"You still have a way to live? haha, fence it up!"

The Poison King Wushu released a terrifying poisonous gas, and the surrounding Wuji Sect and black-robed monks immediately flew from the surrounding area towards the depths of the canyon, blocking more than a hundred Wuji Sect monks.

The Poison King's vultures are still as despicable, insidious and murderous as they were back then: "Lian Yunxian, my little beauty, you dedicated yourself to me hundreds of years ago, we are both old husbands and wives, and we are still so outside? I have been looking for you for hundreds of years, and I will not let you escape again today!"

"Boom, boom!"

Refining Cloud Immortal killed a first-grade true sword, but he didn't expect that now he was a high-level cultivator in the Shattered Realm, and he killed three Huayu Sect cultivators in a row with one sword.

"Hehe, look at how this king cleans you up, you in the past, you are very good in bed, and the taste of this seat has been reminiscent for hundreds of years!"

The Poison King Vulture suddenly made a personal move!

A breath of poisonous gas was spewed, and a bell was condensed from the poisonous gas.

The bell unexpectedly had a unique momentum, surpassing the true sword, the bell shook, and a magic weapon divine power pounced on Lian Yunxian and all the surrounding Wuji Sect cultivators.

Puff puff!

Just as soon as the magic weapon was shocked, this momentum overturned Lian Yunxian, and the first-grade true sword in his hand was instantly shattered.

She vomited blood, and those Wuji Sect monks behind her also flew away, and under the magic weapon of the Poison King Vulture, no one could compete.

The momentum of the bell and the magic weapon divine power are like a catastrophe of heaven and earth for more than a hundred people such as Lian Yunxian and others, and they cannot be resisted at all.

The Poison King Wushu led a group of masters, opened his teeth and claws, and smiled hideously: "Refining Yunxian, this seat belongs to the Hue Feather Sect, and the Feather Sect Master is called a brother and sister, and now controls the Hidden Dragon Continent, as well as the countless surrounding seas, and becomes the supreme, it is the master, it is your blessing for you to serve this seat!"

Lian Yun Immortal supported his body hesitantly: "We have been hiding for all these years, and we also know that the Immortal Transformation Sect is now the master of this world, so we all want to have today's ending, let me serve you?" Hmph, kill me!"

"Take you, I naturally won't let anyone else live, the Huayu Sect doesn't want any disciple of the Wuji Sect to live in this world!"

Sou!

After speaking, the Poison King Wushu was like a poisonous scorpion, rushing towards the Refining Cloud Immortal.

In the face of such speed and momentum, Lian Yunxian trembled and couldn't resist, and the other monks in the back could only watch this scene.

Wow!

Unexpected!

A human figure is even faster than the Poison King's vultures.

Suddenly, it flashed into the air and appeared in front of Lianyun Immortal.

"Zizi!"

Frightened, he was about to catch the Poison King Wushu of the Cloud Refining Immortal, like a kite that had lost its string, frightening from side to side, and hurriedly dodged this figure.

The figure turned into Yang Zhen's ordinary demeanor.

However, after being looked at by Lian Yunxian for the first time, he hurriedly wiped his eyes with his hand, and when he looked at it again, he was shocked on the spot, looking at Yang Zhen in disbelief.

"That's..."

Some people in the back, the surviving disciples of the Wuji Sect in the past, seemed to feel that this 'strong man' who had been killed, the monk who made the Poison King Wushu jealous, seemed to be a little familiar.

Lian Yunxian finally shouted hoarsely and excitedly: "Yang, Yang Zhen..."

Yang Zhen looked sideways at Lian Yun Xian, waved his hand, and lifted Lian Yun Xian up, as natural as before: "Senior Sister Lian, we will meet again after four hundred years!"

"Is it really you?" Lian Yunxian still couldn't believe it, as if he felt that it was impossible for Yang Zhen to still be alive and still appear here.

"It's not me, it's a ghost, I'm Yang Zhen back!"

"Damn..."

100 meters away.

The Poison King Wushu suppressed the momentum, grabbed the powerful bell, and instantly summoned hundreds of people around him.

As Yang Zhen looked at him: "It's been hundreds of years, the Poison King Wushu, you really haven't changed at all, the same cultivation is highly poisonous, the same despicable and shameless, the same person is not a ghost or a ghost!" s:f

"Are you really Yang Zhen?"

