Journey to the West: Plundering the Worlds

'Several hills on both sides of the Viper Valley have been crumbled!No wonder the snake array was broken!Even the mountains have collapsed, is this still a human being? !Humans have such great power? ! '

The Poison God was so shocked and so dumbfounded that he was speechless for a moment.

"Sect Master."

An elder reminded him.

The Poison God trembled, and then he was overwhelmed. He suppressed the shock in his heart, pulled himself together, looked straight at Zhou Yi, and said in a concentrated voice, "I don't know who you are?"

Just one person!A whip!

So he beat Wan Dumen so hard that he couldn't lift his head up.

Although there are still many elites in the door who have not appeared.

But the hundreds of elites present alone are already about [-] to [-]% of the strength in the sect.

About [-]% to [-]% of his strength was beaten by a young man so that he was powerless to fight back!

This is simply Arabian Nights!

If someone had said this to Poison God, he would have scoffed, but now, he had no choice but to face up to the young man in front of him.

'Could it be another Wan Jianyi? '

To this day, the Poison God still cannot forget Wan Jianyi's demeanor back then!

'No, it is ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than Wan Jianyi! '

"Wan Jianyi used a strategy back then, and someone helped him.The young man in front of him was single-handedly fighting directly without using any tricks! '

'This is terrible! '

'When will there be such a young man in the world? '

'I do not know how? ! '

The God of Poison looked at Zhou Yi's handsome face of sixteen or seventeen, and was shocked, but also saddened, and inexplicably had a feeling: the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach!

'Young people are awesome! '

He sighed in his heart.

"Zhou Yi."

Zhou Yidao.

"Zhou Yi?"

Poison God pondered for a while, then turned to look at the elders around, but saw that they all looked blank, so he knew that this group of people also didn't know the details of Zhou Yi.

He secretly sighed that his sect information was so far behind? !

There is no information about such an extraordinary young man? !

He glanced at Zhou Yi, saw that his face was slightly cold, and his body was trembling. He didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly said, "I don't know if my Wandu Sect has offended Your Excellency? If so, we will definitely make amends."

Poison God is conceited that his skills are good.

But if he was asked to break the mountain and break through the snake formation with brute force, he would not be able to do it.

It's not that he hasn't thought about using his housekeeping skills to fight this young man, but since he suffered a big loss before, the Poison God has deeply understood a truth: low-key people live longer!

Before you know the real strength of the opponent, keep a low profile!

"You people from the Wandu Sect captured my people. I'm here to question the crime."

After Zhou Yi cultivated into the realm of the King of War.

And just now, he experimented that the supernatural power of the white python whip method and the phantom of the black water snake can really be smelted into one, and he exerted an incomparable function far superior to his own, and he was even more confident.

Therefore, speaking, there is no secretiveness at all.

"The person who captured Your Excellency?!"

Poison God was astonished, "Is there?"

"What do you say?"

Zhou Yi's face darkened slightly.

Poison God's heart skipped a beat, knowing that a person with such supernatural powers would never be able to find trouble for nothing, so he turned around and looked at the disciples and elders around him, and said in a deep voice, "Have you bothered me recently?"

The voice was cold, as if frost had fallen from the nine heavens, and the disciples couldn't help shivering when they heard it.

For the people of Wandumen.

Zhou Yi is the god of evil, the god of killing!

And the God of Poison, as the name suggests, is the king of poison of a generation. Once he is targeted by him, it is enough to make people die in horror while howling.

The majesty and prestige of the God of Poison are almost deeply rooted in the hearts of the disciples. Hearing his words, the disciples trembled violently, and one of them immediately came out to report.

"Sect Master, a few days ago, someone saw Mr. Jiang, his master, Patriarch Duanmu and the others leading three or five people to the dungeon of our Wandu Sect."

"Jiang Laosan, Duanmu Patriarch? Blood-sucking old demon?!"

"Yes."