Chapter 765: The Death of the Northern Tang Dynasty, a life-saving benefactor
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At this time, Zhang Sizhang was studying a half-ghost.
He was not afraid of death, holding a knife, and with the help of the phantom master, he disemboweled the half-ghost who was still screaming!
Hey......
The two phantomists who helped him restrain the half-ghost were so disgusted that they couldn't turn their faces away.
This old man is a madman!
slaughtered the half-ghost like a chicken and a duck.
Also slaughter, while making records.
What's even more exaggerated is that the old man still hummed a song, and he was very happy to watch it.
In the end, he even said to the half-ghost: "Oh, the old man has waited for so many years, and finally he has waited for you little cuties." ”
Gee......
Listen, is this human speech?
I even called the half-ghost who eats people 'cutie'!
The queen's master, what a weirdo!
Zhang Sizhang ignored the expressions of the phantom masters and continued to raise his sword to fight with the half-ghosts.
These people don't understand, he has been practicing medicine for many years, he has been alone, he wants to find the most difficult disease in the world to test his medical skills!
Now, he has finally found it!
However, he cut open the internal organs of the half-ghost, and even the tiny meridians, and looked through them repeatedly, but there was no reason for the half-ghost corpse.
Zhang Sizhang was extremely angry, kicked at the half-ghost, and scolded: "You monsters, how did you become like this?!" ”
Whew!
The half-ghost was kicked by him, and he broke free from the confinement of the phantom master and pounced on him!
"Help!"
Zhang Sizhang shouted in horror: "Hey, my meat is too old, don't eat me, the two in the back are young and tender, you go eat them!" ”
The two phantomists are full of black lines, this old man, he has no conscience. One read the book ww?w?・1?k?a?s?h?u look?
They were ordered to protect him!
Old man Zhang didn't care about them, the half-ghost was chasing him, and he desperately fled out.
Unexpectedly, this escape actually broke into a ruin, where a half-ghost locked in a yard!
Belch!
Old man Zhang's face stiffened, the half-ghost of this ruin, it seemed that he wanted the illusionist to keep it and do research for him.
Now, it seems a bit self-inflicted!
The half-ghost was the most stimulated, as soon as the old man Zhang broke in, the half-ghost inside immediately went crazy, and a few of them had great strength, broke the chain, opened their mouths of blood, and bit him!
"Ahh Don't eat me! "Old man Zhang's Xuan power is not high, and when he encounters a murderous half-ghost, he has to hug his head and run away!
The half-ghost has evolved, and the degree is fast, and a leap has already intercepted his way!
Old man Zhang was besieged by half-ghosts, his face turned pale with fright, he trembled all over, and he didn't even have the strength to escape!
It seems that today's old life is going to be explained here.
He took out a packet of poison and was about to stuff it into his mouth, thinking to himself that he was poisoned, and the half-ghost would be poisoned and die if he sucked his flesh!
In this way, his revenge can be regarded as revenge!
Suddenly, an eagle clucked, and an eagle falcon descended from the sky and snatched the poison from his hand!
"Damn brutes, even poison is grabbed!" Old man Zhang was furious, and he couldn't wait to tear this falcon alive!
Now it seems that his revenge can only be handed over to his apprentice to avenge!
When he was desperate, a flash of light flashed in front of him, and a figure killed, and in a few ups and downs of the ink knife, he killed the half-ghosts besieging him!
The half-ghost turned into a fire, and it was also extinguished by that person with his mystical power!
"Let's go!" The man dragged him and took him away.
Zhang Sizhang was dizzy and rested for a while before he came back to his senses and looked at the person who saved him.
It was a young offspring, in his twenties, with deep facial features and a very handsome face.
Dressed in a well-dressed black brocade robe, with a slender ink knife on his waist, the purple light on the ink knife flowed, and it turned out to be a spiritual weapon!
On the bracer of his arm, perched a gray falcon, the same eagle that had robbed him of his poison!