"Give me death!"

The more Yu Zhenlin thought about it, the more angry he became.

All that flickered in front of her was a smile from Senior Sister Xiao Jing, but in the blink of an eye, the tear mole turned into a stinger that could not be pulled out and pierced deep into her heart. His ears were filled with the gentle and shy words of the little junior sister, but in the blink of an eye, the charming fragrance turned into Wang Zimo's mockery, making him more and more crazy.

"Ahh

Yu Zhenlin tore open the crown of hair on his head, and his unkempt hair fell down in an instant, pointing at the prince like a madman and roaring silently.

It's still that trick that turns a fist into a palm, and the needle is hidden. Wang Zimo was forced into a corner by Yu Zhenlin, staring at the fist that was getting closer and closer to him, Wang Zimo slowly closed his eyes.

Fingers fly, and the afterimage joins in front of the chest.

The current situation is a desperate fight, and Wang Zimo can only use the handprint handed down by Mingbao. In an instant, the whole body became extremely hot, and this heat suddenly completely suppressed Dai Xiaomo's cold and violent aura, like a ragged deserter retreating to the spiritual platform in an instant.

Streams of heat poured up from the sea of qi, and fiery red vitality poured into the index finger of his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zimo's right index finger was like a red-hot iron rod, and it poked out violently against Yu Zhenlin's palm.

Time stands near still.

Only two of the three silver needles flew out, directly piercing Wang Zimo's palm and submerging into his right shoulder. The last one was pushed back before it had time to be thrown out.

Yu Zhenlin was injured by his own silver needle.

This is a Soul Eater Needle that is different from the Soul Searching Needle.

Once in the body, the needle flows like a seed along the blood vessels to all parts of the body. Once the soul parasite is found, it will take root, quietly hide, and be firmly tied to the soul. And constantly release information to the people who refine the soul searching needle.

At first, the soul search needle was just to find lonely souls and wild ghosts attached to mortals, but slowly, after continuous improvement, it can not only search for souls, but also attach to the spirit platform, and become a rare tracking magic weapon in the Dao Gate.

And the Soul Devouring Needle was secretly refined by Yu Zhenlin according to an ancient book.

The Soul Eater Needle was quenched with cinnabar and fire demon stones that specifically restrained the soul, and then soaked in the essence blood of the Yang Boy for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and finally exposed to the scorching sun, until the Soul Eater Needle turned from red to black, and the needle body exuded a bright and extinguished ghostly light before it was considered successful.

However, the success rate of the Soul Eater Needle is very small, and it is very good to be able to refine three out of every ten Soul Eaters.

Once this poisonous needle enters the body, it will directly enter the spiritual platform like a soul searching needle. The difference is that the Soul Searching Needle will only bind and hide, while the Soul Eater Needle will take the initiative to attack, making the injured person feel painful.

"Bang!"

Wang Zimo's right index finger and Yu Zhenlin's palm collided together.

Flesh and blood burst out, and Yu Zhenlin's palm was actually poked out of a big hole by Wang Zimo.

Killing one thousand enemies and self-inflicting eight hundred, although Wang Zimo poked a hole in Yu Zhenlin's palm, he was also stabbed by two soul devouring needles. This kind of desperate style of play suddenly made Yu Zhenlin feel frightened.

Just now, just now!

Wang Zimo's body still had a dead cold breath, and that feeling was exactly the same as that of a dead man who had just faced his last breath. In an instant, his body was extremely hot.

It's malaria!

Suddenly cold and hot, when it is cold, people dare not approach, and when it is hot, it bursts out with terrifying power......

This kind of power is no less than that of the senior brother in the late stage of the Hesheng, could it be that this kid has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

The wound was burned by the high temperature, and Yu Zhenlin's palm had long been painless.

He clenched his right wrist with his left hand, stretched his eyes wide and took two steps back, looking at Wang Zimo's gaze like a badger facing a cheetah that had been hungry for three days and three nights.

How can it be?

"The Adversary!

"The Adversary, aha, aha, the Adversary, help!

Yu Zhenlin was devoured by his own soul devouring needle and became insane. He slammed his hair around, luckily escaped the fleeing green bull, and finally rushed out before the afternoon fog was about to cover the Black Forest.

After seeing Yan Yefeng, Yu Zhenlin was like a long-lost child, hugging Yan Yefeng with snot and tears. The mutilation of his soul made him sometimes naïve and sometimes crazy, completely losing his original reason and responsibility.

