Liu Lang took the mourning stick, shook it in front of Chang Xixing, and asked with a smile: "Chang Xixing, do you still know this thing?" ”

Long Fengxiao didn't know what Liu Lang was doing with the mourning stick, and Chang Xixing was also hesitant when he saw the mourning stick. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing Liu Lang dangling in front of him with a mourning stick, Chang Xixing's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was dull: "Hmph, what do you want?" ”

Liu Lang took the mourning stick and fiddled with his left and right hands twice, and said unhurriedly: "Legend has it that this mourning stick has existed since the underworld, and it brings together thousands of souls, and its strength is stronger than that of the necromancy bird, and it is also the most powerful natal magic weapon of black and white impermanence, right?" ”

Chang Xixing was surprised, although he stared at Liu Lang, his eyes had already begun to flicker.

Liu Lang continued: "We can see that the necromancer is powerful, but I always feel that this mourning stick is not as powerful as I imagined, and even gives me a feeling of fake, you say, right? ”

Liu Lang said as he spoke, and suddenly poked the mourning stick forward and inserted it directly into Chang Xixing's shoulder.

"Ah......h

Chang Xixing screamed, the expression on his face was immediately distorted, his forehead was sweating profusely, and he cursed in pain: "Boy, you kill me, if you have the ability, you will kill me!" ”

Liu Lang also had a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and snorted coldly: "Want to die? Hmph, where is it so easy! ”

Brush!

He pumped the mourning stick out and stabbed it in the other shoulder again.

Screaming!

The screams of Chang Xixing echoed all around, and the voice was terrible, and it was terrifying to hear.

Long Fengxiao stood seven or eight steps behind Liu Lang, watching Liu Lang's actions, but he was becoming more and more confused.

Finally, after more than ten stabs, Chang Xixing seemed to be unable to hold on, his voice became extremely weak, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "You...... What do you want to know? I...... I said, I said all. ”

Thump!

couldn't support it at all, and fell to the ground all at once.

Liu Lang beckoned to Long Fengxiao.

Long Fengxiao hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Young master, what are your orders?" ”

"Dragon City Lord, have you heard anything about the Mourning Stick?"

Long Feng was puzzled, but still said: "Young master, I only know that this mourning stick is a big killing weapon in the Yin and Netherworld, which is divided into two roots, yin and yang, which belong to black and white impermanence, and is a fine product among spiritual weapons, but no one knows the specific grade, I am afraid it is already an existence beyond the third-rate spiritual weapon." ”

Liu Lang tilted his head and glanced at Long Fengxiao: "Is there anything else?" ”

Long Fengxiao shook his head: "Young master, the other subordinates don't know?" ”

Liu Lang said: "It's very simple, as far as I know, although this mourning stick gathers thousands of souls, it is a natal magic weapon with black and white impermanence, once it is refined, it can be controlled at will, and it is probably not a problem to take people's heads within a thousand miles, right?" ”

When Long Fengxiao heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly: "So powerful? ”

Liu Lang chuckled lightly and threw the mourning stick to Long Fengxiao: "Take a closer look, whether this mourning stick is real." ”

Then he picked up Chang Xixing, grabbed Chang Xixing's ear, and pulled it hard.

Sting!

In front of everyone's eyes, Chang Xixing's face immediately changed, completely different from before, and in Liu Lang's hand, a human skin mask suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, Long Fengxiao was taken aback: "This ...... What's going on? ”

Liu Lang nodded slightly, and became more and more sure of what he was thinking, grabbed Chang Xixing and asked, "What else do you have to say?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

Chang Xixing shivered, stared at Liu Lang, and slowly lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at Liu Lang at all.

Liu Lang smiled: "Hehe, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, I just want to know, is Chang Fengying, who was with you before, really white impermanence?" ”

Chang Xixing saw that Liu Lang had seen through it, and looked at Liu Lang's murderous eyes, knowing that if he refused to confess today, he would probably have to be tortured by him, so he had to confess helplessly: "You...... You really have some skills, yes, I ...... I don't really travel west, and my sister doesn't always travel to the west. That mourning stick, too...... It's just a fake. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was extremely shocked and opened their mouths wide.

Long Fengxiao's face was full of disbelief, and he lowered his head to carefully examine the mourning stick in his hand.

However, after looking at it for a long time, Long Fengxiao didn't see any flaws at all.

Chang Xixing's face was like ashes, he stared at Long Fengxiao, and said quietly: "I can't see it, I haven't seen anyone who really cries and mourns, and it's impossible to see the truth or falsehood." ”

A sneer crossed the corner of Liu Lang's mouth: "However, I have seen the mourning stick, I have seen Fan Wusu and his brothers use the mourning stick, and I know that the true power of this mourning stick is far from being as unbearable as you make." ”

Liu Lang said, waved his hand, and shouted: "Dragon City Lord, are the five thousand soldiers ready?" I'll set off now, find me a ghost beast, and carry this fake Chang to the west, and I'm going to torture him slowly on the way to the Coffin Sect. ”

Long Fengxiao's face was full of horror, although he didn't know why Liu Lang suddenly suspected Chang Xixing and the mourning stick, but he still nodded and agreed: "Yes, young master, I'll go back and do it." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Liu Lang said again: "By the way, although this mourning stick is a fake, but the grade also exceeds the category of ghost weapons, you see if you can refine it, it should be able to be used as a big killing weapon for yourself." ”

Long Fengxiao nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, young master, I know." ”

Long Fengxiao's face was full of suspicion, and he couldn't see through the young master in front of him for a while.

He naturally didn't know why Liu Lang suddenly suspected Chang Xixing and crying mourning sticks.

In fact, Liu Lang didn't have much doubt before this, but after waking up Tuoba Lie, Liu Lang's mind suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, and he figured out something.

In the past, Liu Lang was also a young man in the underworld, although he was not familiar with the world and was idle on weekdays, but he also knew some things about the situation in the underworld.

The strength of the Netherworld Imperial Clan is far from imagining, and the nuncromantic birds cultivated are even more powerful.

Before, the necromancer flew out of Chang Xixing's body, and Liu Lang did not suspect it.

However, the famous black impermanence will not fall to the point where even his own ghost puppet will betray him.

Thinking of what happened during this time, the Chang brothers and sisters only knew how to put pressure on Kowloon City, but rarely took action themselves, which made Liu Lang even more suspicious.

After thinking about it carefully, Liu Lang finally thought of the crux of the matter.

The mourning stick is the best spiritual weapon, and it can be controlled in the air in the hands of black and white impermanence.

However, at the critical moment, Chang Xixing only knew how to absorb the power of the necromantic bird, but he did not have the means to use the imperial weapon.

Suspicious, too suspicious!

In order to prove his guess, Liu Lang took a mourning stick to hit Chang Xixing.

If the mourning stick is really a natal spiritual weapon that often travels westward, no matter how sharp it is, it will have its own protector behavior.

However, when Liu Lang used the mourning stick to hit Chang Xixing, not only did the mourning stick not protect the master, but there was also a faint feeling that he wanted to seize Chang Xixing's soul. (To be continued.) )