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"You... ahem... you entered the sect earlier than me, and you are more respected than me, so naturally you should sit in this position. Master is old now, and I think he was a little confused when he left, so he said something nonsense. After all, you have decided who will sit in this position, and don't drag me into it.

There was a low and trembling tone in his voice, and he seemed to be somewhat guilty and afraid. There was no trace of his former deep and arrogant demeanor.

Fan Xiong sneered, turned his head with disdain, and without even looking at him, he said, "So what are you planning to do?"

Duan Rushan sneered and said, "No need to say more. It's still the same as what we agreed. Master will go through the first seven days of his death first. After he passes away, we will decide who will take this seat in the mourning hall tomorrow!"

Fan Xiong glared at Duan Rushan and Cheng Wuya fiercely, and his two fellow apprentice brothers didn't look at him with kindness either.

A moment later, Fan Xiong suddenly turned around and strode out of the mourning hall, followed by a large group of people.

Cheng Wuya and Duan Rushan then also left with their men. Qin Wuyan was soon the only one left in the mourning hall, kneeling on the ground silently guarding the coffin.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the stack of paper money in Qin Wuyan's hand was burned clean in the copper basin.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes beneath the white silk were indifferent and lifeless.

"Master..."

His voice was so soft that only he could hear it. "Master! Did you see? These people are your disciples and your subordinates..."

A sneer slowly appeared on the corners of Qin Wuyan's indifferent mouth, cold and without any emotion.

The night gradually darkened, and the Snake Valley, which had been immersed in an invisible tense atmosphere for a whole day, seemed to slowly fall into a deep sleep. The dim lights slowly went out, leaving only the cold and lonely mourning hall.

The door of the mourning hall was still open. The cold night wind blew past, making the candles that were still burning in the hall flicker and cast strange shadows on the ground.

Far away outside the door, in the silence, there seemed to be some voices whispering, like crying, like laughing, or it seemed to be the sound of wind blowing through the trees. It was hard to hear clearly and I just felt a chill in my heart.

The light outside the house shone from the few candles that were still lingering on in the mourning hall. In this night in the valley, there was still a faint mist floating outside the house, like light smoke, drifting back and forth in the darkness and shadows, changing into various shapes.

And in the mourning hall, the person who kept vigil all night was still only Qin Wuyan.

He was still kneeling before the coffin, his head lowered, his eyes wandering, as if he was looking at some unknown place.

The copper basin in front of him was already filled with black ash from the burnt paper money, which trembled with the occasional night breeze. Occasionally, one or two scattered pieces of ash were blown up by the wind, leaving the copper basin and slowly floating in the room, and then most of them quietly fell back on the altar in front of the coffin and landed on the three sacrificial animals plate.

Is there a pair of eyes in the dark, watching all this?

The sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, and someone walked into the mourning hall on the flat ground.

Qin Wuyan's body trembled. To anyone, the sound of footsteps suddenly coming from behind at this moment was not a pleasant thing.

He looked back, frowned, and looked a little surprised. It was obvious that the person who came was not what he expected.

What caught his eyes was a tall man, but his attire was very different from that of ordinary disciples of the Demon Cult. He was dressed in a Taoist robe and had a square and solemn face. He was none other than Taoist Cangsong, the worshiper of the Demon Cult's Wan Du Sect.

Qin Wuyan looked at Cangsong, and Cangsong also looked at Qin Wuyan. Neither of them spoke. Then Cangsong walked straight to the altar in front of the coffin, picked up the thin incense on the table, put it on a remaining candle beside it and lit it. He bowed respectfully to the spirit tablet, took another step forward, and inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.

Qin Wuyan patiently watched Taoist Cangsong's every move from beginning to end. When Taoist Cangsong turned around again, Qin Wuyan bowed his head slightly, as a disciple returning the favor. Although there was no expression on his face, his tone was still calm and polite as he said, "Thank you, Taoist."

Taoist Cangsong nodded and said, "After all, the old man and I are the host and guest. Although this stick of incense is a little late, it is still a token of my thoughtfulness."

Qin Wuyan still knelt, looking at the spirit tablet, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, as long as the Taoist priest is sincere, I believe that the spirit of the master in heaven will definitely be much relieved."

