Chapter 722: Poison Dragon Palace

Under Li Hanxue's spiritual power, Wu Zhi had no chance to escape.

Because no matter where he fled, Li Hanxue could always lock his position in the first place.

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

The hall was dark on all sides, without any light from outside, and it was even darker than the rainy night outside.

"Wu Zhi ran so fast!" Mo Le said, "Li Hanxue, the vision here is dim, and there is no figure at all. Should we chase him?"

Li Hanxue said, "You can't see without spiritual power. I know where Wu Zhi is. Just follow me."

"Having spiritual power can still see things in the dark? It's amazing. I must learn this thing." Mo Le was surprised.

Li Hanxue rushed into a narrow side door and then entered a narrow passage. The path of this passage was winding and very tortuous, just like a maze. In addition, the light was extremely dim, and people who entered it could easily lose their sense of direction.

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

But this would not happen to Li Hanxue.

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

"What the hell! How did Li Hanxue catch up?" Wu Zhi was shocked. "If I fight him, it's hard to predict the outcome. But there are nearly 100,000 disciples from the Wild Pavilion pouring in. The situation is unstoppable. The Poison Dragon Sect is completely finished. Now even if I kill Li Hanxue, it will be useless. He has Ji Xiangtian and Su Xun, the damn guys, under his command. It's hard for me to deal with any of them. If they join forces, it will be a luxury for me to survive. For now, I have to ask my father for help."

Wu Zhi turned his footsteps quickly and went into a purple mist.

Li Hanxue was halfway through the chase and suddenly lost the sense of Wu Zhi.

He and Mo Le stood in front of a thick purple mist, hesitating.

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

"Wu Zhi is in here." Li Hanxue stared at the purple mist with a solemn look on her face.

"Why don't you chase him?"

"There may be a very powerful person in here."

"Then let's retreat."

Mo Le's decisiveness made Li Hanxue a little amused.

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

As he said that, Li Hanxue dived into the purple mist.

Mo Le gritted his teeth and followed Li Hanxue in.

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In a hall, two purple dragons surrounded the four walls. The dragon bodies were fat, and the dragon heads were one up and one down, high above the center.

The two evil dragons looked fierce, and the four purple eyes flashed in the darkness, emitting a breathtaking faint light.

Being stared at by these two pairs of eyes, I am afraid that everyone would feel terrified.

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. Normally, no one from the Poison Dragon Sect can enter here. Those who disobey the order will surely end up miserably.

Under the dragon head, there is an iron disc with deep grooves carved on it. Purple poisonous water keeps rolling in the grooves, emitting dense poisonous gas.

And an old man with white hair, his face wrinkled, like dry bark, as if it would fall off with a slight touch.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the disc, holding the Yuan and guarding the One, and streams of purple poisonous gas entered and exited his body, forming a cycle.

A young man rushed into the hall with a panicked look. This person was Wu Zhi who fled in a panic.

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

"My son, why are you in such a hurry?" It turned out that the white-haired old man was Wu Zhi's father. His real name was Wu Zhan. Later, he became famous for using poison and founded the Poison Dragon Sect, changing his name to Wu Du.

Wu Zhi cried and complained: "Daddy, Jianhan City is about to be captured by Huangge. I fell into the trap of the master of Huangge, and our disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect were almost wiped out. Now Huangge has poured 100,000 soldiers and horses into Jianhan City. The major guardian elders are still fighting hard. I was chased by the master of Huangge. I had no choice but to flee here to disturb Daddy's meditation. I really deserve to die. I really have no face to see Daddy."

Wu Du heard it, but he was unmoved, and still sat in the center as steady as a mountain.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Zhi'er, you have to understand one thing. A sect, as long as the backbone is not destroyed, it will always survive in this world. As long as your father is not dead, and you Wu Zhi is not dead, then this Poison Dragon Sect will never be destroyed."

Wu Zhi was delighted when he heard it: "Does Daddy have any good ideas to reverse the situation?"

Wu Du smiled: "Zhi'er, you will understand later that the 100,000 soldiers of the Wild Pavilion are just a paper tiger in front of me. I will annihilate them in an instant."

Wu Zhi was overjoyed, as if he had taken a reassurance pill: "With Daddy's words, the child is relieved. But the Lord of the Wild Pavilion, Li Hanxue, is following me. It won't be long before he finds this place. Daddy, please be careful."

"The Lord of the Wild Pavilion, Li Hanxue?" Wu Du's face trembled, "Isn't the Lord of the Wild Pavilion that old man with the ghost face?"

Wu Du's identity in the Poison Dragon Sect is mysterious. He has been practicing in seclusion, not paying attention to what is happening outside. He usually doesn't see anyone, let alone the guardian elders. He hasn't seen his own son Wu Zhi for more than ten years. He knows nothing about what is happening outside. Therefore, all affairs of the Poison Dragon Sect are under the full control of Wu Zhi. Naturally, he doesn't know about the death of the previous master of the Desolate Pavilion.

Wu Zhi quickly explained, "The previous leader of Huang Pavilion, Ghost Face Old Man, died two years ago. The current leader is a rebel from Tianwu Sect, a young junior named Li Hanxue."

"I see." Wu Du sighed, "The Ghost Face Old Man is indeed quite powerful. If he came in person, I would probably give him some leeway. But since this old man has died, it is not worth mentioning that Li Hanxue, a young junior, comes to provoke him. Zhi'er, you retreat first. If he dares to chase in 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, ready to watch the show.

As for the disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect who were fighting desperately in Hancheng, Wu Zhi did not intend to care about them. Anyway, he could not save them. Wu Du was there for everything. As long as the leader of the Poison Dragon Sect was not dead, the Poison Dragon Sect still had hope of revival.

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

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