Smug smirked as she stabbed the hook into his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info then stabbed the hook into three points with another force.

"Ah~~Ah......"

God was merciless in pain, and his mouth let out a boundless roar. The frown on his face was like mud, revealing thick green tendons that were clearly visible.

Looking at this situation, he didn't feel the slightest sense of guilt, but said complacently: "What is this trick called?" By the way, the soldiers are not tired of cheating. Others only know that I have a moon hook, but few people know that the moon hook is actually a pair. Today you have a blessed taste, even if you die, you will not have regrets."

God was mercilessly calculated by it, and was struck hard. At this moment, he heard the slightly mocking words in his ears, and his heart was much clearer for some reason.

Seeing that it was still ironic on the sidelines, he quickly calmed himself down. Without it noticing, it silently used the true qi of his whole body and his palm, and quickly abandoned his sword, put his palm into his fist, and slammed it into the body of the complacent man.

After being struck, he suddenly withdrew more than 100 meters before he could stabilize his body. Looking at a nearly pierced chest on its chest, its face showed incredulity.

Although it is a spirit, it does not feel pain. However, this swift blow with true qi had already destroyed its Purple Mansion, even if it was a spirit clan, it felt a sense of dizziness permeating its whole body, and the most terrifying thing was that it sensed that the true qi in its body was slowly dissipating.

On the other side, Shen was ruthless, his situation seemed to be much more serious than that of Kui, who was originally stabbed into three points by the Moon Hook Thorn and was seriously injured. Now he has strengthened the true qi of the whole body, causing the meridians in the body to be disordered, which makes him hurt and injured. What's more serious is that although he punched Kui's body, but between the blows, Kui dragged the moon hook away from his body, which made his chest be torn open by the moon hook, and even the internal organs inside were clearly visible.

At this time, he felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and with indisputable perseverance, he laboriously tapped and counted on the acupoints of his body before he passed out peacefully.

Not to mention, the amazing thing is that after he counted the points, the blood that had been flowing out was gradually coagulating, and it was no longer flowing like before.

Seeing this, the people of the Nightingale Mercenary Regiment came to his side in a panic, and a quick-eyed man grabbed the body that was about to fall, and put him on the ground with a jump. But for the injury that was hit by this heavy blow, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and he could only use the transmission of true qi, hoping to make him feel better.

Forgetting to put his hands together, he silently recited a Buddhist scripture, and then stepped on the lotus plate and came belatedly. He also frowned when he looked at the ruthlessness of the god who had been hit hard.

"Monk, please save our God Protector"!

"Yes, Divine Monk, save people's lives, and win the seventh-level floating slaughter."

……

For the nightingale people, they have no way to deal with the merciless wound of God, and when they see that they forget about it, they can only pin their hopes on the high monks of the hidden door of this Longyin Temple.

Oblivion nodded, leaned down slightly, and reached out two fingers to rest on his wrists. It was only after half a ring, and I didn't see the slightest indication from him, on the contrary, his brow was even deeper.

The Nightingale was anxious and wanted to ask, but they were afraid of disturbing his further investigation, so they could only do it in a hurry.

After another moment, after a sigh of forgetfulness, he put down the movements in his hand and shouted into the distance: "Uncle Shi, come over for a moment."

The mad monk was stunned for a moment, stepped on the void, and only came to his side in a trance. With a question on his face, he said, "What's the situation"?

Forgetfulness didn't answer, but just looked at it with an uncertain look in a ruthless look.

Ling Yun frowned, so he didn't ask anymore, squatted down, and stuck out two fingers like a forgetful look, checking his injuries.

"Press"?

Soon after his hand rested on God's merciless wrist, he noticed a problem.

Forgetting to look at Ling Yun's reaction, he was even more sure that his guess was completely correct. So he asked in a low voice: "Uncle Shi, although his qi is disordered, what really makes him unconscious should be poisoned, isn't it?"

The mad monk did not answer, and continued his investigation. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Your guess is completely correct, he is not only poisoned, but also poisoned." As far as I know, there are very few of them that can be unraveled."

When the nightingale heard this, they were shocked. They begged the mad monk to help them and save their protectors.

What's more, perhaps because of God's merciless favor, they gave up their dignity and knelt proudly, hoping that Ling Yun would do his best to save one of his lives.

Ling Yun stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the endless starry sky, and said in a faint voice: "Although your Dharma Protector is a straight person, he is also a person with a true temperament. If I can save him from my madness, I will naturally not be stingy, but the poison of this fence, don't say it's me Lingyun, even anyone present, it's not so easy to unravel it."

The nightingale looked at each other. I don't know what to do.

