The five old Taoists picked up their disciple Xie and hurried away, not caring about the Goose Yang Taoist priest who jumped out to fight for them. WWw!QUanbEn-xIAoShUo!COm
The person guarding the lamp on the Eyang Road looked stunned, and then he flew into a rage. He gritted his teeth and cracked his fingertips and shouted loudly: "Angry, furious!" The old Taoist's bun that was tied high up broke with a snap when he shouted. , one of its long roots swelled angrily, dancing with the wind. The air between heaven and earth seemed to be unable to withstand the vigorous anger, and there was a burst of brilliant explosions, and layers of enchanting angry flames appeared in the sky, hitting the music like lightning. Sheep Wen's face.
The short winter melon Leyang Wen screamed, covered his face with his hands, turned around and hit the ground. Layers of green smoke appeared between his fingers. Chang Ling, who was fighting with the flying sword in mid-air, lost his master's hand. The control was immediately torn to pieces by the flying sword.
The white-headed old man in Huacheng didn't expect Le Yangwen to be defeated so quickly. He flipped his hand and showed a small regular script brush, ducked in front of Le Yangwen, quickly sketched two strokes on his face, and immediately put out the fire. .
The master guarding the lamp looked stunned, summoned the flying sword to guard in front of him, stepped on it firmly with his uneven feet, and asked in a cold voice: "Painting City, Leyang Shoujin?"
The white-headed old man glanced at the three-way old man: "It's me." After saying that, he helped the short winter melon Leyang Wen, and cursed coldly: "Useless thing! Can it still hold up?" Although his voice was cold. , but his eyes were full of concern.
As soon as Le Yangwen's hands left his face, Wen Leyang, who was lying in the distance, was immediately startled. His facial features turned into a mass of charred black, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a human face. Le Yangwen's voice didn't mean any pain, he just smiled and said to Old Man Bai: "I have to trouble dad again."
The white-headed old man snorted and didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up the brush and quickly drew a few strokes on Le Yangwen's face.
Wen Leyang and others were stunned. As the white-headed old man sketched with his brush, the eyes, nose, mouth, and eyebrows reappeared on the short winter melon's face, and returned to their original appearance after a moment!
Short winter melon Leyang Wen wrinkled his nose and moved his mouth. He casually took out a small mirror from his pocket and looked at it. He smiled at his father, Leyang Shojin, and said, "I always look like this, can't you make me look better?"
Leyang Shojin snorted: "You have such an ugly face to begin with!"
Le Yangwen wears a new face. The real person guarding the lantern on the Gooseyang Road was standing guard next to him. He actually opened his mouth and laughed. There was no trace of hostility in his tone: "This kind of crude painting skills makes the immortal laugh."
The master guarding the lamp snorted coldly. Nothing more was said. He roared when he saw injustice on the road. After the yelling is over, the injustice is still there. The road ran away. For a moment, I was a little undecided whether to continue or not.
Leyang Wen seemed as if nothing had happened just now: "Immortal Chief Santong also saw it. The Qilian Immortal Sect is simply a treacherous villain. However, the Immortal Chief always thinks about the loyalty of the Taoist sect. Why does this happen? The misunderstanding just now This is revealed. By the will of the Immortal... The righteous path of Goose Yang is one of the Five Blessings. Huacheng seems to be showing weakness on purpose. He does not want to offend such a powerful force.
Master Shou Deng interrupted Donggua Leyang Wendi's words: "I just want to ask a question. Huacheng has been the number one family of casual cultivators for more than a thousand years. Are you going to fall into the devil's path now?"
Short Winter Melon Leyang Wen Guli smiled strangely: "Where did the Immortal Chief say this? Although Huacheng is a casual cultivator, he has never given those evil sects any good looks. Now it is morally prosperous. Let's Huacheng The city has also contributed. It has spilled blood. It has killed people, right?"
The Deng-Guardian Zhentong laughed coldly: "I came here to paint the city to sell the Golden Nest. Is it also for the mythical beast here? The old Taoist advises you, just stop and leave. From now on, you will be free and at ease. Why not do it." "
Wen Leyang and Wen Buzuo next to him looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Are these people also here to catch the giant pangolin
Leyang Wen's expression remained unchanged, but after a moment of silence, he suddenly changed the subject: "Brother, don't you hate to hear one more thing? The Immortal is a Taoist who can communicate with the gods. He is a figure in the cultivation world, but we really have to face each other. Divine beast. I’m afraid it’s still too weak to catch, and there’s more than just one mythical beast in this gold-selling den.”