Even the Poison King Vulture couldn't react.

With a sneer, Yang Zhen smiled and said: "You and I are old acquaintances, don't you?" I remember that there was a time when you had the powerful strength to kill me in an instant, and then I defeated you again and fled in disgrace, who knew that four hundred years later, you would be mixed with the Immortal Sect again!"

"He's that Yang Zhen?"

"How many geniuses of the same sect Wuji Sect killed our sect back then, Yang Zhen?"

"It's him, I saw him back then, but I didn't expect that four hundred years later, this person would still be alive. ”

The disciples of the Huayu Sect who gathered also sighed, and some of them had seen Yang Zhen powerful.

"Is it really Senior Brother Yang?"

From the rear of the Refining Cloud Immortal, more than a hundred people also gathered.

They were all disciples of the Wuji Sect in the past, and as soon as they heard the word Yang Zhen, they couldn't help but think of the shocking scenes of the past, and they couldn't help but gather around Lianyun Immortal.

Former....

They believed Jin Xuanyu's words, and joined forces with the elders to seize the Wuji Sect, betrayed the Wuji Sect, killed the sect, excluded dissidents, and made the Wuji Sect restless.

At that time, many people didn't know the truth, but the Wuji Sect was shattered, and this year, hundreds of years later, it was natural to distinguish between right and wrong in the past.

The Poison King Wushu was not afraid, and shouted: "Yang Zhen, do you still dare to come back?" I thought you were dead, and the Immortal Sect Master also thought you were dead, and he was still looking for you in the sea for nearly a hundred years, okay, it's good for you to come back, I will kill you now and dedicate it to the Immortal Sect Master!"

Yang Zhen looked at ordinary people, no, a dog asked with disdain: "Now is the Immortal Sect unifying the Hidden Dragon Continent?"

"Of course it's the Immortal Sect, or is it the Wuji Sect? And the Immortal Sect has gathered many islands in the Bafang Sea Sea to cultivate together, and suppressed many strong people, today's Huayu Sect is even more powerful than the Huaxian Sect four hundred years ago, haha, you are looking for death when you come back, you don't know how much background the Huayu Sect has!"

"What's the background?"

"There is the support of a broader cultivation force behind the Huayu Sect, called the Huayu Blessed Land, in the past, a strong man named the Yuan Heavenly Saint Monarch in the Huayu Blessed Land crossed the ocean and crossed the fierce sea to the Hidden Dragon Continent to support the Huayu Sect Master to rebuild the Huayu Sect, bringing how many extraordinary exercises and peerless magic weapons you have never seen!"

"I see, so in this way, this bell in your hand was brought by the original Heavenly Saint Monarch and left for the Huayu Sect?"

"Hehe, you have eyes and no beads, this bell in my hand is a supreme Taoist weapon, have you ever heard of a Taoist device? I forgive you for not hearing it, this is a supreme existence beyond the true treasure. ”

In front of Yang Zhen and in front of many people present, the poison king Wushu urged the bell and laughed unscrupulously.

The sound of the bell began to spread in this canyon, not to mention the cultivators of the Wuji Sect of the Refining Cloud Immortal, even the hundreds of people from the Huayu Sect, who were also shocked by the sound of the ring.

Yang Zhen suddenly stood with his hands in his hands: "Hehe, interesting, the Sect Master of Huaxian has his back against the Blessed Land of Huayu, and he is the king and hegemon in this small continent, but it is just a small shrimp, have you seen the Poison King Wushu Huayu Blessed Land? have you seen the world outside this fierce sea?"

"Hmph, you seem to have been there, seeing that this seat suppressed you and brought it to the Sect Master of Huaxian, it seems that he is particularly interested in you, and he has been letting the master find you all those years, haha, today's luck was met by me!"

I saw that the Poison King Wushu ordered hundreds of disciples of the Feather Sect to start sealing!

And he urged the bell, and the bell gradually turned into a zhang of size: "Haha, this is a first-grade Dao weapon, in the history of our Hidden Dragon Continent, there has never been a first-grade Dao device!!"

A product of the Taoist?

No one at the scene was frightened, but only Yang Zhen was disdainful, smiling like a breeze.