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The sky was overcast, and the thick lead clouds seemed to cover directly over the sea of trees, as dark as night.

A ray of light streaked across the sky, and a man with a short figure walked with a sword. Although he is not tall, he has a wide mouth in his life, exudes a brave spirit, and has a long sword under his feet, which is a magic weapon.

The sword light landed, the man put the sword back into the sheath, and when he raised his eyes, the Savage Mountain was towering into the clouds, but when he wanted to look deeper, he saw a heavy fog churning, blocking the entire Savage Mountain, and the divine thoughts could not penetrate.

"This is the Great Array of the Sea of Fog in the Eight Directions! Old Monster Zuo really lost in his hands, and even the Great Array of Mountain Guards was pulled out. It's only been less than a month, those famous people in southern Xinjiang have either been killed, or forced to swear blood and become slaves, the Tianlong Zen Temple in Qingzhou is really worthy of its reputation, how strong is this Li Qingshan's strength?"

The man groaned, and was about to step forward, when he suddenly turned to look back, and grasped the hilt of his sword with a look of vigilance.

A green cloud pierced through the clouds and was flying towards Savage Mountain.

The color of the green cloud was not emerald green or dark green, but miserable green, churning like life, and the speed was not much slower than the man's sword, and in an instant, it also flew down in front of the valley.

The miserable green clouds and mist became more and more weird, churning and wanting to pounce on the man, making a strange humming sound, like a monster that wanted to choose people to devour, and if you looked carefully, where were the clouds and mist, it was clearly thousands of small green insects that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Ten Thousand Poison Sect!" the man frowned.

"Ahem, Peng Daoyou, you are no longer floating on the sea, what are you doing in my southern Xinjiang?"

A feminine voice came from the insect cloud, and a tall and thin figure came out of the insect cloud. It was a richly dressed young man with a sickly face, and the insect cloud was churning and retracting and returning to the barnacles around his waist.

"It turned out to be a sick man, this Li Qingshan is really a big face!" Peng Jingyu said with a smile. A battle intent rose in his heart, and the salamander sword was half unsheathed.

"Today, you and I both have a task on our bodies, so let's be exempt! Since you came first, then you should invite it first! If you are really not convinced. Then when we're done, you and I will do it again. ”

The sick man raised his hand elegantly and asked Peng Jingyu to go first. Peng Jingzao is not a fool, he knows that if he sees that Li Qingshan first, this one will definitely give him bad things in the future.

Although the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and the South China Sea Sword Pavilion dominate southern Xinjiang and the other hangs overseas, they have been neighbors for many years, and they are also full of contradictions.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect is a standard demon cultivation sect, but the South China Sea Sword Pavilion prides itself on the right path. As a sword cultivator sect. There is a bit of chivalry. And the most fundamental reason is the competition of interests. Once a magic weapon is born and the spiritual grass grows, there will be an open and secret battle.

Generations. I don't know how many fellow disciples have died in the hands of each other, and if they meet, they will be harmonious. That's weird. And as the best disciples of the sect, they usually have to fight when they meet.

"If you're not in a hurry, then I'll go first. The sick man smiled and stepped forward. A sword aura swept in front of him, plowed a deep furrow in front of him.

"Don't think!" Peng Jingyu drew his sword out of the sheath, this person is clever and tongue-in-cheek, if he is allowed to go in first, it will definitely hurt me.

"Left is not good, right is not good, what do you want to do, the South China Sea Sword Pavilion is really majestic, don't forget that this is the southern Xinjiang of Wuzhou!" The sick man's pale face became gloomy.

"Let's do it first, and then let's tell the winner! Peng said with a smile.

"It's okay, it won't take much time to poison you dwarf anyway. ”

"Let's come in together!"

As the tension raged, a voice came from the valley, and the fog lifted to reveal a path.

Both of them moved in their hearts, the sick man took a step back and made a gesture of please, Peng Jingyu snorted coldly, and put the sword back into its sheath. The two of them swept into the valley one after another, and the fog closed again.

Peng Jingzao took the lead through the Great Array of the Eight Directions Sea of Mist, and galloped forward while guarding against the sick man behind him.

When the sick man saw that there was no chance of a sneak attack, he gave up. Coming to the valley, the demon caves of the Savage Mountains, which were once in the southern Xinjiang for a while, have become very deserted, and the old city buildings have been razed to the ground and reoccupied by plants and trees.

"It turns out that it's just a façade and a big defensive array, what a waste of resources!"

The sick man was disdainful in his heart, if he was in charge of the blood oath, he would definitely establish a tight organization in this savage mountain, but Li Qingshan obviously had no such plan.

was about to fly to the main peak, but saw Peng Jingzao suddenly turn, under the forest spring in the West Mountain, someone swayed and waved: "This way!"

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A white dragon-like waterfall seems to fly down from the clouds and mist and falls into a deep pool. The grass on the edge of the pond is full of strange flowers and plants.

Li Qingshan sat on the big stone by the pond and said to Xiao An beside him: "This doesn't look like a place where we started to practice?"

Xiao An nodded, she had a string of white prayer beads on her wrist, a full twenty-seven. It took her a long time to refine the skull rosary, and although she only added one or two to the number, the effort and resources consumed were enormous, and the skull rosary had reached the third stage.

Each Bone Demon became stronger, and so did the power of the Skeleton Demon Array. It can be said that without Xiao An doing it himself, with this string of prayer beads, even the ten people who made the blood oath together are not opponents.

That's why, Li Qingshan has no intention of establishing any strict organization, his strength is with himself, and also with Xiao An beside him, not a group of chaotic demon cultivators.

Everyone focused their eyes on the powerful forces he had gathered, not knowing that it was only the tip of the iceberg of his true strength. Anyone who feels like they can step on him has to hit his head on an iceberg.

However, Li Qingshan also vaguely felt that this secret was not far from being exposed, because there were too many people who knew about it. Although there are all kinds of insurance measures, he is no longer the little person that no one pays attention to, and there will always be clues in every thing he has done.

In a certain way, this is also thanks to the fact that the Mohai Dragon King killed "Beiyue", no one believes that the Mohai Dragon King will miss, even if there are people who were suspicious at the beginning, they will no longer connect Li Qingshan and Beiyue now.

It's best to keep this secret until the day he goes to Mohai to slay the dragon, and then even if everyone in the world knows that Li Qingshan is Beiyue, it will be nothing.

But I'm afraid this is difficult, Li Qingshan knows that he has refined the spirit turtle quadruple, and the premonition in his heart is by no means unfounded.

"Hmm, someone came to the door, it was the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the South China Sea Sword Pavilion, were they really all alarmed by me?" Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Xiao An said: "That disciple of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, known as the 'sick son' in southern Xinjiang, is one of the heirs to the throne of the Yue Clan, probably representing more than just the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. ”

"I see, then invite them in!" Li Qingshan said, although these two people can be called geniuses, they are not taken to heart by him, what they need to be afraid of is the "Ten Thousand Poison Ancestor" and "Sword Pavilion Master" and even the "King of Nanyue" behind them.