The master guarding the lamp put his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, narrowed his eyes and stared at Leyang Wen: "What do you want to say?"
The short winter melon Leyang Wen had a friendly smile, but his eyes were shining, and he stared back at the opponent without giving in: "The mythical beast is of great importance. This hot potato, Huacheng will not dare to take it. I only want a drop of its heart blood." . If the Immortal Chief agrees, in this gold-selling nest, we Leyang disciples will only follow the path of Goose Yang Dao Ma... "
When Hua Cheng and Eyang Dao were talking about the key point, Wen Leyang suddenly began to step back cautiously, no longer eavesdropping on their conversation. The others followed him with puzzled faces, and began to retreat very slowly, being careful not to make a sound.
Fortunately, there are no dead branches or leaves in Pinjin Nest, which makes it easier to sneak around.
Wen Leyang retreated faster and faster. When he was sure that the other party was no longer aware of his actions, he immediately jumped up and ran wildly. As he ran, he said to the others: "The big pangolin just passed behind us!"
No matter Huacheng or the old Taoist in Eyang Mountain, the spiritual senses that probed the four directions were obscured by the hardening force in Pinjinwo. Only Wen Leyang's spiritual senses were still functioning. Just now, I felt that there was a big guy underground who was almost there. Brushing their heels, they passed quickly and silently.
Of course, Wen Leyang ignored the negotiations between Huacheng and the three-channel priests and immediately retreated to chase the big pangolin.
Wen Buzuo asked as he ran: "The ground here is harder than iron. Let alone the pangolin, even if the drill becomes a spirit, it can't run over quietly!"
Jade Sword Wrapping Huan would laugh at Wen Budo whenever he had the opportunity: "That shellless bastard was originally the mountain-protecting beast of the Qilian Immortal Sect. He grew up here since he was a child. If he can pass by quietly, he must be hiding from gold or escaping." Gold's magic weapon! Uh... what is a drill?"
The direction of the big pangolin is the same as that of the five veterans of the Qilian Immortal Sect. They all fled towards the depths of Pinjin Nest and have now escaped from the range of Wen Leyang Lingjue.
Three Inch Nails' Wen Bu said suddenly: "Wen Leyang carries Xiao Yi and goes first. We'll be fine together!"
Pinjinwo is now a mixed bag of dragons and snakes, and is in danger every step of the way. The only known forces are the descendants of the Qilian Immortal Sect, Huacheng and Eyang Road. Wen Leyang does not dare to let go and loses his companions, so he can only maintain the worst Wen can do. Keeping up with the speed, he chased towards the depths of Pinjin Nest.
Xiao Chi Maojiu and Luo Wanggen nodded. Only Wen Budo shook his head: "It's too dangerous, I don't worry!"
Everyone pinched him from the corners of their eyes. Wen Buzuo added confidently: "Both Wen Leyang and Xiao Yi are rich with the same mind. Every step here is dangerous, and they have fallen into the enemy's trick! Especially the big pangolin, which can avoid Master Changli's attacks. Tracking is no ordinary cunning!"
After Wen Buzuo finished speaking, everyone else was convinced. In terms of force, Wen Leyang is the strongest, in terms of weapons, Yi Di and the big horn are the most domineering, but in terms of scheming and experience in the world. Wen Bu's role as a spit star was enough for the two of them to learn for half a year. Therefore, when several elders of the Wen family asked Wen Leyang to go out to do business, they would send their brothers to follow him.
The jade knife wrapped around the ring smiled broadly: "And I'm here..." Wen Buzuo didn't even wait for him to finish: "You first understand what a plumber is and what a drill is before you talk!"
Just as Jade Dao Baohuan was about to get angry, Wen Buzuo had already changed the subject: "The Qilian Immortal Sect has been hiding in the Golden Nest for two thousand years. The giant pangolin was originally their mountain-protecting beast. It probably fled here to seek their refuge." , I guess there will be a few more fights on this errand."
A group of people kept talking in low voices, but they didn't slow down even a step, like a few vigorous black panthers. Jumping and galloping silently in the night. Wen Leyang's skin quickly opened and closed, spreading his spiritual consciousness layer by layer around him, not daring to relax at all. After hearing what Wen Budo said, he replied in a low voice: "We are just asking about the whereabouts of the pangolin and the raccoon master. There should be no need to fight with anyone."
Unexpectedly, Wen Bu Doo gave a rare angry shout: "Confused! Pangolin saw you in Mount Emei. Grandmaster Changli destroyed the foundation of the Qilian Immortal Sect. You thought you could just ask a question, but they are still fighting you to the death. As soon as we meet the Qilian Immortal Sect, we are enemies of life and death! But you still don't regard them as enemies in your mind?"
