Le Yang asked a little strangely: "Master, this monster is not very poisonous, is it?" Although these water poisons are pure and strong, the amount is too small. In terms of toxins alone, it is difficult to do anything to Master Rang Jiong's cultivation level. It was hurt, but he used his true energy to resolve the poison, but it took a lot of effort, and the lama now looked tired, and his eyes were not as bright as before. Www、QuanBen-XiaoShuo、CoM
Rang Jiong smiled bitterly and snorted: "The water poison is still second, most of my true energy has been used to deal with your insects and the medicinal powder in the bamboo needles!" After saying that, he showed his body to Wen Leyang, and it was densely covered with the medicine I had taken. A small hole.
I was extremely excited after taking the medicine, and I was chasing him with a body of hard hair like steel thorns. The lama was afraid of blocking the insects, so he didn't dare to use his power to resist...
Rang Jiong put on his clothes and stood up. He smiled at Wen Leyang and nodded: "The Lama will never thank you for saving your life." After saying that, he paused for a moment: "Can these embroidery needles be pulled out?"
Wen Leyang uttered an ouch, apologized repeatedly, and hurriedly took back all the bamboo needles. The lama's round head was pricked into a flower melon.
The lama finally saved his life, and the injury was not too serious. He was just a little weak, but he was able to hold on. He pointed at his body and said, "That kind of monster is not a ghost, it must be alive." , but...there are so many peculiarities!”
Tantric monks originally had inner vision and clear vision, but when the monster entered Rang Jiong's body, he could see this kind of thing clearly. Once the translucent body was contaminated, he could cast a spell similar to water escape. , so it rushed into his brain, but did not smash the brain core to pieces. This kind of 'water escape' ability is the natural ability of monsters, not the practice of magic at all.
"Moreover, this thing can control people by relying on its tail!" Lama Rangjiong's voice was low, with lingering fear.
When the monster was in his head, the remaining tail tried to wrap around his brain several times while shaking, but it failed because most of the tail was torn off by Wen Leyang. Even such a great lama felt a twinge in his heart. Shaking, my body is almost going non-stop. If I take it and come a little later, the lama may not be able to hold on.
"Not only that!" Lama Rangjiong said one after another about the horror of insects: "This kind of thing is the body of water. True water is invisible, so our spiritual consciousness cannot detect it! This group of Kunlun disciples don't know why. Here, after encountering the strange insects, all the flying sword magic weapons were contaminated by their cold water poison and became ineffective, and people were also controlled by the strange insects."
Potu also understood at this time. He nodded and said with a sneer: "If a person is controlled by this kind of bug, he will also be infected with the bug's natural attributes. He can escape water, so he can move in the ice without any problems. He is also a body of water. Our earth spirit sense check Not to him!"
Wen Leyang sighed. One of these Kunlun Taoist priests who had died was quite familiar to him. Whether it's the gathering of five blessings in Jiuding Mountain or the battle against drought demons in the Chenghuang Temple. This person is all following Liu Zheng. He is obviously an important figure in Kunlun Daoli. I brought my disciples here. Don't know what to do. In the end, they all died here.
Even Xiaosha was in shock. There is no way to open his eyes even a little wider. He said a meaningless exclamation: "What the hell is this!"
Jean Jiong narrowed his eyes. He shook his head almost stiffly: "I don't know! The water body can escape the detection of the spiritual sense. It was just a saying before. This kind of body with the five elements has almost never appeared."
Wen Leyang suddenly thought of Awl. No wonder she appears so unexpectedly every time. My own spiritual consciousness cannot detect it at all. He's a bit wishy-washy now. With the magical power of awl. Even without the water body. It is not difficult to hide his spiritual consciousness.
Gu Xiaojun thought of another question: "Do you still remember the boy in white robe? He can also escape ice and hide from your spiritual consciousness. Could it be that he is also controlled by insects?"
Master Rang Jiong was stunned and shook his head with a smile: "That boy left the mark of the Hua family. He is smart and flexible in words and deeds. Bugs are not that smart."
A few people searched the bottom of the ice crack again. There was no other suspicion. After burying several Kunlun disciples, they set off on the road again, heading towards the cave of the lama's ascetic friend.
Because they were delayed for a long time in the ice crack, by the time they arrived at the place, the sky was completely dark. The moonlight in the sky was like water, quietly shining on the ice cap covered with thin snow, but what it reflected was not peaceful. Cool, but layered with charm!
