Chapter 237 From now on, you will be the head of the Myriad Poison Sect!
Sure enough, that sentence is right: there are mountains outside the mountain and there are people outside the mountain.
Originally, an acquired warrior could become the king and dominate the city. Wang Hao's current cultivation level is equivalent to the seventh level of the Yellow Level in the Heavenly Realm. Not to mention being invincible in the Sea of Clouds, it is almost the same.
But now after seeing such a group of people, Wang Hao realized his shallowness.
Experts are really among the people.
Who would have thought that in the suburbs of Yunhai, a remote clinic and a small Buddhist temple, could not only isolate his spiritual spy, but also hide such masters.
Just as Wang Hao was secretly sighing, the bearded man who fainted on the ground suddenly stood up like a corpse, and everyone was shocked.
But after the bearded man sat up, his eyes were dull, like a piece of wood. His eyes were staring like a copper bell, staring blankly in front of him.
He suddenly let out a wow sound, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. The blood stuck to his beard. Combined with that expression, it looked weird and terrifying.
The cloaked men looked shocked, and one of them asked in horror, "Saint...Saint Envoy, what's wrong with you?"
The bearded man's expression was still dull, and he suddenly grinned and smiled strangely.
Wang Hao frowned slightly. Such a great master seemed to be like a lunatic at this moment, and it was really strange.
Seeing this, the cape man was very strange. He walked forward carefully and whispered: "Sir Holy Envoy, what's wrong with you, Sir Holy Envoy..."
At this moment, the bearded man suddenly looked up at the man and shouted loudly: "You are the devil, you should go to hell, I will send you to hell..."
As he said that, the bearded man suddenly waved his fist and smashed it hard towards the head of the cloaked man.
The cape man was caught off guard and his head was smashed straight away. The sound of cracking bones suddenly sounded, and his head exploded like a bomb.
The brain plasma and blood splattered all over the floor, which was a terrible sight.
The cloaked man next to him changed color in horror and retreated one by one, fearing that the bearded man would come to him.
But their worries were unnecessary. After the bearded man killed a person, his body suddenly trembled violently, and wisps of black blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.
Then, he fell softly to the ground, like a pool of soft mud, and black air was emerging all over his body.
"Mr. Wang, this black gas is poisonous. You can put this pill in front of your nose and smell it, and you will be fine."
At this time, the smiling disciple Mo Yuan stepped forward and handed Wang Hao a pill.
Wang Hao was slightly confused, but he was not very careful. His Qinglong acupuncture technique could cure Mo Yuan's granddaughter's legs, and he didn't think he would harm him.
So, Wang Hao put the pill in front of his nose and smelled it according to the instructions of the man in white.
The next moment, something amazing happened. The bearded man with black gas was actually ulcerated at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, he turned into a pool of blood.
Wang Hao looked shocked. What kind of poison is this? He actually melted a master who is even more powerful than Qinglong into blood. It is similar to the Huang Ming corpse smoke from the Wanpo Sect.
But it is obvious that this black gas is much stronger than Huang Mingshiyan.
What happened next was even more amazing. Five or six cloaked men next to him only smelled a trace of black gas, and the consequences were like big beards, falling softly to the ground and turning into a pool of blood.
The entire Buddhist temple was full of blood and disgusting.
"Mr. Wang, please come with me into the Buddhist temple. My master wants to see you." The man in white said to Wang Hao politely.
Wang Hao nodded and followed the man in white into the Buddhist temple, secretly guarding him.
This place was so weird that he had to be careful.
As the man in white stepped into the gate of the Buddhist temple, a stream of sandalwood came towards him.
After entering the door, I was offering a golden Buddha with a solemn statue and his hands were folded together.
On both sides are two red pillars, under the Buddha's niche, there is incense on the altar, and sandalwood is lingering, and the fragrance comes from there.
Under the altar, there were several futons placed, and on the middle one, there was a person sitting on the back. This person was obviously sitting in meditation, and his whole body was wrapped in white coarse cloth, and even his head was covered with white coarse cloth. He could not see any trace of it.
The skin and hair were sitting cross-legged on the futon, still as motionless as a mountain.
Next to this person, there was another man in white, who was the strong man who threw the holy envoy out with one hand.
Although this man was meditating and meditating like the man in white robe, his body was extremely large compared to the man in white robe beside him, just like a general from the ancient times.