Taoist Cangsong stared at Qin Wuyan for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, it seems like you have never liked me."

Qin Wuyan raised his eyes slightly, as if he didn't expect Taoist Cangsong to suddenly ask such a question, which was a bit strange, but after looking at Taoist Cangsong for a moment, he still said calmly:

"Master, you have misunderstood. You were a guest of our master when he was alive. You are also a respected senior in the Wan Du Sect. Wu Yan dare not neglect you. But now that our master has unfortunately passed away, I am deeply saddened. If I have been disrespectful or impolite, please forgive me."

Taoist Cangsong still had a smile on his face, and his gaze slowly turned to the spirit tablet of the Poison God in front of him. In front of that spirit tablet, the box containing the seal of the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was quietly placed there.

Taoist Cangsong watched for a while, and suddenly a few low and strange sounds came from him, like the sound of some insects. Qin Wuyan's face changed slightly, and Taoist Cangsong was also startled, but then he suddenly smiled and said:

"Old Sect Master, you should be able to go now with peace of mind. Look at the person you taught. You actually have such an amazing disciple. It's really not easy!"

Qin Wuyan's face darkened, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Master, what did you say?"

Taoist Cangsong turned his head, smiled slightly, but did not say anything. He just gently pulled up his sleeve at the wrist.

Qin Wuyan's pupils contracted as he saw a small box tied close to Taoist Cangsong's arm. The strange sound just now came from inside the box again, and could be heard clearly.

Taoist Cangsong had a mysterious smile on his face as he slowly stretched out his hand towards the spirit tablet in front of him. But when the box tied on his wrist moved slightly closer to the box in front of the spirit tablet where the seal of the leader of the Wan Du Sect was placed, a low but very clear insect chirping sound suddenly came from the box in front of the spirit tablet. The sound sounded exactly the same as the sound coming from the box on Taoist Cangsong's wrist.

Taoist Cangsong slowly retracted his arm, turned to look at Qin Wuyan, and said calmly: "Seven-tailed centipede?"

Qin Wuyan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of brilliance. He suddenly changed from being silent and decadent to being sharp and capable. He slowly stood up from the ground, staring at Taoist Cangsong, and slowly repeated: "Seven-tailed centipede!"

The originally dark and gloomy mourning hall suddenly seemed to become brighter after he stood there. The original cold atmosphere in the air also disappeared in an instant, and what was left was only a fierce murderous intent.

Taoist Cangsong did not seem to be afraid. Instead, he seemed to be unaware of the changes around him. He calmly asked Qin Wuyan, "If your master knew that his disciples had messed around in front of his spirit not long after his death, he would be very angry, right?"

Qin Wuyan snorted coldly and said, "Master is wise and intelligent. He has long seen through these so-called etiquette and customs. Not to mention being disrespectful to him in front of his spirit, even if we disciples were to fight each other here, he would probably just watch the fun with a smile."

Taoist Cangsong nodded slowly, then sighed and said, "That's true. I've been with the old sect master day and night for the past ten years. Given his personality, I'm afraid it's true."

As he spoke, he looked at Qin Wuyan and smiled, "I didn't expect that you, who has followed him for the shortest time, are the one who knows him best among all the disciples."

Qin Wuyan's expression remained unchanged, but he took a step forward and said coldly: "Master, you are also very amazing. Not only did you see the master clearly, but even my every move could not escape your eyes!"

The smile on Taoist Cangsong's face froze slightly, and he glanced at Qin Wuyan's footsteps, and suddenly said, "It's already the seventh day after your master's death, right?"

Qin Wuyan was stunned. He didn't know what Taoist Cangsong meant by suddenly asking such a question, but this person's attitude tonight was really strange and unfathomable. What's more, he had already seen through the tricks he had played on the sect leader's seal. He was afraid that he could not keep him.

Qin Wuyan thought so in his heart, and said lightly: "It is now the hour of the Ox, which has just passed. What's the matter, Taoist priest, do you have any advice?"

As he spoke, he took another step closer to Taoist Cangsong.

Taoist Cangsong took a step back and nodded, saying, "That's good. It's my way of showing your master a safe and sound seventh day of mourning."