"Senior brother, the devil, he's the devil! Run, he's coming, the devil is coming!"

The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion were all taken aback by Yu Zhenlin's appearance, especially Xue Ping, whose face was flushed and white, and his two eyes were constantly swept around.

Only he knew that Yu Zhenlin had been hit by his own Soul Eater Needle.

Back then, he had seen Yu Zhenlin inject the Soul Devouring Needle into an old woman's body, and the old woman instantly lost all her physical instincts, starting with the current appearance of Yu Zhenlin, and after a while, she became a dead body.

The Living Dead!

Following Yu Zhenlin's fingers, everyone was terrified.

They had just gone through a life-and-death battle with the Green Swimming Poison Cow, and they were exhausted both physically and internally, and if they fought with the demon in Yu Zhenlin's mouth again, it would be delusional to want to be immortal.

The Black Forest is gradually obscured by a thick fog.

In the steaming mist, a shadow walked outward step by step.

Yan Yefeng chuckled in his heart, through the thick mist, he saw that the shadow looked very much like the little junior brother, and behind the little junior brother there was a big long-haired monster.

Green Poisonous Cow!

When he returned to the nest, he found that the cub was missing, and the green hair on his body swelled by three inches, and the two mutilated sharp horns on his head grew wildly, shining like a blade.

Wang Zimo stood at the edge of the Black Forest, his thin body flickering and disappearing.

It was the remnants of the Heaven-Breaking Finger Handprint, constantly fighting against Dai Xiaomo's cold breath, and dissipating it.

The cold gaze swept towards the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, Wang Zimo gently raised his left hand and pointed forward, the green poisonous ox suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and the two hind hooves kicked hard, and suddenly the gravel was splashed, and the huge body skipped over Wang Zimo's head and suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Little junior brother, don't believe Yu Zhenlin's provocation!"

Yan Yefeng quickly guessed the ins and outs of the matter, it must have been Yu Zhenlin who killed people in his own name, but he didn't expect that stealing chickens would not be a recipe for rice, and he would be eaten by his own soul devouring needle. When the green poisonous cow returned to the nest, he found that the cub was gone, but the little brother was still lying in his old nest, so he coerced the little brother to lead the way and came out of the Black Forest.

"Do you think I'm going to believe it?"

Yan Yefeng's words Wang Zimo would not believe it, since he walked alone with the poisonous cow cub, Wang Zimo had completely lost his trust in this senior brother.

"Moo!"

The loud cow roar covered Yan Yefeng's explanation, and Wang Zimo didn't want to stay here. Whether the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion live or die have nothing to do with him from Baiyun Temple.

Faintly, Wang Zimo actually imagined that the green poisonous cow would kill them all.

This evil pleasure comes from the anger of the Lingtai who is completely enraged by the Soul Eater Needle. This anger is the remnant consciousness of Dai Xiaomo, and it comes from the contempt of Yangchi creatures for human life.

After this consumption, perhaps Bai Li will be able to break through the aura that envelops the Lingtai in one fell swoop.

Wang Zimo walked south along the Black Forest with heavy steps, but he eventually chose to flee to the south, which was the direction of home. After experiencing the hearts of deceitful people, Wang Zimo felt even more that Sanhezhuang's relatives were so true and pure!

However, I can't go to Bai Li again.

In the thick fog, Wang Zimo struggled. He guessed that Dai Xiaomo had already felt the imprint left in his body under attack.

There is a debtor who is wronged.

You have to do it yourself!

Just like Mingbao said, instead of being beaten passively, it is better to take the initiative.

"Senior Brother Wang Zimo, all of this is the decision of Daoist Chunyuan and Mingbao, they want to weaken your Lingtai Seal through this trial. ”

Wang Zimo stopped, and his heart faltered.

"In a few days, the master will come to strengthen the seal, I don't believe you will ask in person!" Yan Yefeng commanded his senior brothers to form a formation to resist the green poisonous bull, and at the same time loudly told the truth of the matter. Seeing that the prince was moved, he hurriedly said: "Senior brother, come back quickly, and work with us to get rid of this beast! ”

Hmph, he really wants to use me again!

The prince snorted coldly, turned his head faintly, and looked directly at Yan Yefeng with an eagle-like gaze, until his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he didn't dare to say another half a word, then he slowly came back to his senses and left resolutely.

There were constant screams behind him, terrible, desperate, dying fear.

"Wang Zimo, you treacherous coward!"