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Chapter 737 The Poison Clan’s Plan

Next, there will be a fierce moment between the various meridians.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Bu Chen would do it in this way.

With the enormous power of qi and blood, he suppressed all the strong men of his generation.

Among the Poison Clan, there is already quite a few people on top of a tall building.

Some of them were sitting, some were lying down, some were reciting poems, some were playing music. Each of them had a different posture, but all looked relaxed and comfortable.

But without exception, everyone has a special temperament and is very harmonious.

It was not until Bu Chen's energy and blood power spanned the sky that they began to have some different expressions.

As a result, the previous harmonious feeling disappeared.

One of them looked at the overwhelming energy and blood and chuckled.

"It seems that our plan for the first game has been formed."

"Yes, but it's not replicable."

"That's right. The other clans have a lot of bases that are too big to be defeated, but the Poison-Eating Clan has none at all. Compared to their size, they will be dragged down by the other side sooner or later."

"So, they can only keep themselves safe and sound, and that doesn't mean anything else."

"But from now on, they will also become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of others."

"That's fine. With that little fellow's talent and strength, as long as we give them time, they can go anywhere."

Everyone immediately started discussing, and every sentence represented a change in the situation.

Obviously, even if Bu Chen performs as he does now, others are not optimistic.

Unless the Poison Clan's main camp personally intervenes to take sides, the Poison Vein will never be able to gain any power.

What was the situation like before and what will it be like in the future?

After everyone finished speaking, they looked at the person inside.

This person was not tall and had an extremely ordinary face. He seemed to disappear in the crowd at a glance.

But he has an aura that makes people remember him at first sight.

This person is the patriarch of the Poison Clan. Although he looks like this now, he used ruthless means to suppress the entire Poison Clan in the past, allowing his voice to be heard in every corner of the Poison Clan.

As for the future direction of the Poison Clan, it all depends on what this person thinks.

If he decides to leave, no one can influence his decision.

At this moment, he was staring at the chessboard in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had encountered some difficulties.

He turned a blind eye to the scene of howling winds and flying sand and rocks throughout the city.

The people among them are all elders of the Poison Clan, and they are aloof from the world.

But facing the person in front of them, they did not dare to urge him in the slightest.

After a while, the man finally placed a chess piece.

Click!

The sound rang out softly, and a ray of light lit up the moment the chess piece fell, and then disappeared.

The moment the aura appeared, everyone present felt a sense of danger sweeping through their bodies.

As beings in the holy realm, they already had no physiological reactions.

At this moment, a dense layer of cold sweat rose all over his body.

"What you said before is not wrong, but all this is determined when the other party has no base."

"But, do you think that boy can't think of this?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone fell into deep thought.

After a while, someone spoke up: "Chief, it's not that I look down on them, but with only three guys who haven't even reached the Life-Stepping Realm, how can they conquer the territory? The other buyers are not vegetarians either."

As soon as these words were spoken, others nodded.

Obviously they agree with this statement.

"No, Xiangmu hasn't appeared in all these years. There's no news. Has he left the base camp?"

The person who said this was the elder who had been distributing resources to the saints and holy women from all sides.

Of all the people here, he is the one closest to the outside world, unlike the others who live in seclusion.

So there are some news that he needs to know more than others.

"Impossible? Could he possibly hide it from us?" An elder said unwillingly.

No one responded, but turned their gaze to the patriarch.

Seeing that he didn't express anything, people who were familiar with the patriarch knew that Xiangmu had indeed left.

"How is this possible? He, who is not even a Saint, can actually hide this from us?"

"It's all a fuss, it's just the special power." The clan leader said at this time: "So, not only should we help, but we should help openly and honestly."

"If we don't help, the Poison Clan will always remain like this, and the people below will never be able to make it. Since we have decided to reshuffle the Poison Clan, then don't hesitate."

After hearing the clan leader's words, one of them continued, "What the clan leader means is that we don't need to worry about those people in the base camp anymore. We just need to keep an eye on those guys outside."

Everyone is not stupid, they understand it immediately.

Although the Poison Vein has Xiangmu, who is able to look down on the Saint Realm, it is still difficult to support the whole sect alone.

Since they have been able to achieve this, it proves that they deserve strong support.

This is setting a benchmark for other weaker veins within the Poison Clan.

The base camp can help you, but you have to show your value.

After the Poison Clan confirmed their intentions, they told others who wanted to get away with it not to come over.

This has another benefit, which is to integrate the power of the entire Poison Clan and be able to control all the power of the Poison Clan as one.

Instead of being like now, where each poison vein acts independently.

Although the current clan leader suppresses the entire Poison Clan with a tyrannical and ruthless attitude, this does not mean that future clan leaders will be able to do the same.

Seeing the patriarch nod slightly, they knew what to do next.

Then they can do it themselves.

In just a moment, the high-rise building that was once full of people was now deserted except for the patriarch.

Next, the Poison Clan’s base camp began to slowly turn like a huge and ancient machine.

Baring their sharp fangs.

However, they knew nothing about all this.

At this moment, everyone in the Poisonous Vein showed excitement on their faces when they saw Bu Chen coming out of seclusion and causing such a big commotion.

The energy and blood that spanned the sky lasted for a while, and then began to slowly recover.

At this moment, a smell of decay suddenly appeared.

The energy of Qi and blood begins to weaken the moment it comes into contact with the opponent.

Bu Chen was shocked when he saw this.

His eyes were as bright as lightning, looking in one direction.

A figure appeared in the void there at some point.

This person's body was covered in decay, revealing the flesh and even bones inside.

It appears pale and gray.

The skin and flesh on his body were like a tattered bag that could be discarded at any time.

However, in Bu Chen's perception, the other party was not mainly cultivating the physical body.

But this seemingly fragile skin actually contains powerful strength.

This person obviously cultivates Qi first and cultivates his body secondarily.

Liu Qingqing instantly appeared beside Bu Chen, frowning slightly: "Corpse Clan!"

Bu Chen shouted angrily: "It is rumored that the corpse-rotting aura of the Corpse-Rotting Clan can corrode and pollute everything, but I have never seen it and I don't know if it is true."

As soon as the words fell, a voice came over.

"it is true!"