Qin Wuyan was startled. Before he could react, Taoist Cangsong suddenly moved and flashed to the door of the mourning hall. He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Hey, the sect master's seal...ah..."

His first few words were full of astonishment. Halfway through his words, although he was still standing there unharmed, Taoist Cangsong suddenly cried out in pain as if he had been severely injured, as if he had been ambushed by someone.

Qin Wuyan's face suddenly changed color, but it was too late to stop him. Taoist Cangsong's voice was already echoing over the silent and deep Viper Valley. After a moment, it seemed that an echo came from afar, and the whole valley was filled with faint "ah" sounds.

At the first moment, the Serpent Valley seemed to be startled by something, and it became almost more silent than before. But after only a moment, countless noisy sounds surged up from every corner of the Serpent Valley, roaring like waves.

But then countless people who had been ready for battle jumped out, and all kinds of questioning, scolding, rebuking and commanding voices merged into one, turning into an invisible wave, rushing towards the mourning hall from all directions.

Taoist Cangsong turned around and smiled slightly, waved his hand at the livid Qin Wuyan, and said, "My dear nephew, as your uncle, I will help you. If you can sit on the throne of the sect leader in the future, don't forget what we did today!"

Then without saying anything more, his figure shook, and just before Qin Wuyan pounced on the door, he quickly flew into the darkness outside the door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qin Wuyan was panting against the door, his eyes full of anger. It was obvious that Taoist Cangsong's sudden move had completely disrupted his plan. At this moment, there was a lot of noise around him, and seeing that the mourning hall was about to be surrounded by the countless troops of his three senior brothers, Qin Wuyan stomped his feet hard, made a prompt decision, and threw himself into the darkness outside the house like Taoist Cangsong, and disappeared after a moment.

Chapter 177: Beast Monster Attacks

The next moment, countless Wan Du Sect disciples holding torches and sharp blades, full of murderous intent, led by the three most senior disciples of the Poison God, rushed into the Poison God's Spirit Hall with great momentum.

After a moment of silence, angry shouts and cries of killing rang out from the Viper Valley under the cover of night, instantly sweeping the entire valley.

The night is getting darker.

When the rising sun cast its first ray of light on the earth, Taoist Cangsong, who had flown out of the Viper Valley unnoticed, was already flying in the air with his sword and appeared above a small town four hundred miles northeast of the Viper Valley.

He looked around the town carefully from the sky, and then, as if he had discovered something, he immediately fell down to a small hill to the north of the city.

This nameless hill is mostly covered with wild maple trees. Looking down from the sky, it looks extremely beautiful with a sea of red.

In front of the maple forest, there were two men and two women standing at this moment. They were the Ghost King, Mr. Ghost, Bi Yao and You Ji.

Seeing Cangsong falling, the Ghost King smiled and went up to him, smiling, "How is it going? Is everything going well?"

Taoist Cangsong nodded and said, "As expected by the Sect Master, Qin Wuyan has indeed recovered from his injuries, and he tampered with the box containing the seal of the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, most likely by placing the Seven-Tailed Centipede inside. No matter who opens the box, as long as Qin Wuyan secretly manipulates it, no one can escape the bite of the Seven-Tailed Centipede. With the Seven-Tailed Centipede's peculiar poison, this person will most likely die."

The Ghost King laughed loudly, turned around and said to Mr. Ghost and the others, "Look, these folk remedies have been used countless times, but there are still people using them!"

Bi Yao said nothing, You Ji also remained silent, only Mr. Gui said calmly: "The method is indeed a bit outdated and rustic, but as long as it works, it is a good method."

The Ghost King nodded and said, "Yes, Senior Poison God is a great hero in our Holy Church. How come the disciples he accepted are all such characters? It's really disappointing."

Taoist Cangsong laughed and said, "But Qin Wuyan is indeed a good person. What a pity."

The Ghost King glanced at him and couldn't help laughing again. No one spoke for a while. Bi Yao stood aside, silently glanced at the Ghost King and frowned. Somehow, she seemed to feel that the Ghost King was a little strange today.

However, Biyao did not take this idea any further, because soon, a burst of heart-wrenching screams suddenly broke out in the small town ahead that had just woken up in the early morning.