A slanting horn peak in the distance is like a scimitar piercing the mountain, shaking and pointing to the sky, unabashedly tempering the unruly and lonely, making Master Jiong point to the far horn peak and smile: " My friend is in the cave at the foot of the peak. He is an ascetic cultivator and he probably won’t even light a fire for us. Don’t even think about how we can entertain you kids!" After that, he faced A long voice shouted in the distance: "Old friend Ji Song, Rang Jiong is here!"
Rang Jiong's voice was peaceful and not at all domineering, but it was delivered steadily in the biting mountain wind, and every word was as solid as copper poured into iron.
Feifei was lying on Wen Leyang's back and was already drowsy. He was awakened by Rang Jiong's voice. After being stunned for a moment, he laughed softly: "Thirteen? The master's friend is called Thirteen? What's the allusion here?" , and explained to Wen Leyang: "In Tibetan, Jisong is a number, which means thirteen."
Rang Jiong was about to meet his old friend, feeling happy and happy. He laughed and answered Fei Fei's words: "There is a fart allusion. He is the thirteenth in the family, so he is called Thirteen! This person's temper is very...some... Weird!" The lama's expression also became a little dumbfounded, and he continued to instruct: "If he strikes randomly, you don't have to be too polite, but don't hurt him."
While Lama Rangjiong was speaking, a cold low cry suddenly came from the direction of Jiao Feng, which was regarded as a response to the Lama's shout. A figure swayed left and right in the mountain wind, as if it would be blown away at any time, but it quickly caught up with everyone, and within a moment, it was in front of everyone. Rangjiong laughed and told his companions: "This is Jisong, the ascetic of Gradanton."
Ji Song was extremely tall, a full head taller than Wen Leyang who was almost 1.8 meters tall. However, he was also very thin. Ling Jiong was in a good mood when he saw his old friend and continued to smile at Wen Leyang: "He has practiced hard since he was a child. The snacks are not good and the food is not good to drink, so I have grown into a figure with a embroidered pole!"
Jisong and the African leader Tutatunte are very similar in stature. They are both thin and tall. However, Tutatunte's thinness makes people feel pitiful, but Jisong's thinness makes people feel terrible!
The skin all over the body is tightly clinging to the bones, the forehead is dry and the cheeks are sunken, and almost all that is left on the face is a pair of huge eyes, which reveal a fierce color when they turn. Jisong is accompanied by ice, snow and strong winds all year round. His whole body was filled with ice-like hardness.
When Jisong saw his old friend, not only was there no joy in his expression, but he was also a bit impatient. He frowned and asked the lama: "Why are you here?"
"Of course I have something to do when I come to you!" Lama Rangjiong said, pulling up Ji Song, who was as thin as a bamboo pole: "Don't stand in the field drinking the wind, let's go to your place first!"
Unexpectedly, Ji Song
Standing still on the ground like a nail, he shook his hands and tried to shake off the lama: "I have it. You go to my place and wait."
Rang Jiong's status on the plateau is extremely respected, and almost all Tibetan monks respect him respectfully and do not dare to neglect him at all. However, this Ji Song's ability is not necessarily great, and his temper is not small.
Rang Jiong had obviously long been accustomed to Ji Song's cold look and didn't take it seriously at all. He still held Ji Song's skinny wrist firmly with his big hand and said with a smile: "You still want to go out after I'm here? It's such a big deal. ..." Rang Jiongzheng said halfway when he suddenly frowned. He looked Ji Song carefully up and down, and his tone became much more solemn: "Is there an enemy causing trouble for you?"
Ji Song was wearing a tattered red cloth robe, with a vajra bell in the pocket on his chest, a pure white snail on his back, and a vajra pestle in his other hand.
Wen Leyang didn't understand Tantric Buddhism, but seeing Ji Song fully armed, he knew he was going out to fight.
Ji Song rolled his strange eyes and glared at Lama Rangjiong: "Who knows who these people are? Don't hold me and let them run away. I will never stop you!" After saying that, he started to shake his hands desperately, trying to break free. Rangjiong, the great lama, was not polite at all. His big hands were like iron pliers, and he held on to Jisong tightly without saying anything, as if he would disappear if he relaxed even a little bit.
The big pangolin looked at the two of them and said something to each other. After talking for a long time, he didn't say anything. He just stood there wrestling with each other. The first one became impatient and shouted angrily: "Stop it! The thin one speaks first. , what are you going to do...
No one expected that before Potu finished speaking, Jisong shouted angrily: "What the hell? There's no place for you to talk here!" He raised the Vajra in his other hand, covered his head and covered his face with it and shined it at him. Just went down.
