The old man was chanting a jerky incantation in his mouth, and Qin Lang suddenly felt that the white snake he was holding in his hand, which was already dead, actually moved!

What the heck?

Will this old turtle calf resurrect such a high-level spell?

Mother, is this reasonable? Qin Lang looked shocked.

And at this time, the white snake that had already lost its life "whoosh", actually broke free of Qin Lang's right hand, and flew to the old man as if it had wings, its body tightly wrapped around the old man's body, and the bright red letter thorn licked the tongue that the old man deliberately stretched out, which was extremely disgusting.

However, Qin Lang soon discovered that the eyes of this white snake were blood-red, and there was also a faint trace of black qi around his body.

"Take it, my aunt and grandmother go and clean up this old turtle leader who doesn't want Bilian!" Feng Xiaoxiao threw the hare in her arms at Qin Lang, obviously, she had lost the patience to continue to entangle with this ugly old man.

Qin Lang took the hare and reminded behind him: "Be careful, this old turtle calf is a little weird!"

"Don't worry, my aunt and grandmother beat him, it's like beating a dog!"

"Hmph, little girl, I don't know how thick the sky is! The old man will let you see the power of the evil god today!" The old man's eyes emitted a fierce light, he took two steps back, and suddenly felt a black flute from his waist.

Anyone who has watched TV knows that some of the mouthful can summon the nearby poisonous snakes and beasts through the sound of the flute, and at the moment when he touched the flute, two stones suddenly shot out of the thorn, one straight to the crotch of the old man's pants, and the other flew to his mouth.

"Smack"

The old man was caught off guard and hit both shots.

"Ahh

Where the hands were covered, it was wet, and judging from the feeling of contact, a ball was already broken and could not be broken anymore. The corners of his mouth were even more beaten, and two black rotten teeth fell to the ground with a little blood.

"Who!?hiss...... Ahh

Although the old man has never been close to women, that thing is a symbol of a normal man.

Someone was beaten up for no reason, and it wouldn't feel good to anyone, and from then on he was a crippled person, and he really couldn't raise his head to see the evil god with such a posture.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! You evil heretic, you dare to do such an ugly thing on the territory of Huaxia! Today, Dao Ye will take you as a beast for Tianxingdao!" Li Laodao walked out of the darkness, and with him were several other members of the second team of male soldiers.

Han Weiwei held a pink slingshot in her hand, staring at the old man with big eyes, it was obvious that the two stones just now were the masterpiece of her little witch.

The old man finally stood up straight with his hands on the trunk, and said with an arrogant face: "What about Huaxia......?" I, Lord Arsma, are all over the world! Soon, the whole world will be our paradise! Lord Arsma's will will be the eternal and unchanging truth of this world! And you, those who stand in the way, will go to hell forever, and you will never be able to live beyond the world!"

Qin Lang gouged out his ears: "What Sima?"

"It's Arsma......"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, let's go up together and kill this turtle grandson first!"

Feng Xiaoxiao's fist came with a strong wind, and the old man didn't dodge, watching Feng Xiaoxiao's fist pierce his body, and at the same time, a strange smile suddenly rose at the corner of the old man's mouth.

Oh no! This old lamp is weird!

Ever since he had a relationship with Feng Xiaoxiao, Qin Lang has been paying attention to her all the time, and the moment she easily punched the old man into a hole, he sensed that something was wrong. Without saying a word, he stepped forward with an arrow step, and while pulling back Feng Xiaoxiao's body, his body turned and left his back to the old man.

"Ahem...... Poof!"

The old man's mouthful of filthy and turbid black gas mixed with blood sprayed on Qin Lang's back, Qin Lang was suddenly stunned, at that moment, as if his soul had been forcibly blasted out of his body, after a burst of palpitations, the whole person spun around, and instantly lost consciousness.

Fortunately, she is fine, so I am relieved.

"Brother Lang!"

"Little prodigal!"

At this moment, Feng Xiaoxin felt a burst of unprecedented remorse, if he hadn't made a reckless move, how could he ......

"Hmm...... Hahaha! You ...... It's not because there are too many people...... To bully Lord Arsma...... A......hem, the most faithful servant? Come on, come and kill me!hahaha!" the old man was even more seriously injured, and sat down slowly against the tree, with a smile on his face after the conspiracy succeeded.

"Grandma killed you!"

Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes erupted with fire, clenched his fists and stepped forward, making a gesture about to blow the old man's head, but Wang Xinnan grabbed him. He shook his head at her, then turned his face to the old man and said in a deep voice, "What did you do?"

"Haha...... Ha. The old man wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with compassion: "If he falls under the soul-breaking spell left by the evil god, he won't want to wake up in this life! ”

"If you wake him up, we can let you go. Wang Xinnan said with a flat face.

Yes, Wang Xinnan at this moment has an absolute advantage, and the life and death of the old man is only between their thoughts.