Soon, countless screams were heard everywhere, and one could clearly hear someone shouting in fear: "The beast demon, the beast demon is coming..."

A piercing and cruel whistling sound came from the south of the town. Suddenly, clouds of dust rose from the quiet fields in the distance, like a huge army of charging soldiers, rushing towards them in an unstoppable manner.

The shouts, mixed with excited roars, came from far away and swarmed in with bloodthirsty desire. Several people from the Ghost King Sect standing at the other end of the town took off into the air and flew towards the town.

When they flew closer, even though everyone had seen countless big scenes before, the scene before them still made them change color slightly.

Countless monsters and mutated beasts roared out from the smoke and dust on the plains. Their huge bodies, agile bodies, sharp teeth and claws exuded a strong sense of death in the early morning light.

On the other side, the residents of the small town were in panic and running around frantically, but no one knew where to go to be safe?

The sound of intensive running was getting closer and louder, finally reaching a deafening level. More and more beast monsters came from the south and rushed towards the small town.

The ancient roads in the wilderness and the wide land on both sides of the roads have now become a paradise for these beast monsters. The monsters with red eyes surrounded the small town with earth-shaking roars. The poor people who did not have time to escape into the city were swallowed up by the smoke and dust raised by the beast monsters. There were flashes of blood in the gray fog, and screams were heard, which were then annihilated.

On the top of the city wall, some people who still had a will to survive desperately pulled up the drawbridge of the city gate, temporarily keeping these ferocious and cruel beasts out of the city. Then the beasts seemed to pour in from the south in an endless stream, surrounding the small town.

The five people in the sky all gasped.

In the distance, a sharp howl was heard in the wilderness. The sound was sharp and piercing, and even had a bit of clanging sound. It seemed to penetrate the smoke and dust from afar and rush over.

The Ghost King's expression changed, and he whispered, "It's here, it should be this monster, everyone be careful, and act according to the original plan."

The rest of the people nodded slightly and then dispersed. Only the Ghost King stayed in the air. He looked at the source of the shrieking sound a few more times, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his body flew upwards, sank into the clouds in the sky, and disappeared.

As the screams grew louder and louder, countless monsters that had surrounded the small town raised their heads and screamed at the same time. All kinds of harsh sounds mixed together, mixed with the stench of wild beasts and the faint smell of blood in the wind, making people shudder.

There was a sudden roar in the smoke and dust, and the screaming stopped abruptly. There was a flash of light in the air, and suddenly a huge monster like a tiger jumped out from the smoke and dust.

Seen from a distance, this monster looked like a tiger, and there seemed to be a faint "king" character on its forehead, but its body was many times larger than that of an ordinary tiger, with sharp teeth and claws, and its fur was colorful. The most peculiar thing was the extremely long tail behind it, which seemed to be much longer than its body.

Compared to it, the ferocious monsters around it are just like kittens and puppies.

Bi Yao, who was hiding outside the city, frowned and whispered, "Chu Wu!"

The small city surrounded by the beasts was originally just a small city. When the monster, which was about five or six meters tall, stood in front of the city, its head was almost above the city.

A strong fishy smell blew in with the wind, and the people on the city wall were either frightened silly or panic-stricken, fleeing for their lives.

Chu Wu growled twice, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly let out a sharp scream, raised his thick front feet, and smashed it directly into the city gate.

The sharp tiger claws easily pierced through the thick wooden city gate. Before the civilians who were desperately holding out behind the city gate could react, several of them were pierced by the huge tiger claws. The rest were terrified and fled in all directions.

Chu Wu roared loudly and smashed down with his sharp claws. After a few loud "bang, bang, bang" sounds, the broken city gate collapsed. The whole city was instantly filled with crying, and excited roars from outside the city also sounded. Countless wild beasts swarmed in, and in a blink of an eye, it was filled with blood and gore.

Chu Wu opened the city gate for other monsters, but he himself did not go in to kill, as if he was too disdainful to do such a thing. And at this moment, he seemed to have discovered something. His tiger head turned, and his huge body slowly twisted around. His nose kept sniffing the air, as if he wanted to confirm something.