Looking from the side, this person also has a high nose and a wide mouth, and his eyes are deeply sunken.
His eyes were closed, he sat cross-legged, his hands folded, and he looked extremely pious.
At this time, the strong man noticed Wang Hao's arrival, bowed slightly to the man in the white robe, and said respectfully: "Master, Mr. Wang is here."
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly. This man in white robe should be Master Mo Yuan.
"Um."
Hearing the strong man's words, Mo Yuan didn't look back and just asked in a low and hoarse manner: "Will Mr. Wang use the Qinglong acupuncture method?"
Wang Hao nodded and said, "I can."
"Okay, I'll ask Mr. Wang to take action and save my granddaughter's legs. Her greatest wish is to stand up and run freely in the sun. As her grandfather, this is my greatest wish before my death."
Mo Yuan said slowly.
"I can cure her and satisfy your wish." Wang Hao said.
"Okay, if Mr. Wang has something to ask me for, please tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely meet Mr. Wang's conditions." Mo Yuan's tone fluctuated a little, with a hint of joy.
Wang Hao immediately said, "I heard that Master Mo has a deep relationship with Wandu Sect, so he must be very familiar with this sect, right?"
"It's not just familiarity. The Wanpo Sect was created by me." Mo Yuan said lightly.
"What? Are you the founding ancestor of Wanpo Sect?"
Wang Hao was shocked, "How is this possible? I heard that Master Mo was once the best disciple of Wanpo Sect. He stayed in the sect for ten years. For some reason, he was destroyed by Wanpo Sect and expelled from him.
Sect…”
"That's just a rumor, not a fact." The man in white robe said lightly.
Wang Hao looked speechless. He never thought that Mo Yuan actually said that he was the founder of the Wandu Sect.
He knew that the history of Wandu Sect was only forty years. Judging from Mo Yuan's age, he was probably in his seventies or eighties, which was exactly the same in time.
Could it be that the Wanpo Sect was really created by him?
"Mr. Wang has any doubts? The holy envoy just touched my shoulder and turned into a pool of blood. I think this should prove that I was not lying."
Mo Yuan said lightly.
Upon hearing this, Wang Hao believed it 80%.
The bearded man's cultivation level is even more terrifying than the Qinglong. Such a super expert died of poisoning. It can be seen how terrifying Mo Yuan's ability to use poison is.
This is definitely an ancestor who uses poison!
"Mr. Wang, I wonder what you mean by mentioning Wandu Sect? Is it related to Wandu Sect's matter?" Mo Yuan suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao was slightly surprised. Mo Yuan was wearing a black mask on his face. The black mask and his white robe were clearly black and white, and were extremely conspicuous.
The white robe covered his whole body without revealing a trace of skin, while the black mask covered his face, and there was no gap between his mouth and nose, only those eyes opened.
Those eyes were very terrifying, red as blood, as if the pupils in the eye sockets had burst.
His red eyes were not shining at all, and were dull.
Wang Hao's heart trembled, not knowing what to say.
He came to ask about the method to destroy the Wandu Sect, but the person in front of him was actually the founding ancestor of the Wandu Sect. Isn’t this a problem?
"Master Mo, I'm disturbing."
Wang Hao said helplessly, ready to get up and say goodbye.
But Mo Yuan said, "Mr. Wang, you don't have to make things difficult for you. As long as I can cure my granddaughter's legs, I can promise you any conditions."
Wang Hao thought about it and said with a wry smile: "Master Mo, I have formed an irresolvable hatred with the Wanpo Sect, so I want to destroy this sect."
Mo Yuan was slightly shocked, thought for a moment before saying, "Mr. Wang, although I have cut off my relationship with Wan Du Sect, it is my inheritance after all, and I still don't want to see it perish. Why do I have to destroy Wan?
As for the Poison Sect, hatred can be resolved."
"Wan Poison Sect sends people to mess with me. If I don't destroy them, I will be unable to sleep or eat. After all, those poisons... are too terrible." Wang Hao said honestly.
Mo Yuan nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with Wang Hao's words. He paused for a few seconds, suddenly took out a token with a flash of light from his arms and said, "This is Xuan Tie, the head of Wanpo Sect.
Let me give it to you, and you will be the head of Wanpo Sect from now on."