From the man in sunglasses wanting to kill Jiang Ning with a hammer, to a flash of lightning suddenly falling into the house, splitting the man in sunglasses to death at once, this process did not even take a tenth of a second, so everyone in the hall realized what had happened after a long while. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zi Ling had already come to Jiang Ning's side at this moment, maintaining the action of preparing to rescue him, but her movements were frozen there, with a red little mouth, and the boss of Zhang was stunned.

When Daoist priest Zhang Shaoxia and Fa He looked at Jiang Ning and them, they also flashed a deep look of shock, they didn't expect that it was just an ordinary battle, but it actually attracted the participation of the thunder that represented the power of heavenly punishment......

Wu Neng, the fat man lying on the ground, was the first to wake up from the shock, and he didn't know what shiny thing he held in his fat hand, but then he quietly disappeared.

"Oh, I'm rubbing, I'm killing the fat brother, I'......"

Wu Neng seemed to realize the pain, and cried and howled miserably.

Immediately, everyone also woke up in the fat man's pig-like howl.

That man in sunglasses should be dead, right? Four-eyed, he should still be alive, right?

Zi Ling silently recited these two sentences in his heart, and he dared to stretch out his short sword and pick it towards the man in sunglasses.

Laugh at!

The sharp tip of the sword suddenly left a scratch on the man in sunglasses, and blood flowed out, but the other party did not react at all.

Call...... Dead, really dead.

Seeing this, Zi Ling couldn't help but let out a long breath, for this extremely difficult monk of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period, Zi Ling had a headache, and now he saw that the other party had hung up, and he immediately felt relieved.

"Hey, Four-Eyes, are you dead? If you're not dead, move around, or I'll be able to stab you with a sword? As he spoke, Zi Ling's beautiful eyes looked at Jiang Ninglai.

However, after Zi Ling finished speaking, Jiang Ning's body did not move at all.

Also dead?

Confused, Zi Ling stretched out his short sword and tapped it on Jiang Ning's body.

After all, the other party was her companion, and Zi Ling naturally couldn't really stab him like she did with the man in sunglasses.

However, as a mid-foundation building monk, Zi Ling's strength on her wrist was naturally not to be underestimated, and she used her sharp short sword to hit Jiang Ning twice, even if she didn't puncture his skin, it was almost the same, however, Jiang Ning was still there motionless.

It's not really going to die, is it?

Zi Ling's heart couldn't help but feel a faint sadness.

She and Jiang Ning have only done a few tasks together, and the two have not been together for too long, so naturally they can't talk about any too deep friendship, as for love and love, it is even more impossible, but in the past few days of doing tasks with Jiang Ning, Zi Ling has regarded each other as a relatively good friend.

Now that she thinks that such a friend may have passed away, it is normal for her to feel some sadness in her heart.

"Damn, Jiang Ning is still dead? Hey, I told him that there was no benefit in going against the old immortal of the East, you see, he died at his hands in the end...... Hey, monk and Taoist, isn't your profession to give people a supernatural death, reciting a mantra or something? Hurry up, this dead person, you haven't come to chant the scriptures! ”

The fat man Wu Neng struggled for a long time before he got up from the ground, and then limped to Jiang Ning's side, seeing Zi Ling's sad face, he immediately chattered, and then beckoned Zhang Shaoxia and Fahe to come over and chant......

"Oh, dead fat man, you lack virtue and smoke, what are you talking nonsense, you are still not sure whether the four-eyed child is dead or not, what kind of scripture are you chanting, you can't come over, take a hand, release your good brother first, otherwise, even if he doesn't die, he will be crushed to death by this man in sunglasses." Zi Ling rolled his eyes and said.

was snatched away by Zi Ling, and the fat man didn't know what he was muttering, but he still worked with Zi Ling to pull the tall man in sunglasses away, leaving Jiang Ning, who was lying on the ground motionless.

At this time, Jiang Ning was miserable, he had already made his body bloody when he resisted the hammer of the man in sunglasses before, and then he was smashed by the other party's heavy body, even with the 'baptism' of thunder and lightning, and now, Jiang Ning's back was bloody and black, which made Zi Ling and the fat man both gasp.

"Hey, four-eyed, can you hear me?"

"Jiang Ning, are you dead? If you don't die, move hey, turn over or something, let the fat brother take a look at ......"

Zi Ling and the fat man then greeted Jiang Ning, however, after greeting for a while, the other party was still lying there motionless.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, which of the two of you got the Phantom Demon?"

"Amitabha, the two donors, the one who got the phantom demon, please inform the little monk."

At this time, Zhang Shaoxia and Fa He also came over, compared to Jiang Ning, who only had a few faces, it was obvious that they were more interested in the belonging of the phantom demon.

Phantoms? Oh, yes! Just now, it seems that the Gate of Cultivating Immortals said that the phantom demon has been taken away, and the task of capturing the phantom demon is over!

At this time, Zi Ling and the fat man couldn't help but react.

Just now, they were shackled by Jiang Ning's pursuit and killing, and for a while, their energy was focused on this side, and at this moment, when they heard the monk and Taoist priest ask about the phantom demon, they suddenly remembered the notification message of the Immortal Cultivation Gate in their respective bodies just now.

"Phantoms? Phantom hair, I just got those damn rabbits, either chopsticks or plates, and the last one is a lion's head, and I can't drop the fat brother! ”

When it came to the phantom demon, the fat man Wu Neng was angry and scolded.

"When I fought with that man in sunglasses before, I also collected a few rabbits, but none of them are phantoms, right?" Zi Ling also said depressedly.

Hearing the two say this, Zhang Shaoxia and Fahe couldn't help but look at each other and exchanged a look, and then, Zhang Shaoxia said: "In this way, this phantom demon is not on the four of us, that is, ......"

Speaking of this, everyone else also understood, and they all looked at Jiang Ning, who was lying on the ground, miserable.

Because, just before the gate of cultivating immortals announced that the phantom demon had been accepted, everyone saw Jiang Ning put away a rabbit, and everyone present denied it, obviously, Jiang Ning's suspicion was the greatest!

"Amitabha, Master Jiang Ning, if you can hear the words of the little monk, please get up, and we will discuss the ownership of the phantom demon!" The mouth of the Fa River recites the Buddha's trumpet.

And Zhang Shaoxia was more direct, "Jiang Ning, hurry up and hand over the phantom demon, otherwise, Dao Ye, I will be unkind to you!" ”