Wu Yue thought well, and from the moment he and Zhang Fan entered the poison world, this person has been monitoring them.

At this time, the man was slowly walking towards Wu Yue and Zhang Fan.

His speed didn't seem fast, just like the steps of an old man who came out for a walk after dinner.

But every step he took seemed to take hundreds of meters.

After only three steps, I had already crossed a kilometer and arrived in front of Wu Yue.

At this time, Wu Yue looked at this person carefully.

I saw this man with white hair and beard, wrinkles on his face, and deep ravines left by years on his hands.

It seems that his skin is like the bark of an old tree that has lived for thousands of years.

It can be imagined that this person must have lived for a long time.

And the aura that was so powerful that Wu Yue could not understand was slowly beginning to converge at this time.

Finally, it completely converged into his body.

Looking at him again at this time, he looked like an ordinary old man who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

He looked at Wu Yue with a kind smile on his face, and then looked at Zhang Fan. The sound that was as old as if it had spanned tens of thousands of years slowly spit out from his mouth:

"You... are disciples of Wanpo Poison Valley?"

Wu Yue frowned slightly.

Who is this old monster?

How did he know that I am a disciple of Wanpo Valley?

However, he didn't know that Zhang Fan was a disciple of Wanpo Valley, so this should be considered an advantage.

Wu Yue knew that if this old guy really wanted to kill him, he would not even have the chance to resist together.

So he took back the special poison from the poison blade without any trace.

Zhang Fan's consciousness gradually woke up.

Zhang Fan was slightly surprised when he saw the old man.

How come there are other people here?

The old man saw that Zhang Fan also woke up, smiled and nodded, and then said to Zhang Fan and Wu Yue: "You are disciples of Wanpoison Valley and have come here again. Then you must have heard of the legend of the Martial God Poison World."

Wu Yue frowned slightly again.

But he didn't say anything.

Zhang Fan was a little confused.

Wu Yue only told him that he could become a martial god by entering the Poison Realm, but did not say what the name of the person who became a martial god by Wanpox Valley was named.

The old man ignored Wu Yue's hostility and Zhang Fan's confusion, continued to speak slowly, and said in a voice that seemed to have spanned thousands of years: "The legend of Wan Poison Valley, not long after the immortal world was opened, the master of Wan Poison Valley poisoned the world and became the Martial Saint. And he discovered the Poison World. Then, after suffering in the Poison World, he finally became the Martial God and became a peerless powerful man."

Zhang Fan's consciousness was completely awake at this time, and his heart moved slightly: "So... are you Poisonous World?"

The old man laughed and gently stroked his beard: "As a disciple of Wanpo Valley, you should call me the ancestor."

When Zhang Fan and Wu Yue heard this, they looked at each other and were shocked.

This old man turned out to be the first valley master of Wanpo Valley.

You must know that Wandu Valley has existed for more than 300,000 years.

In this way, this old man has lived for more than 300 years?

Is this a bit too exaggerated?

The old man seemed to understand the shock in Zhang Fan and Wu Yue's hearts, waved his hand and said, "In fact, it's not as long as you imagined. The Poison Realm is a special space, and the passage of time here is only one-tenth of that of the outside world. So in fact, I am only over 30,000 years old now."

Zhang Fan and Wu Yue looked at each other again.

It's not short if you're over 30,000 years old.

You know, in the fairy world, the seventh-level martial saints have only lived for more than seven hundred years.

"Are you really a martial god?"

Zhang Fan asked.

The old man had a kind smile on his face and shook his head: "No, although I have been in more than 30,000 years old, in fact, I have not become a martial god. I can only say that I am the peak martial saint at level ten, and I am still a little short of the martial god."

Wu Yue then asked, "So why did you leave the legend of your becoming the God of Martial God?"

The old man sighed and said, "This matter is a long story. You must know that the total amount of energy in the fairy world is limited. Although energy can be regenerated, the regeneration speed is extremely slow. The lifespan of humans makes it impossible for humans to regenerate the energy needed to achieve the martial god. Every cultivator absorbs more, and other cultivators absorb less. The energy required to achieve the martial god is so huge that it is unimaginable that the energy in the fairy world cannot support so much. Therefore, there has never been a real martial god in the fairy world."

"Later I discovered the Poison Realm, and its time passes by only one-tenth of the Immortal Realm. This allows me to last for more than 300,000 years. With such a long time, enough energy in the Immortal Realm will be regenerated many times. It's just a pity that I'm not allowed to leave frequently after entering the Poison Realm, otherwise the body's aging speed will be much faster. So for these 30,000 years - that is, for more than 300,000 years from the outside world, I can only stay in the Poison Realm forever."

Zhang Fan and Wu Yue didn't say anything when they heard this, and listened quietly to the words of Du Tianxia.

Poison World continued: "But if I stayed in the Poison World, I could not absorb the energy from the Immortal World, and I still could not become a martial god. Later, I thought of a way and sent a message to the Immortal World, saying that as long as two disciples reach the Martial Saint, they could come to the Poison World. After growing into a level ten martial saint here, they could swallow each other and become a martial god.

"So in the next few years, more than 30,000 martial saints were sent in the Wanpoison Valley. Each of them stored a large amount of energy brought in from the fairy world."

Zhang Fan and Wu Yue were both smart people, and when they heard this, they immediately understood.

"So, you have all the martial saints swallowed up?"

Du Tianxia nodded and said, "They are not martial saints, they are just containers, or tools to help me transport energy."

He said this so lightly, as if he was talking about homely things.

But behind this means a terrifying fact: over the past 30,000 years, he has devoured more than 30,000 martial saints. Moreover, these martial saints are all their disciples of Wanpo Valley. This Poison World has blew a huge lie and deceived the disciples of Wanpo Valley for more than 300,000 years.

In the past 300,000 years, more than 30,000 Martial Saints of the Poison Valley have come to the Poison Realm one after another.

In fact, they all brought him energy.

Poisonous world is truly worthy of his name.
Chapter completed!