Chilian cartilage leaves are extremely rare and expensive, and Bai Mo actually took out this thing to deal with Lingle, which shows that he has already reported that he is bound to win.

Sure enough, he listened to Bai Moyin's prediction: "This son has long known that Miss Lingle was born with a holy body, if she can get your body, it will have incredible benefits for my cultivation, and it is possible to condense the golden pill on the spot......!

Bai Mo approached step by step.

Ling Le's heart also continued to get closer to the two, and at this moment it was less than seven feet left, and it sank to the bottom.

He no longer has any ability to resist, and he can't even urge the faint true element of suicide.

Either they are humiliated, or they are humiliated after becoming a waste.

She never imagined that she would fall into such a miserable situation by surprise.

Her heart was already full of despair.

For some reason, at this moment, a young man with a silver needle appeared in front of her eyes, with a serious and cunning appearance.

Bai Mo smiled cruelly, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Lingle's fragrant shoulder.

At the moment when he was about to succeed, a sharp and cold sword aura suddenly struck from behind.

"Sun Ning!"

Bai Mo roared, he was extremely familiar with this sword qi, it was the terrifying sword intent that had hit him hard. Seeing that he was about to take up a stunning woman with the Holy Sacrament, but was disturbed at the last moment, the anger in his heart was frustrated, and it really reached an indescribable level.

Bai Mo dodged and retreated.

But in the next moment, an iron palm-like hand tightly grabbed his throat, and a strong pain hit him, making him almost faint.

This is not Sun Ning, but Master Zhikong.

Sun Ning put away the Langya stick, and said in a divine voice: "Master Zhikong, you helped me convert to this person, I still have important things to ask him!"

Master Zhikong said respectfully, "Yes!"

Sun Ning came to Lingle and asked, "Are you okay?"

Lingle was in a desperate situation, and then saw that it was Sun Ning who fell from the sky at this dangerous moment, and an indescribable heat suddenly arose in his heart, looking deeply at the back of the young man's majesty, and muttered: "Thank you for saving me!"

Sun Ning took out a super detoxification pill and said, "Take this pill, don't urge the true yuan, practice the poison of cartilage leaves, and you can completely eliminate it in six hours! Don't worry, I will stay to help you protect the Fa!"

......

Six hours later.

Sun Ning suddenly felt a tremor in his chest, was slightly stunned, and took it out, but it was the nameless talisman, which seemed to be faintly a little hot.

Sun Ning looked up and down, but found nothing else, and was inevitably puzzled.

He was about to put the talisman away, when Miss Lingle opened her eyes and was already moving freely. After seeing the talisman, Deng Shi stared at him and exclaimed, "This thing...... Where are you from?"

Sun Ning's heart moved, and said: "A few days ago, I met a strange old man, he said that I am a star killer, and I will be killed in seven days, could it be that the girl recognizes this talisman?"

"This talisman is filled with the aura of a witch spirit, and it is absolutely extraordinary...... A weird old man, you say?"

Ling Le muttered to himself, and then suddenly thought of something, and blurted out and asked, "Is there a strange old man whose knees have been cut off, seriously injured and dying, and is about to die?"

Sun Ning was surprised: "Exactly, do you recognize him?"

Ling Le nodded and said, "As far as I know, this person's name is Hei Yunsuo, and he is a witch cultivator who is even more evil than the people in the Demon Dao. He has been in Pan'an City for several months, but very few people have seen his true face, and I don't know where to hide, I have also seen him from afar, and if I want to look for him again, I can't find any trace of him!"

Sun Ning said, "Witch cultivator?"

Ling Le immediately explained: "Practicing martial arts, cultivating Buddhism, and cultivating demons is the same, and cultivating witchcraft is also a school of practice. Cultivators cultivate the mind, and they only seek infinite spiritual strength, without regard for the physical body. Their minds can communicate with the higher heavens and the earth. They cast a vicious curse that can make hundreds of millions of people live under the curse worse than death. Witch cultivators are often associated with evil, calamity, destruction, and destruction. It is precisely because their minds are so powerful that they often have the ability to be unpredictable prophets. This person's words and reminders must not be without purpose. ”

Sun Ning handed over the black talisman and said, "This talisman was given by Hei Yunsuo, saying that it may be able to let me avoid a catastrophe!

For some reason, in Sun Ning's subconscious, Lingle is trustworthy.

Taking the talisman, Ling Le looked up and down for a long time, shook his head and said, "I can't see it either! If you really encounter any irresistible danger, you can use this talisman to try it." However, if you don't touch it, throw it away. The things of the witch cultivators are better to touch less. ”

Sun Ning nodded, he himself planned to do so.

Ling Le suddenly raised his head, staring at Sun Ning with wonderful eyes like flowing waves, and said with a straight face: "That black cloud is a witch cultivator, and the witch cultivator's rehearsal of the heavenly machine is the most accurate, maybe what he said is the truth." I've practiced a small fortune arithmetic......, and I also have the skill of reckoning! I'll help you deduce?"

After thinking for a while, Sun Ning bowed his head and said, "Then there is Miss Lao!"

Ling Le sat cross-legged on the ground, and his pretty face gradually revealed the aura of divine dust, which made Sun Ning feel ashamed. Seeing that she stretched out her index finger, a volley was lightly clicked, and a snow-white light fell on the top of Sun Ning's head.

The two were no more than three feet apart.

But at this moment when the arithmetic of small fate unfolded, the three-foot distance seemed to be widened countless times in an instant.

Ling Le closed her eyes, and from the five fingers of her right hand, five white rays of light flowed out, like five surging rivers flowing in the endless void, and in just three feet, it exuded an infinite momentum like a galaxy surging!

Lingle's face quickly turned pale.

The five rivers, which had gone their own way, began to mix at this moment, and in an instant, the waves rolled and collided wildly, as if the end had come.

After a while, Ling Le's delicate body trembled violently, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground weakly.

And between the arithmetic deduction of small fate, Sun Ning's mood was quiet, and he actually felt drowsy.

Hearing the sound, he saw that Ling Le had clearly suffered a heavy blow, and his complexion changed greatly, so he hurriedly helped her up and injected a true element into her body.

Unexpectedly, Lingle's body seemed to have no meridians, and there was clearly no way for mana to be instilled, and the true yuan could not be infused at all.

Sun Ning hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Le slowly opened his eyes, shook his head gently, his eyes were full of incredulity, and said in a low voice: "Little fate arithmetic, I can't even predict your future! That's why I've been counterattacked! However, I have roughly calculated that what the black cloud said is right, you have indeed had a disaster recently." And inside and outside this Pan'an City, it is the place where blood and light gather!"

Sun Ning smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "It doesn't matter, what should come always has to come, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided!"