"Moreover," Wen Bu Doo's tone was completely lost in its usual tone. Instead, he said in a low and solemn voice: "There was no news after Chang Li chased the giant pangolin. Was he injured by it, deceived by it, or did he chase after him without even bothering to notify us after getting the news from Grandpa Shizu? All these unknown numbers will fall on that big pangolin. If you don’t treat it as an enemy, how can you find out the truth?”
Wen Bushao, who rarely spoke, nodded and was about to speak, but Wen Busuo, who had just closed his mouth, took over the topic again: "Our trip this time is to arrest, to interrogate, not to question! Never mind the Qilian Immortal Sect, Huacheng Or Geyang said, "Whoever steals the pangolin from us is our enemy. Enemy! Brother, what do you want to say?" The last sentence Wen Buzuo said was to his younger brother Sancun Ding.
"Same as you said!" San Cun Ding's tone was a little depressed.
Wen Leyang gnashed his teeth. This action was a habit he developed during the ten months he was digging holes in the belly of Mount Emei. At that time, he would grit his teeth every time he wanted to smash the wall desperately. Over time, it became a conditioned reflex. As long as he was anxious and serious, , the poison of life and death in the body suddenly increases with the flow of thoughts, and the teeth will become blurred.
Originally, from his point of view, it didn't matter to him no matter how many other forces there were in Pinjinwo. But now let’s follow Wen Bu’s words. The Qilian Immortal Sect will definitely protect its sacred beasts, and Huacheng Goose and Sheep will come to snatch the sacred beasts, and all of a sudden they will become their enemies.
Wen Bu was serious for more than a hundred words. Feeling that the sky was high and Yun Dan felt so comfortable all over, he regained his villainous smile and ran a few steps to walk side by side with Wen Leyang: "But I don't understand. Do you think Goose Yang and Huacheng are catching the giant pangolin?" What are you doing?"
Wen Leyang's eyes were helpless.
Wen Buzuo continued: "The giant pangolin was a mountain guardian beast two thousand years ago, and its strength cannot be inferior to that of the two rabbit monsters. Huacheng and Goose and Sheep both look confident, so why should they?"
Sancunding snorted: "Never mind them!"
Wen Buzuo chuckled: "It's boring to run monsters..."
Wen Leyang frowned after hearing Wen Budo's words, and thought of something he had ignored before:
In Mount Emei, the adoptive father of the Rainbow brothers, the scarred old man, although his strength was good, was at best the strength of a Wufu master. Under the joint attack of Yi Zi Gong Wei Laosan and Xiao Stutter, he had no choice but to self-destruct in order to die together.
The strength of the big pangolin is definitely not inferior to the two rabbit demons, but he escaped from the hands of the old man with dysentery after all kinds of hardships.
Wen Leyang was just about to tell others what he had thought of, but suddenly, like a nail, he was nailed to the ground while running in a hurry, and he grabbed Wen Budo, who couldn't hold his feet back...
A scarlet sword. Like a fading flame, it quietly slanted at the end of Wen Leyang's sight. Deep in Pinjin Nest, everything including the ground was a heavy copper color, and the long red sword was extremely eye-catching. Xiao Yi raised the loudspeaker again and looked around warily. Although her eyes were completely black and her effective strength was only five meters away, it was worth mentioning that her eyes were still shining as clear as spring water in the dark night.
The long sword had a sharp edge, and when Wen Buzuo pulled it out of the ground that had turned into gold and stone, there was a soft sound as it came out of the warehouse. Then Wen Buzuo exclaimed in a low voice. He let go of his hand and the sword fell straight down. Wen Leyang had quick hands and quick eyes. He leaned over and grabbed the hilt of the sword before it hit the ground.
Wen Buzuo's right hand trembled like electricity, and he whispered to Wen Leyang: "It shook hard!" Wen Leyang nodded, he had already felt it. The long sword twitched twice in his hand, but soon lost its power; at the same time, a faint brilliance disappeared on the sword, completely losing its luster.
"Feijian still has the remaining spiritual consciousness of its owner, so it struggles. The owner of Feijian just died not long ago!" I don't know about drills and plumbers, so Bao Huan didn't delay his understanding of the cultivation method: "This sword is used to refine the earth fire element. The power can overcome gold!"
"Kejin? Someone wants to rob gold in the Jinjin Cave?" Wen Buzuo muttered in a low voice, knowing that he would not get the answer, and followed the others to search deeper.