"You...... Do you think I'll be afraid?" the old man gasped and laughed miserably, "I am the most faithful servant of the evil god Lord Arsma, and life and death have long been put aside. And when I die, my soul will be sublimated! Forever between heaven and earth! Evil God! I want to follow you forever!

The old man died.

He gouged out his heart with both hands.

The white snake that came back from the dead swallowed the old man's heart in one bite, and then disappeared into the darkness with a "whoosh".

He clung to the half-man-tall glass jar beside him, filled with a mess of bones.

Around his waist, there was a sign tied to his waist that was blackened all over and exuded a burst of evil aura, with a large right word written on it. That should be a symbol of his status.

On the ground, only two mutilated corpses remained.

"What now?"

No one thought that this kind of thing would happen suddenly.

Feng Xiaoxiao said with red eyes: "I'll take him back, the old monk must have a way to save him." ”

Wang Xinnan objected: "No, have you forgotten our mission?"

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Xinnan's eyes and said, "Is the task important, or is he important?"

It's a tough choice.

On the one hand, for the country, on the other hand, for love.

If it were you, what would you choose?

Wang Xinnan covered his head and said with a painful face: "Xiaoxiao, you know, I can't answer this question, or there is no answer to this question at all!"

"Amitabha, if there is no answer to the question, why should the benefactor bother......? Mida Buddha!"

The abrupt sound of chanting came from behind him. Wang Xinnan turned around suddenly, and found that right behind him, at some point, there was suddenly a big monk dressed in a tattered robe, who looked kind, smiled, and was three points similar to Maitreya Buddha.

At the moment, he was rubbing his knees, apparently just mentioning that he had fallen on a branch.

After trying to search in his mind, there didn't seem to be this person in his memory, Wang Xinnan didn't dare to make a mistake, and said cautiously: "Dare to ask who this master is?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Amitabha! Ahem, maybe you haven't heard of the name of Lao Wei, but my unsuccessful junior brother must know you, he is the famous dry Zen master. ”

"Ahh

Without waiting for the old monk to answer, Feng Xiaoxiao opened his mouth and said, "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, you must have come out to steal something, right?

"Amitabha, sins and sins!" The old monk hurriedly chanted the Buddha's name, and said in a serious manner: "How can the affairs of the monks be called stealing?

Hearing Feng Xiaoxiao's words, Wang Xinnan instantly lost his impression of the eminent monk in front of him, but he couldn't help but speak: "That...... Master Withered Reed, right? I wonder what you are here for?"

Master Withered Reed pointed to Qin Lang, who was lying motionless on the ground, and said, "Amitabha, the old man is here for this criminal!"

Criminals?

The master of the little prodigal son?

Not only Wang Xinnan, but almost all the people in the second team looked at him with suspicion.

When did Qin Lang have such a master? Why hadn't he heard him say it? Moreover, his master was dressed as a charlatan, and he had a history of being a thief. Thinking of Qin Lang, I have to say that the two of them ...... It seems that there are indeed some master-apprentice postures.

Master Withered Reed pointed at Qin Lang and said with hatred of iron and steel: "This evil man is an angry old man! The great divine power given to him by the old man does not cultivate, and he makes some side doors that cannot be seen all day long! The master is unlucky, the master is unlucky!"

Feng Xiaoxiao seemed to be in a hurry to go to the doctor, and pulled Master Withered Reed and said, "Master, otherwise, you should still find a way to save him! He fell under the old man's spell, as if he could seal the soul or something." ”

"It doesn't matter, this kind of carving insect skills, the old man doesn't pay attention to it at all. "Master Withered Reed's nostrils are facing the sky, with a posture that as long as Lao Tzu is there, the sky will not collapse. But his body stood still and did not move.

Wang Xinnan said a little anxiously: "Then you should do it!"

"Goo......" The withered reed master's belly made a crisp sound, then touched his bare and somewhat greasy head, and sneered: "That, the old man hasn't eaten for a day, his stomach is hungry, and his mana is seriously insufficient...... So, you get the idea. ”

Taking the compressed biscuits handed over by Wang Xinnan, Master Withered Reed was not polite at all, sat down cross-legged, eliminated a box in an instant by dividing five by two, touched the belly that was still a little shriveled, swallowed saliva and raised his head and asked, "That, is there anything else?"

"Master, this is a compressed biscuit, you ......"

"It's okay, the old man has great powers, you just have to come over. Lao Qu is a man who has a lot of strength when he is full. Not...... If there is anything else, bring it over, and the old man will not be taboo. ”

Damn! When he's Wu Erlang?

After three boxes of stomach in a row, the old monk got up satisfied, nodded, walked to Qin Lang's side, opened his eyelids and checked it, and chuckled: "Don't get in the way, the old man can wake him up in minutes." Who, yes, it's you! Bring your magic weapon! Your master has a weak kidney, but he talks you so closely. ”