Chapter 722 Poison Dragon Palace

Under the sweep of Li Hanxue's mental power, Wu Zhi had no chance of escaping.

Because no matter where he fled, Li Hanxue could always lock his location the first time.

Li Hanxue and Mo Le followed Wu Zhi's escape path and entered a gloomy hall.

The hall was dark on all sides, with no light coming from the outside. It was even darker than the rainy night outside.

"That guy Wu Zhi escaped so fast!" Mo Le said, "Li Hanxue, the vision here is dim and you can't see anyone at all. Are we still chasing him?"

Li Hanxue said: "If you don't have mental power, you can't see. I know where Wu Zhi is. Just follow me."

"Having spiritual power and being able to see in the dark? It's really magical. I must learn this thing." Mo Le was pleasantly surprised.

Li Hanxue rushed in through a narrow side door, and then entered a narrow passage. The path of this passage was winding and tortuous, almost like a maze. In addition, the light was extremely dim, and people who entered it could easily escape. Lost sense of direction.

If it were anyone else, they would have lost track of Bei and lost track of Wu Zhi.

But this kind of thing will not happen to Li Hanxue.

Wu Zhi in front kept running forward. The faster he ran, the faster he heard the footsteps behind him.

"What the hell! How did Li Hanxue catch up with him?" Wu Zhi was shocked, "If I fight him, the outcome is still hard to predict. But with the influx of nearly 100,000 Huangge disciples from outside, the momentum is unstoppable. Poison Dragon Sect can be regarded as It's completely over. Even if I kill Li Hanxue now, it won't help. He still has two damn guys, Ji Xiangtian and Su Xun. It's very difficult for me to deal with either of them. If they join forces, I won't do anything. To survive has become a luxury. For now, I have no choice but to seek help from my father.”

Wu Zhi turned quickly and got into a purple mist.

Li Hanxue was halfway through the chase when he suddenly lost his sense of Wu Zhi.

He and Mo Le stood in front of a thick purple fog, hesitant.

"Why did you stop?" Mo Le asked in confusion.

"Wu Zhi is in here." Li Hanxue stared at Ziwu with a solemn look on his face.

"Then why don't you chase?"

"I'm afraid there are extremely powerful people here."

"Then let's withdraw."

Mo Le's decisiveness made Li Hanxue dumbfounded.

"No, I will never let Wu Zhi go. Han Ming is still in his hands. And the revenge of a hundred brothers must be repaid with his blood." Li Hanxue said firmly.

With that said, Li Hanxue dived into the purple mist.

Mo Le gritted his teeth and followed Li Hanxue in.

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In a large hall, two large purple dragons surround the four walls. The dragons have fat bodies and their heads rise up and down, high in the center.

The two evil dragons looked fierce, and their four purple eyes shone brightly in the darkness, emitting a soul-stirring faint light.

Being stared at by these two pairs of eyes would probably make everyone shudder.

This hall is called the Poison Dragon Hall. It is located a hundred meters below Jianhan City. It is the real headquarters of the Poison Dragon Sect. No one from the Poison Dragon Sect is allowed to enter here. Anyone who disobeys the order will surely suffer a miserable fate.

Under the dragon's head, there is an iron disc with extremely deep ravines carved into it. Within the ravines, purple poisonous water keeps rolling, emitting dense poisonous gas.

And an old man with white hair, his face was wrinkled, like dry tree bark, as if it would fall off at the slightest touch.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the disk, holding Yuan Shouyi, and streams of purple poisonous gas went in and out of his body, forming a cycle.

A young man hurriedly broke into the hall, looking panicked. This man was Wu Zhi who had fled.

The moment Wu Zhi broke in, the white-haired old man's eyelids moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

"Why is my son in such a hurry?" It turns out that the white-haired old man is Wu Zhi's father. His real name is Wu Zhan. He later became famous for his use of poison. He founded the Poison Dragon Sect and changed his name to Wu Du.

Wu Zhi cried: "Dad, Jianhan City is about to be captured by Huangge. I fell into the trick of the master of Huangge, and almost all of our Poison Dragon Sect disciples were wiped out. Now, one hundred thousand troops from Huangge have poured into Jianhan City. The major protector elders are still fighting hard, and I am being hunted down by the Pavilion Master of Huang Pavilion. I have no choice but to escape here to disturb my father, Qingxiu. I really deserve death, and I really have no face to see my father."

Wu Du heard this, but remained unmoved, still sitting cross-legged in the middle as steady as a mountain.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "Zhi'er, you have to understand a truth. As long as the backbone of a sect is immortal, it will live in this world forever. As long as your father and I don't die, and your martial wisdom doesn't die, Then this Poison Dragon Sect will never be destroyed.”

When Wu Zhi heard this, his face lit up: "Does dad have any good ideas to reverse the situation?"

A smile appeared on Wu Du's lips: "Zhi'er, you will understand later. Huangge's one hundred thousand soldiers and horses are just a paper tiger in front of me, and his entire army will be wiped out in an instant."

Wu Zhi was overjoyed, as if he had taken a reassurance: "With dad's words, the child will feel relieved. But the leader of Huangge, Li Hanxue, is following me. He may find him here soon, dad." Please be careful.”

"Li Hanxue, the leader of the Huangge?" Wudu's face trembled, "Isn't the leader of the Huangge that old man with the ghost face?"

Wu Du has a mysterious identity in the Poison Dragon Sect. He has been cultivating in seclusion. He does not hear what is going on outside the window. He does not see anyone at all. Not to mention the guardian elder, even his own son Wu Zhi has not been seen for more than ten years. He is even less aware of what is happening outside. He knew nothing about it, so all the affairs of the Poison Dragon Sect were left under full control of Wu Zhi. Naturally, he didn't know about the death of the previous leader of Huang Pavilion.

Wu Zhi quickly explained: "The old man with a ghost face who took over as the leader of Huang Pavilion died two years ago. Now the person who takes over as the leader of the pavilion is a rebellious young man named Li Hanxue from the Tianwu Sect."

"So that's it." Wu Du sighed, "The old man with the ghost face is indeed a bit of a heavyweight. If he came in person, I'm afraid I would have to give him three points. But since the old man has fallen, Li Hanxue, a young junior, It's no big deal to come here to provoke. Zhi'er, please step back. If he dares to chase you here, Daddy will make sure he never comes back."

"Thank you, daddy!"

Wu Zhi quickly hid in the door on one side of the hall, preparing to watch the show.

As for the Poison Dragon Sect disciples who were fighting desperately on Han City, Wu Zhi did not intend to take care of them. He could not save them anyway. Wu Du was involved in everything. As long as the leader of the Poison Dragon Sect did not die, there was still hope for the Poison Dragon Sect's revival.

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At this time, after Li Hanxue and Mo Le passed through the purple mist, they walked through three thresholds and broke into the Poison Dragon Palace.

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