Except for a dead flying sword, there was only deep darkness around him. Thick and rich, like invisible leeches, it wrapped everyone tightly. They felt nothing when they were running fast, but once they slowed down and started searching, everyone suddenly realized that there was a circle of its own on this day. In the world, there is nothing except my own breathing that is getting heavier and heavier and my heartbeat that is gradually beating like a drum!
Until we slowly advanced for another three or four miles. Wen Leyang stopped again and took a deep breath. A dozen life-size bronze statues of Taoists blocked their way.
A total of eighteen bronze Taoist statues appear to be placed together in a chaotic manner, some with five hearts facing the sky, some immortals guiding the way, or Kuixing kicking and fighting, standing in front of everyone in different postures. Not to mention that he was afraid of being deceived, Sancun Dingwen raised his hand and threw a dagger. There was a crisp sound, and a series of sparks flew out between the dagger and the bronze statue. A flash of silence in the obscure night.
Wen Leyang and others cautiously gathered around. The bronze statues are vividly depicted, and each one has a nervous expression. As if he was dealing with a formidable enemy on the line of life and death, the stacks of Taoist robes on his body seemed to be fluttering in the wind. On the hem of the Taoist robes, there was also a branch with a plump shape that looked like coral.
The jade sword wrapper snorted coldly: "The symbol of the Qilian Immortal Sect, Linglong Ice."
At the bonfire camp in Huacheng just now, Wen Leyang and others did not dare to get too close, and they did not carefully look at the marks on the five Qilian Immortal Sect veterans.
After all, Xiao Chi Maojiu was still a child, and he was tapping and touching with great interest. He was about to express a few words with a smile, but suddenly felt his shoulders tighten, and a pair of hands had firmly grasped him!
Xiao Chi Maojiu was shocked and turned pale. He shouted in his mouth and was about to call out his life fire to perform witchcraft. Suddenly, a familiar voice came to his ears: "Don't move!" The person who caught him turned out to be Wen Leyang.
The brother who didn't say it didn't do it quickly followed up, opened the treasure bag he carried with him, took out the emerald green hollow bamboo needles, and quickly started pouring in the medicinal powder. It was only then that Xiao Chi Maojiu guessed in a daze What? He opened his mouth and asked in shock: "Am I poisoned?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Chi Maojiu was startled. His voice became shrill and hoarse, as if two rusty iron bars were rubbing against each other! Immediately, the whole body froze, as if the skin, flesh and bones had turned into steel and copper in an instant, and it was so hard and cold that it could no longer move.
Wen Busuo answered with two words in a deep voice: "Golden Poison!"
The three Wen Bu Cao all had serious expressions on their faces. Even Wen Bu Doo had suppressed the smile on his face, and his brows were full of anger. Wen Leyang carefully placed Chi Maojiu on the ground, poured the fiery red medicinal powder into the bamboo needle, and quickly surrounded the big penis around his heart.
Without any instructions, Luo Wanggen immediately took a few steps back with the corpse, staring at the surroundings with vigilance to prevent any enemy from taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
Xiao Chi Maojiu couldn't say that he couldn't move now. Even his eyes were gradually stained with a dim copper color, but the feeling was still there. As soon as the bamboo needle hit the chest, it immediately connected into a hot line of fire, and the cold and stiff feeling in the limbs was hitting the line of fire again and again, trying to spread to the chest! Even if Miao Bujiao doesn't understand poison techniques, he still knows that once the poison invades his chest. His little life is over.
Xiao Yi also jumped off Wen Leyang's back, took out a carrot and tapped Chi Maojiu's forehead, which made a clanking sound.
Chi Maojiu was only about ten years old now. As soon as he heard the gong sound coming from his forehead, he was so frightened that he wanted to cry.
I want to cry but I can't...
Wen Bu Shuo's luck finger kept replacing the bamboo needles like the wind, and whispered: "The fire nature is not enough! It can't protect the heart pulse!"
Xiao Yi was not anxious at all. He pointed at Wen Leyang with a smile: "I'm convinced!" He hit the gong again with a carrot, and the sound was soft and sweet.
Wen Leyang chuckled, stretched out his hand and patted his forehead: "I forgot when I was in a hurry..." Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Don't run away after I accept it!"
I took the Buddha's lamp bug for a while and heard that the owner wanted to detoxify the little Chi Maojiu himself. It immediately crawled out from his chest and crawled around in a hurry along Wen Leyang's shoulders and back, making continuous screams.
