of each talisman paper, there is a word "forbidden".

Then, Zhu Wudao took out another jade seal.

The jade seal is opaque, turbid inside, and has a yellowish surface with no luster. It looks like an ancient artifact with age, but it doesn't look like a treasure.

There is also a word "forbidden" below the jade seal, the shape of which is similar to that on the talisman paper.

Zhu Wudao raised his hand gently, and the jade seal slowly flew up.

In an instant, Tenglong Cliff was filled with precious light.

The center of the precious light is the jade seal, like a cold moon, the cold light shines through every corner of the cliff, dispelling the darkness. The strange wind that keeps coming all the time touches the cold light, and it stagnates, and the momentum is greatly reduced.

The cold light even rushed out of Tenglong Cliff, and the surviving disciples of Taiyue Sect on the main peak could see the changes taking place here.

"what is that?"

"Tenglongya! Someone broke into the lord's dojo!"

…

There were just a few people shouting in surprise, but when the Great Elder glanced at them, they all fell silent and concentrated on mobilizing the formation to defend against foreign enemies.

The Great Elder's Taoist name was Hua Chenzi. He stared at Tenglong Cliff, just like Yue Lingtian when he first learned about this, he was very surprised.

"In Tenglong Cliff?"

…

The border between Nanzhou and Manzhou.

Dangerous mountains and deep valleys can be seen everywhere.

There happen to be two large rivers here, running between the valleys, forming an angle, and finally meeting in the front.

It is worth mentioning that one of the two rivers is indigo and the other is pink, and there are countless gorgeous petals floating on the river.

People born in the two southern states will know that the water is poisonous when they see the colors of these two rivers, and they will never get even half a step closer to them.

This is indeed the case. The two rivers pass through two poisonous places respectively. The poison is integrated into the water. Life on both sides of the river is gone, and the vegetation dries up.

The most bizarre thing is that when the two poisonous rivers intersect, the color of the river water changes from being distinct at the beginning to becoming transparent again in the end.

The toxins in the two rivers seemed to have been neutralized and returned to normal. They could be drank directly, and the life on the riverbanks became rich again.

This is not an isolated case in the two Nanman states. There are too many wonderful sights here.

Along the river, there are villages and villages where ordinary people live together.

Although there is no shortage of water, the living environment is still very harsh and difficult.

Immortal cultivators are so high up that they rarely see the sufferings of mortals. If someone looks down, they will find that many villages are worshiping a strange statue.

There are five five-color jade pieces inserted in the crown of the statue, which is the statue of the Gu God Sect.

After years of development, the tentacles of the Gu God Cult have quietly extended to all parts of southern Xinjiang.

The villagers are not engaged in production, as if they have received some kind of order. Since some time ago, they have gathered together almost every night, taking the elixir given by the Gu God Cult, and seeking bliss from the hallucinations.

And this is exactly what the Gu God Cult preaches, only those who believe can enter the Vacuum Fairyland. Under this belief, their waking time is getting less and less.

Everyone looks like crazy and is filled with the meaning of madness.

Above the poisonous indigo river, two figures suddenly appeared.

One of them was wearing a colorful robe with complicated patterns, and the decoration on the clothes was extremely complicated, but it didn't look messy at all, and it had a strange beauty.

This person has a very beautiful face, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, and his eyebrows are both stern and soft.

He is none other than the famous Poison King, the Master of Ten Thousand Poison Mountains!

Another person walked on the river as fast as flying, stepping on the river surface as if walking on flat ground, without any water waves, and was no slower than the Poison King.

This man was seven feet tall, handsome and handsome, with a scar on his head. He was actually a monk.

The monk and the poison king happen to be at two extremes.

He only had a Bai Nie robe on him. Apart from that, there were no extra decorations, not even Buddhist beads. The Bai Nie robe was also a little old and faded.

While walking, the monk kept walking and his arms swung naturally, without any feeling of strenuousness at all, as if he was just doing it casually.

His hands were as big as cattail fans, with rough skin on his fingers and bulging joints, clearly a pair of hands for rough work.

When outsiders see the monk, they think he is an ascetic.

"Master has been with me for so long. Looking at the environment in southern Xinjiang, is it worse than in the west?" Poison King's voice had a feminine feel.

The monk's Buddhist name is Huaiyin.

Huaiyin recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha! The southern border is full of spiritual energy. This alone is far inferior to that of the western land!"

The Poison King chuckled softly and said: "The Southern Border is not as good as the hinterland of the Central Plains, but it is far better than the Western Territory. Zhongzhou, the metropolis, is a place where all the splendors of the world gather. It seems that it is not an empty lie. I am in a different place.

I may not be able to reach the current state of cultivation. When I have free time, I will also ask the Zen Academy to send me to travel to the Western Lands to see the outside world."

Seeing that Huaiyin remained silent and shook his head as if he was looking for something, Poison King said again: "Master, please be patient. The places you and I have traveled are not as good as those of the two southern barbarian states. This time, due to my affairs, the master missed the grand meeting.

Even if I use all the strength of the entire sect, I will help the master find that spiritual object."

"Thank you for your trouble, fellow Taoist," Huaiyin thanked him.

The Poison King said with emotion: "A top-notch physical practitioner like the master can already restrain poison. When the master refines that spiritual object, it will not only achieve great magical power, but also add some ability to restrain poison. I can only

I feel defeated."

"My fellow Taoist masters of poison are unparalleled, but the poor monk's mere path is of no concern. Although the things that the poor monk needs grow in a poisonous environment, they come out of the sludge without being stained, and have nothing to do with the poisonous path," Huaiyin explained.

"Oh? But I was the one who made the first impression."

The Poison King was surprised and confessed his shortcomings. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly felt something in his heart, his escape skills surged, and he appeared at the end of the river in an instant.

He stood still, and then Huaiyin came with empty steps. There was no wind and no sound, only the corners of his clothes swayed.

The Poison King was secretly awestruck, and without saying a word, he flew to the center of the river. With his right hand downwards, he extended his food and middle fingers and thrust them into the river.

Immediately afterwards, the colors of the two poisonous rivers faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared. The jade-white fingers of the Poison King were dyed indigo and pink respectively, but they immediately returned to normal.

At the same time, the river water rolled back and separated from the middle to both sides, exposing the river bed.

Du Wang and Huai Yin fell to the bottom of the river.

look around.

Huaiyin suddenly said: "This person has not left Nanzhou! The poor monk had doubts before. This person left too many flaws. It seems that he was chased too closely by fellow Taoists and had no time to make detailed arrangements, so the traces were exposed

.Since he wants to lure us out of Nanzhou, it means that he must still be in Nanzhou!"

"Master, what you said makes sense! I wonder if there is anything in Nanzhou that deserves that traitor's nostalgia. Go back and look for it. Maybe Elder Ming and the others will find something."

The Poison King nodded slightly, not surprised, but obviously also suspicious.

For them, sometimes just a little doubt is enough to make a judgment, and it is not necessary to find sufficient evidence.

The two of them passed by Manzhou and returned to Nanzhou.

…

Tenglong Cliff.

With a "clatter" sound, the magic talismans were opened one by one.
To be continued...