Suddenly, a man with a flexible brain gritted his teeth and shouted, "Since the Divine Protector was injured by that person who is not a human being, a ghost or a ghost, then it will definitely have an antidote, as long as we catch him and force him to hand over the antidote, then everything will be solved."

"That's right, what Xiao Si said is reasonable, seize it and avenge the divine protector."

"Yes, cut off its head, the blood blade and the spirit of the two clans."

……

The more the nightingale spoke, the more excited they became, ready to take out their long swords at any time, intending to fight to the death with the two clans.

Seeing this, Ling Yun frowned and stopped: "Slow, what's the difference between you going like this and committing suicide, don't save your Dharma protector's life at that time, but instead take the lives of all of you."

The nightingale felt justified when they thought about it, and they were suddenly full of frustration. However, there are still a few people who have a deep grudge against it, hoping that it can be lived and forced out of the antidote.

In the end, though, reason prevailed over everything. However, they continued to ask Ling Yun if there was any other way to cure the poison of this fence.

Ling Yun thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The poison of the hedge is developed by the flower of the hedge with the five poisons of Qimen, the flower of the hedge likes shade, and it generally grows in an extremely cold place for thousands of years before it can bloom, and it can be made into a thousand years of strange poison." Normally, this kind of flower can only occasionally encounter one or two plants in the cold land of the north, and now that it appears here, it can only be that the Titans who have been rampant in the north can take out this poison so easily, but I don't know how many of these poisons they have, if there are too many, it will be a huge disaster for the Monk Alliance."

At this time, he sighed faintly, and then continued: "I haven't heard of a real antidote to this poison, and maybe it is not in the hands of the Titans. However, there is a legend that the Tree of Life, the treasure of heaven and earth, can cure all kinds of poisons, but this treasure of heaven and earth is impossible to find at all. Alas! Not to mention the rest of the one, and to say it is to say it at all."

Nightingale everyone was stunned, and when they heard the back, they shouted that they hoped that the mad monk would be able to finish his words, and one more clue would give him an extra layer of hope. No matter how difficult the road is, they will do their best to save their Dharma Protector.

After Ling Yun sighed helplessly, he said: "This legend is even more ethereal, although the tree of life is very absurd, but I have heard the monks in the temple mention it. But there is no clue about this race, they are the Ancient Rain Clan. Legend has it that this group is not only superb, but what is even more amazing is that their medical skills are the best in the world and proud of the sky. It's just a pity that I've never heard anyone mention this mysterious race. ”

The cycle of cause and effect often lies in what kind of cause is sown and what kind of effect is reaped.

It's not that you don't report it, but that the time has not come. 、

Clever tricks, using the insidious means of hiding hooks in his sleeves, despicable plots against God ruthlessness. It's just that when it was smug, it was ruthlessly and fatally counterattacked by God, and a punch almost pierced the chest, and it also tasted the bitter fruit it planted.

It stands to reason that it was fighting for the race, and that it was so badly wounded that it deserved to be greeted heroically and cared for by the community. However, there is nothing that should be, and what should not be there is a cold look from the dragon.

Originally, everyone in the Spirit Clan saw that he was seriously injured and wanted to come forward to investigate, but they were stopped by the ruthless wave of his hand. For these cold-blooded races, there will not be too many people who are sophisticated, and the only thing left is obedience. Now that it is the order of the dragon, they will no longer cling to the life and death of the mud, anyway, the spirit clan brothers billions, you can't do it, there are latecomers who come first.

Although he is a spirit race, he is cold-blooded and ruthless. Seeing such a situation at this moment, it still felt that there was a moment of blankness in its heart, and it still felt that the cold wind of the night today seemed to be extraordinarily infiltrating. It gritted its teeth, ignoring the black blood that kept flowing out of its chest, and slowly walked towards its own people, step by step.

The distance between the two is several hundred meters, and if you are not injured before the injury, I am afraid that it will only take an instant to reach. And now, it has walked for almost half an hour, walked and stopped, stopped and walked, crooked, and only traveled about half the distance. If it weren't for its obsession, it might have been unable to hold on, and it might have been unable to stay in the air and fall to the ground.

In the eyes of the crowd, it was the first time that it really felt the horror of the two spiritual races, and the first time it felt the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the spiritual and spiritual races. This is true for treating one's own people, let alone others.

For those who have already taken the Myelin Devouring Pill, a haze called regret is buried in their hearts, they regret that they should not be so easily bewitched, but instead put their lives in the hands of such a cold-blooded person. But is there room for them to regret it now?

It's all done, and it's too late to regret it, unless, they have the courage of the light blue yo.