Xiao Yi laughed so hard that he didn't even bother to beat the gong. Trying his best to suppress his laughter: "It is afraid that using fire to overcome metal will reduce its toxicity."
Wen Leyang finally caught the insect after all the hard work. I was convinced by the master's determination and resigned pitifully. After jumping on Xiao Chi Maojiu's chest, he shook his head and tail and swept away all the bamboo needles. Xiao Yi laughed and said, "That bitch is so angry!" Wen Leyang couldn't laugh or cry either.
Then I took the bait and showed off my steel thorns, and rolled around the little Chi Maojiu with all my strength, even though the insect didn't want to come out. But once you start working, you are still very professional. Xiao Chi Maojiu felt that his chest was suddenly burning. The heat, which was countless times more intense than the fire just now, suddenly forced back the poison that was gradually surrounding him.
The highly poisonous octopus was like an octopus being stabbed by a steel cone, and it began to contract violently. I took it and refused to let go. My little body quickly swam and jumped up, and the fire-moving steel thorns kept piercing the hair of the little chi. body, hitting the end of the poison accurately every time.
Wen Budan looked stunned: "When did the poison become so intense after I took it?" What I took was just the larvae of the Buddha's lamp. When Wen Leyang conquered it, its toxicity was limited. Now the poison of Jinxing that Death Zihao can't control is all Can handle it. Although it contains the ultimate principle that the five elements are in conflict with each other, whether they are mutually reinforcing or incompatible, in the final analysis, the strength of the poison is the hard truth.
Wen Leyang looked at me and showed off his power, and his mood became very good. He explained with a smile: "It bit the senior brother of Dingyang Palace... I remember it was called Yu Lingzi, Yu Lingzi's small red sword, and a fire The tattooed tiger has turned other people's fire nature into his own fire poison, and now he is considered to be something extraordinary. Even the blue bird in the chicken coop has been injured by him."
I took it because it was a fire poisonous insect. Nature likes to devour the power of fire. The fire nature in Yu Lingzi's fire-tailed sword and the body of the fire-patterned tiger are not too strong. But after I took it and refined it into poison, it was different. It was like refining iron ore lumps into fine steel sharp knives. Although the quantity was much smaller, the attributes were much more domineering and sharp than the original ones.
Little Chi Maojiu felt that wherever I went, the stiff skin and bones softened quickly like high-temperature paraffin, and the whole body gradually regained consciousness.
San Cun Dingwen took off Xiao Chi Maojiu's shoes without saying anything, and reached out to dig a small bloody opening on his back heel. I took it and kept driving away the poison, which gradually jumped from the chest to the lower abdomen, and then climbed up the thigh. , the calf went all the way down, and after a long while, finally a wisp of thick copper-yellow blood slowly and clumsily flowed out from the break in the heel, dripping to the ground with a crisp sound!
After taking the medicine and driving out the toxin, my originally dark red body became a little darker. I immediately turned over with my belly facing up and started to pretend to be dead. Xiao Yi smiled and cursed and touched it carefully in the palm of my hand. I rolled over after being convinced, saying hello to Xiao Yi, and then continued to pretend to be dead.
Xiao Chi Maojiu was about to jump up, but was held down by neither words nor actions. Wen Leyang put it away and started to work together. He stabbed lightly with the bamboo needle that had been replaced with medicinal powder: "It is right to fight poison with poison, but this is not the case. Once you have restrained yourself, everything will be fine. There will be residual toxins in your body and you have to handle them carefully. Don't worry, it will be fine in a while."
The poison has been detoxified, and the remaining adjustments, neutralization, and removal of residual poison are just a piece of cake for Wen Bu Cao. Wen Bu Cao said with a smile: "I'm sorry, but the indestructible body you just trained makes us It's broken. I said Dalonggen, if you don't catch anything in the future, you have to touch it. If you are poisoned to death in front of us, Er Niang will definitely strangle me with black vines. Hey, then I finally It's a dream come true." Wen Buzao was still worried about the nightmare he had when he was dealing with a swarm of bees in Miao territory.
Chi Maojiu's face turned red, he stared at the eighteen bronze Taoist priest statues and cursed angrily: "Who is so despicable to poison the bronze statues!"
Wen Buzuo said with a smile: "Oh, you have scolded us Wen Bucao with your words..." As he said, his tone suddenly changed, he squinted his eyes and said solemnly: "Boy, haven't you seen it yet? Those It’s not a bronze statue! If you had died just now, you would have been such a hard corpse that looked like a cast of copper and iron!" (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)