Seeing that the old witch's orange-peel-like terrible face was getting clearer and clearer, I saw that she suddenly withdrew the thunder trick, picked up her dry fingers, and poked at me with a knot, and the last hair came first. The knotting of this finger is very strange, and it is very different from most of the fingering methods of the Daomen. I've only seen Zhong Lingxiu use it twice.

It is the long-lost Taishang Laojun finger of the Quanzhen Sect!

The thought flashed through my mind, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Taishang Laojun's finger is the same as the Du Er finger, which can break the qi with qi and break the law with the law. Receiving this finger, the breath in the body was immediately chaotic, boiling like numbness. Qiang took a breath and slapped it with a dark blow.

felt that the back of his neck was numb, and he was grabbed by a cold palm, and then the sky was spinning, and the whole person was thrown up in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

I felt that my eyes were black, my ears were buzzing, and I kept a trace of clarity, my palm slapped on the ground, swept up, and I felt that my wrist was tight, and I was caught by a dry and cold claw, and it suddenly burst backwards.

The body rose in the air and hit the stone wall, only then did it fall to the ground, and before he could get up, he felt a pain in his back, and he couldn't move anymore, knowing that he was sealed by her etheric Laojun.

As soon as this breath was relieved, he was dizzy and slowly sat down on the ground against the stone wall. His eyes turned black, his whole head seemed to be pierced, and the roar continued.

In the haze, I saw the old witch standing in front of her, her mouth opening and closing, as if she was saying something, but my ears were buzzing, and I couldn't hear anything at all, and I was disgusted in my chest, so I simply closed my eyes and breathed slightly.

When I woke up a little more, I felt someone standing in front of me, and there was an eerie atmosphere.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the old witch standing in front of me with her back bent. At this time, when I was very close to her, I could see her old face like orange peel more clearly, her hair was gray and dry, messy on her shoulders, skinny, and a pair of eyes staring straight at this side.

I didn't perceive the breath of a living person in her, and there was no yang energy surging in her body, so it can be seen that she is definitely not a living person, nor is she a spirit like Old Man Huang. But on her, I didn't smell any corpse qi, and the yin aura was not very strong, so it couldn't be a corpse like Wang's.

For a moment, I couldn't tell what strange thing this old witch was.

Just as he was thinking about it, he felt his jaw tighten, and he was pinched by one of her dry and cold claws. An old face came up, staring at me with cloudy eyes. Then he released my chin, reached out and grabbed one of my hands, looked at my middle finger, and said, "What's going on?" The voice sounded hoarse and harsh, like a broken gong, but the tone was quite calm.

I saw her staring at my middle finger, and my mind turned to understand it. Before, in the hive, my finger was pricked, and black blood used to flow, which is what she said. But he didn't know, and said, "What? But his eyes looked away, and he saw Lin Wenjing and Liu Nan lying there, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Forced himself to calm down, and his heart was quickly calculating.

I heard the old witch say, "How are you good?" "Grabbed my middle finger.

I didn't speak, I thought to myself. Actually, even I don't know what happened that day. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that the old witch picked up her fingers, and a strange-shaped insect appeared on her fingertips, colorful and looked like a centipede.

The old witch's mouth opened and closed slightly, and the worm disappeared from her fingertips and fell onto the palm of my hand. I felt a pain in my fingertips, the insect shadow flashed, and the insect returned to the old witch's palm, and then crawled in along the sleeve of her robe.

I was horrified for a while, and after a while, I felt that the bitten finger was numb, and although my body could not move, I glanced at it with my peripheral vision, and I saw that the finger was blue and black, swollen and numb, no different from being in the hive at that time. It turned out that I was bitten by this bug before.

After a while, I saw black blood gurgling out of my fingertips, and after a moment, the black blood turned red, the swelling subsided, and my fingers regained sensation. Then the old witch grabbed my wrist, her pupils shrunk, staring at my fingers, and a pair of cloudy eyes turned around.

I was a little frightened, and suddenly I felt a tightening of my wrist, and a black nail of the old witch swept by, and a cut was made on my wrist, and blood gushed out.

The old witch let out a clucking sound in her throat, and immediately grabbed her wrist and brought it to her mouth to drink, and after drinking for a while, as soon as she let go of her hand, my wrist immediately fell to the ground.

I felt dizzy and chilled, and I knew that I had lost too much blood from that bout. Fortunately, after the wrist fell to the ground, the blood flowed for a while before stopping.

In the haze, I saw the old witch with blood at the corner of her mouth, licked her lips, and stood on the ground, a pair of cloudy eyes and bones rolling. After a long while, he raised his palm and looked at it in front of his eyes, followed by a piercing scream, and his face was distorted as if he were crazy.

I was so tired that I forced myself to open my eyelids and look, and after seeing the old witch go crazy like this for a while, I finally quieted down. Came over and grabbed my wrist.

I thought she was going to drink blood, and I thought I'd be dead this time. But after waiting for a while, I saw that she never moved, her mouth kept opening and closing, as if she was muttering to herself.

I was stunned, and after a while, I saw her fingers sweep and make a cut in my fingertips. She spread out her other palm, and saw a black mass gathered in the palm of her hand, which seemed to be squirming slightly.

If you look closely, you can see that there are countless extremely small insects, far smaller than ants, if they are not moving, they cannot be distinguished by the naked eye, and they only think it is a puddle of black sand. The old witch took my finger and dropped a drop of blood onto the pile of insects in her palm, and then stared at a pair of eyes, staring at it for a moment.

I saw that although her face was full of pitholes and wrinkles, and I couldn't see any expression, judging from her eyes and actions, she looked extremely nervous, and I couldn't help but wonder secretly. After waiting for a while, she saw that the pool of insects in her hand was still slowly wriggling, and the drop of blood had disappeared, and it seemed to have been swallowed by the group of insects.

The old witch stared at the palm of her hand for a long time, and suddenly let out a terrible scream, and her palm flipped over, and slapped it on the ground, splashing sand and gravel. When the palm of the hand was lifted again, the black sand in the palm of the palm had all turned into juice. There were a few more screams, and the figure of the old witch was suddenly pulled up from the ground, and the figure was extremely flashing, and it hit the stone wall opposite, and I heard a sound of Kerala, and the rock wall shattered and dusty.