Just as Chu Wu was hesitating and looking, suddenly there was a loud bang from the wall of the small town in front of him. The wall suddenly cracked, and Taoist Cangsong came out of the hole and appeared in front of Chu Wu. A yellow sword in his hand hit Chu Wu's chest with lightning speed.

Chu Wu let out an earth-shaking roar, and the entire huge tiger body flew backwards. However, Taoist Cangsong was a famous figure after all, and his master was Qingyun, the most famous Taoist in the world. His Taoist skills were not ordinary. Although Chu Wu flew backwards, there was only a sound like tearing cloth, and a huge wound over four feet long was cut on Chu Wu's chest.

If it were an ordinary monster, this wound would have killed it on the spot, but Chu Wu was obviously different from the ordinary monsters around it. As one of the thirteen monsters under the Beast Demon, its vitality and magic were far beyond what other ordinary monsters could compare to.

Although blood was gushing out of his chest like a fountain, Chu Wu didn't even look at it. He roared furiously and pounced over in a blink of an eye. Judging from his movements, he was not much slower than before he was injured.

Taoist Cangsong's face changed slightly, and he dodged Chu Wu's sharp claws. He quickly left the beast herd with his sword and flew to the north of the town. Chu Wu roared loudly, his eyes seemed to spit fire, and he chased him relentlessly.

Taoist Cangsong originally wanted to fly quickly to the nameless hill and then work together with other people to get rid of the monster. However, he had flown less than half the distance when he felt a strong wind behind him, and the fishy and hot air was almost behind his head.

Taoist Cangsong was shocked and looked back in a hurry. He was surprised to see that the speed of this Chuwu was incredibly fast. After being injured, it flew on all fours like a gust of wind and lightning, and actually caught up with Taoist Cangsong who was flying with the sword.

Chu Wu, who had caught up with Taoist Cangsong, did not hesitate any more. He roared, opened his big mouth and bit him. It seemed that he would not be able to get rid of the hatred in his heart unless he bit Taoist Cangsong in half.

But Taoist Cangsong had practiced for many years after all, so he did not panic at the critical moment. He sank his body suddenly and escaped the fate of being killed by the tiger at the critical moment.

Even so, Taoist Cangsong broke out in a cold sweat.

Next, Taoist Cangsong no longer dared to be careless. He controlled the magic sword up and down, left and right, so that Chu Wu could not run in a straight line to exert his incredible speed. Only then did he run to the maple forest on the hill. At this time, Chu Wu had been led away from the group of countless monsters for some distance.

Seeing Taoist Cangsong disappear into the red maple forest with a whoosh, Chu Wu became even more angry and rushed straight into the maple forest.

But just as it stepped onto the open space in front of the maple forest, Mr. Ghost's black figure suddenly appeared, chanting a spell in a low voice. After a moment, his black clothes fluttered, and a strange spiritual power slowly emanated from his body.

Chu Wu suddenly stopped running, but the huge inertia of the impact caused it to slide forward several feet, knocking down dozens of maple trees. However, Chu Wu suddenly no longer cared about the forest below him or even the Taoist Cangsong who had just disappeared. All he could see was the figure floating beside him and the strange spiritual power emanating from him.

Chapter 178: Swallowed Star World

This time, Chu Wu did not rush forward again. Instead, he shook his huge tiger head and roared, opening his mouth wide. Three streams of black smoke floated out of his mouth and quickly condensed into three ferocious skeletons holding big knives in mid-air, which pounced on Mr. Ghost with their fangs and claws.

Mr. Ghost's body trembled slightly. This monster was not only ferocious and fast, but it also knew the strange witchcraft of Southern Xinjiang. It should not be underestimated.

However, Mr. Ghost did not stop his spellcasting to avoid the witch skeletons sacrificed by Chu Wu. Sure enough, just when the three skeletons were about to rush in front of him, human figures flashed, and You Ji and Gui Li flew out from both sides and stood in front of Mr. Ghost.

You Ji clasped her hands together, holding a strange seal, with her palms facing forward and backward, which was completely different from the seals of the Buddhist sect in China. In a moment, a beam of silver light appeared in her palms, and quickly expanded to hit a skeleton. The skeleton was shocked as if it was burned, and when it was about to rush forward, its entire body suddenly fell apart. It was You Ji's "Suzaku Seal" that broke the spell.