At this time, Ren Song, who was hanging upside down from the tree, looked at the situation below a little inexplicably, only to see Zhou Hong with one foot raised, the other leg on tiptoe, the whole body leaning forward, two arms stretched out, one of which still had the snake medicine burden on his hand, and the wooden pole on the other hand kept swinging up and down, as if he wanted to overturn the blood-colored basin, but he couldn't reach it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at this situation, it seems that the old monk Jueming did something in that basin, so that he could not come forward, so he had to use a long pole to pick it. Seeing that he picked it several times in a row, he was only about two fingers away, but he couldn't touch the pot, and the cowardice on the tree couldn't help but speak: "Brother Zhou, what kind of trap did the old bald man put on the side of the basin?" ”

"Huh?" Zhou Hong, who was picking up the basin, was stunned when he heard this, and immediately understood that he was referring to his current appearance, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's not the old monk, it's Wang Lingguan!" ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, waiting for Ren Song's reaction, Xiao Tiantian, the fox demon who had just regained consciousness tied to his feet, shouted in surprise: "Brother Zhou, you can't be mistaken, right?" ”

"It's this burden that's holding me now!" Zhou Hong only replied, and then concentrated on fiddling with the basin, and the master and servant on the tree looked at each other. They already knew that the old man who was selling medicine was the chief of the Lingguan Palace, but they didn't understand what this Great True Monarch wanted to do?

"Ah...... Mida Buddha! …… Sin! ......" Behind Zhou Hong, the voice of the old monk came, Ren Song on the tree was shocked when he heard the sound, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the old monk had slowly sat up at this time, and he was so anxious that he shouted: "Brother Zhou, hurry, hurry!" The old bald man woke up, make up for it again! ”

"Huh?" Zhou Hong, who was concentrating on poking the basin, had changed greatly when he heard the words of the old monk, and hurriedly turned around when he heard the words of the cowardly goods on the tree, but found that the old monk was far away at this time, he was a decisive person, and immediately ignored Jueming and continued to turn over the basin.

"Hehehe, Mr. Zhou is really a thief...... "The old monk behind him took two steps forward with a smile, he smiled on his face, but he was also a little anxious in his heart, seeing that the great success was about to be completed, but he killed Zhou Honglai halfway, I never thought that the horse master of the Dragon Palace really had two hits, and the long pole just now...... Thinking of this, the old monk Jueming shuddered, although he didn't know what magic weapon it was, but the blow just now ...... If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know what it was, he didn't fully exert the full power of that treasure, but he was afraid that he would have disappeared long ago.

Glancing at the long pole in Zhou Hong's hand that was constantly poking the basin, the old monk's heart was like a mirror, although this kid could only exert twenty percent of the power of the long pole at most, but if he really touched the altar, he was afraid that the effort he had spent before would really be empty of the bamboo basket. Seeing the long metal needle at the top of the wooden pole swaying back and forth less than two inches away from the Blood Altar, the electric sparks on the tip of the needle "snapped", and the heart of the old monk Jueming hung directly in his throat.

After combing through the spells he had learned in his life, the old monk found that none of the methods could be effective against this long pole, but the old monk also saw that this long pole was not Zhou Hong's natal magic weapon, and this guy had never even practiced it, that is, only in his hands could he cast this thing. Feeling this flaw, the old monk had a calculation in his heart, but he felt that it was too dangerous, and he couldn't make up his mind.

Seeing that Zhou Hong leaned forward again, and at this time, the long metal needle was less than an inch away from the basin, the old monk's heart jumped, and he no longer had any scruples. I grabbed it in one step, and I wanted to protect the basin. However, as soon as he entered the attack range of the long pole, Zhou Hong in front of him shouted, and violently pulled the burden on the ground, wanting to use this power to spin his body, and then stab the long pole in his hand Jueming.

In fact, he was poking the basin with a long pole just now, but the whole person's spirit was all concerned about the old monk behind him, and when he saw that he really came over, he was overjoyed, and he was engrossed in observing Jueming's movements, and thought of a way to deal with it......

Later, as expected, as soon as the old monk Jueming entered the range of the long pole, Zhou Hong cast a premeditated whirling stab......

However, there are accidents in everything, and they often happen when people least want to see them, and this son-in-law of the Dragon Palace is no exception, when he pulls the burden on the ground, he wants to use the power of the reverse pull to send himself to the old monk, and then stab him with a long pole. He just tugged at the burden on his arm, and the snake medicine bag that had been sticking to the ground lifted up along his arm.

As soon as the strength in his hand was empty, Zhou Hong could no longer control his arm, but he saw that the medicine bag flew into the bloody basin in an instant, and Zhou Hong also fell firmly, and two golden Buddha's hands swept over his head, which startled him.

The monk Jueming who just wanted to take the long pole was also very unexpected, this Zhou Hong's luck was too good, he was just about to grab the magic weapon, this Zhou Hong just fell, and what's worse was that as soon as the burden in his hand flew into the altar, he heard several crisp sounds, and then more than ten glass bottles flashing of various colors burst out of the basin, and after bursting in mid-air, countless colorful smoke flew out, enveloping the blood basin, the laurel tree, and the unconscious Dragon King on the ground.

Because the smoke was too thick, the old monk couldn't see the situation inside clearly at this time, and he was also very anxious in his heart. Just as he was about to take a look into the colored smoke, Zhou Hong's long rod was handed to him again. He was taken aback.

Although Zhou Hong fell to the ground in embarrassment just now, he also completely lifted the restrictions on him from the burden of snake medicine, seeing the medicine bag into the basin and the colorful mist rising, if he didn't know that Wang Lingguan was helping at this time, he would really be even more stupid than Ren Song himself. Although I don't understand why I have to wait until now, but with strong reinforcements, hope suddenly ignited in the heart of this dragon king's horse. Looking back at the old monk wanting to break into the colorful mist, Zhou Hong, who didn't think twice, raised his hand and stabbed the long rod at him......

Seeing the long needle of the fish trap piercing in front of his eyes, the old monk's heart was at a loss, this magic weapon ...... What is it, the powerful power makes him not know how to deal with it, at least one hundred and ten ways to resist, seven or eight methods of dodging flashed through his mind, but the old monk Jueming has never moved, he faintly feels that those methods just now, I am afraid that none of them are useful......

At this time, the old monk saw the long needle piercing inch by inch, and his heart was very anxious, but he still couldn't think of a way to deal with it......

Thinking about it left and right, but there was no idea, the old monk turned his heart sideways, and suddenly remembered that when he was in the Pure Prison Division, the magic weapon given by the Jizo Bodhisattva, it was a golden rosary, which was said to be able to block all calamities, but although the game was powerful, it could only be used once, so the old monk was not willing to take it out and use it.

At this time, seeing that the situation was critical, the old monk hurriedly wanted to take out this treasure from his arms, but as soon as his arm was raised, the long metal needle had already been inserted into his chest......

(To be continued.) )