The Immortal’s Poison

Luo Da waved his hands back and threw up his eyes. He looked up from the swollen eyes in front of him, staring at the old men of the Wen family: "This is not the end!"

Grandpa's hands and feet are alive, and after a while, Yin Hong's pungent blood slowly flows out along the hollow bamboo needle. Luo Luo's second sighed with relief, and moved his hands and feet to stand up to his brother, staring and scolding. : "Wen family, fight again!"

Uncle Wen shook his head with a smile: "Pull it down, and you will lose again. He is our grandson." He pointed to Wen Leyang, who was somewhat helpless, and continued: "He has spoken, we all stopped. In fact, if you two old things do n’t take care of yourself or hurt others, Luo Er, you are not guilty of poisoning, Luo Da, you deserve to be beaten! "

Mr. Luo can only see things through the slits of his eyelids. His chin is almost parallel to the ground. Only then can he see Wen Leyang's face. "Grandpa is me? Is that a mouth signal? Is your kid Wen's?" Was it caught by the monk? "

Wen Leyang shook his head, and he didn't care about saying anything else. He asked the four grandpas directly: "You are ..."

Master Wen was simply incomparable, temporarily suppressing his own question and answering directly: "As soon as we arrived at Mount Emei, we were intercepted by a group of demon monks. Here, kid, we are not warm. This time we fell out of the way! But I did n’t expect that the surname Luo also came in two days. They were unlucky than us. Our things, poison, monk They did n’t move, but the Luo family ’s corpses were all reimbursed by the bald donkeys! "

The two heads of the Luo family snorted at the same time.

Master Wen continued with a smile and said, "Here, the monks cast spells and acted as usual in the yard, but as soon as they were close to the wall, people would be bounced back, from light work to digging. In a few months, we thought After trying his best, he couldn't run out. When the fourth elder was angry, he planted moon malaria in the yard. We can't get out, and the monks don't want to come in! "

Wen Leyang casually found a courtyard wall and walked over quickly. Sure enough, as soon as he approached the surrounding wall, he immediately waved back with a soft power, and blocked his footsteps steadily. He leaned over before and tried his strength. Then he began to retreat and slowly accumulate energy.

Mr. Luo pointed his chin to Grandpa Wen ’s forehead and laughed silently: “Your descendants of the Wen family are so confident?” He had n’t finished his words, and a sudden violent wind rose from him, and Wen Leyang had sent Galloping force, rushed down the courtyard wall like lightning, and smashed himself against the hard stone wall like an angry dragon through the inertia of the heavy body!

Without a trace of sound, Mr. Luo only felt that the ground beneath his feet was suddenly pulled by great force, diligently expanded, and immediately contracted quickly. Wen Leyang had lost his figure in front of him. A large humanoid figure appeared on the courtyard wall, this kid His posture when he hit the wall was deeply recorded.

Everyone was surprised to grow their mouths, and began to drop dust from around the courtyard wall that Wen Leyang crashed. The ban that could not be surpassed anyway, now it is like acid-corroded plastic, and the gap is quietly silent. The expansion has gradually expanded from a human figure to enough gaps for two buses and discharged.

When Wen Leyang was in contact with the wall, every joint in the whole body was trembling, and all the poisons of the whole body were swayed with the wrong fist, and the mottled ancient wall was eroded between the electro-optical flints, which penetrated out. Standing outside, looking at him with a smile.

Whether it is a magic weapon, a spell, or a ban, it is the spellcaster who uses the power of God to create it. In addition to poison refining, the greatest beauty of the wrong fist left by Tuosha Master is that he can destroy it with poison. A trace of the primordial spirit that drives the spell, and once the primordial spirit is broken, any spell becomes air.

Wen Leyang looked around cautiously and whispered to Chang Zi: "Did you alarm the monk?"

Chang Li smiled softly, and the whole night sky was lit up, and a few traces of femininity fluttered gently, a little puzzled answer: "Monk? Not a monk."

A chin sneaked out of the gap ...

Uncle Luo looked around in disbelief: "Spell ... Spell broken?"

The footsteps, which are lighter than raccoon cats, quickly sounded. Even the life-and-death Wen Jia 2nd, 3rd and 4th were full of surprises, and came out behind the uncle. More than a hundred silhouettes or light spirits, or stiff, but the movements are strangely and quickly out of the gap of the black hole, but after a while, these silhouettes disappeared in all corners, occupying every position that is conducive to sniper protection Several masters.

Uncle Wen saw that there was a pretty raccoon standing outside, froze for a moment, and whispered to Wen Leyang, angrily: "Study your uncle less!"

Wen Leyang was startled. Chang Tan was an out-and-out witch who was moody and smiled in the first second. Maybe the NPC would be unloaded in the next second, although there was some incense with their Wen family However, Wen Leyang was not sure whether she would suddenly turn her face, just wanted to explain a few words, and suddenly her heart was shocked, and the whole body's skin was tightly tightened for no reason, as if there was a huge danger quietly approaching.

Jianli gave him a slightly surprised look and gently smiled: "It's getting more and more interesting." He said, raising his eyes and looking forward.

A monk was running towards them in panic, neither deliberately evading nor taking light steps. When he was about to enter the ambush circle of the dead font and the hundred-footed insect, he suddenly stopped his steps: "You ... you ... How did it come out, go back quickly, it would be great if the monks in front knew. "

The monk was in his thirties, with long thick eyebrows and full eyes, but his mouth was too small and his lips were red.

Grand Master Wen's eyes flashed fiercely, and he smiled in his mouth: "Master, something happened in the yard!" As he stepped forward, the other three grandpas obliquely followed him behind him. Before they were captured, they played with the monks of the Great Compassion Temple for a few days. Although the monks can spell, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary people in physical constitution, and they will fall to the ground when they encounter high poison.

The monk's head shook quickly, and the tone kept urging: "Go back, go back, you have to go back for anything ..."

Grandpa continued to perfunctory, pretending to say mysteriously: "Master, there are ghosts in the yard!"

Wen Leyang turned his head to look at Changzi ~ www.readwn.com ~ Changqin just stared at the monk thoughtfully, frowning slightly, and the bright and delicate facial features shrouded in a layer of faint doubts, which ignored him.

Whether the leader of Wen and Luo, or the master of the secret servo, has tightened the strength of the whole body, ready to kill with a blow at any time. The little-mouthed monk didn't seem to find Xiao Xiao killing in the air at all, and frowned and snarled: "Nonsense, how can there be demons and ghosts in the Buddhist shrine!"

Chang Li suddenly smiled and said: "Is it really not?"

The little-mouthed monk was stunned, and gave her a strange look.

Wen Leyang knew that he would not move the witch, and quickly hurried to the grandfather, and said in his mouth: "There are ghosts ... How can we come out?"

The little-mouthed monk seemed to be a little flustered by a group of people. You looked at Wen Leyang following the voice, opened his mouth just to speak, but suddenly made a funny grimace at him, slightly raised his head, nose The twitch was rapid, and the frequency was not attainable by humans. The entire face was rapidly contracted and relaxed with the twitch of the nose, just like an invisible big hand kept pinching on his face.

Grandpa Wen saw the monk's face cramped, stopped, and looked back at the four grandpas: "Your hand ..." Grandpa's words haven't been finished yet, the small-mouthed monk has stopped convulsions, using a kind of greed With a terrifying look, he stared at Wen Leyang violently, and outstretched a hand in the trembling of tremendous desire, and said to Wen Leyang: "Here it is!"

Changzi also smiled crisply beside him: "Give him."

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