How could he hit Potu? He retreated like lightning and then screamed in anger. He stepped forward quickly and was about to beat Jisong. Wen Leyang quickly jumped between them, waving his hands before saying anything. Unexpectedly, Jisong waved his hand again. The magic weapon was swung at Wen Leyang's head, and he still cursed angrily: "Mortal, get out of here!"
Wen Leyang was carrying a girl behind him. Seeing the vajra hitting him mercilessly with the strong wind, his heart was filled with anger. With this kind of indiscriminate attack, if ordinary people had to be beaten into pieces by him, Unable to do anything, he turned his hands and made a wrong fist to meet the Vajra. Under the two huge waves of force, Wen Leyang remained motionless, and Ji Song threw himself into the arms of the great lama.
If Rang Jiong hadn't been holding one of his hands, he might have fallen somewhere. Wen Leyang's current cultivation level is not inferior to that of the old rabbit demon Bu Le. How can ordinary monks' magical powers compare with his copper skin and iron skills? Bone against each other.
Ji Song jumped up with a cry, trying desperately to break away from Rang Jiong's hand like a crazy chicken, while pointing the vajra at Wen Leyang: "I made a mistake, it turns out I'm not an ordinary person, the bastard is here again!"
Xiaosha laughed happily, lying on the back of the big lama and yelling at Wen Leyang: "He's a bastard, beat him!"
Fei Fei was much more sensible than Xiao Sha, but he was still laughing so hard: "Don't fight, don't fight. Although this Thirteen is a bit of a mess, he knows a lot...
Lama Jingjiong saw that he was about to become a mess. He flipped his wrist suddenly and threw Jisong directly to the snow with a tripper under his feet. Then he turned his fat body and locked him firmly with his two thick legs. , what the lama used was not the tantric magical power, but the authentic wrestling technique on the grassland. While suppressing Jisong, he also used his body to separate him from Wen Leyang and Potu. Then the lama said: "If you lose, you can Help us and speak honestly!”
Ji Song struggled to expose his head from Rang Jiong's breasts, nodded vigorously, and immediately felt his body loosen up. He immediately turned over and jumped up, glaring at Wen Leyang and Po Tu: "Which one of you two is coming?"
Potu curled his lips, turned back to Wen Leyang and said, "Come on, I'm afraid of damaging him!"
Wen Leyang smiled and nodded, without putting Fei Fei down, and asked Ji Song: "When will it start?"
Fei Fei lay next to Wen Leyang's ear and said in a very low voice: "This Jisong is not really arrogant, he is confident... He knows that the master will not let anyone hurt him... "
While they were talking, Jisong had already deftly placed the Tantric immobility seals around him to prevent the enemy from sneak attacks. He sneered and said, "That's it now!" After saying that, he raised his hand to shake the Vajra Bell vigorously. The vajra in his body moved horizontally, and he was about to shout out the tantric mantra, but his eyes suddenly flashed, and the opponent had already reached the front. Jisong's immovable seal could not be blocked for a moment, and was broken by Wen Leyang's wrong fist.
Ji Song was about to retreat when suddenly a group of figures swayed in front of him, and laughter like silver bells suddenly came and went. In the blink of an eye, his left and right shoulders sank, and Wen Leyang patted him twice, neither lightly nor hard.
By the time Jisong roared and waved the vajra to fight back, Wen Leyang had already retreated to where he was and asked him with a smile: "Do you want to fight again?"
Jisong's face was full of dissatisfaction, and his skinny face was covered with evil lines. He opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly shouted something. His bamboo pole-like body seemed to be cramped, and he fell to the ground with a somersault.
Feifei, who was lying behind Wen Leyang, was startled and asked in a low voice: "What... was he shouting about?"
Wen Leyang replied firmly: "Spicy!"
Since this Jisong was familiar with Rang Jiong, he shouldn't be a bad person, but because he didn't take human life seriously just now, Wen Leyang couldn't help but punish him and put "Sichuan cuisine" on him.
Lama Rangjiong stretched out his hand to support Jisong, who had a red face and eyes that were spitting fire. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not unjust to make you suffer a little!" After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at Wen Leyang.
Wen Leyang didn't wait for the lama to speak, walked up with a smile, took a kettle and poured water into Ji Song. 'Sichuan cuisine' is a unique secret recipe that is surprisingly successful. It is simple to configure and cast, and it is even easier to solve. Just drink water and it will be solved.
Ji Song hurriedly drank a few large sips of water, and then slowly recovered, staring at Wen Leyang like a monster, and asked breathlessly: "What kind of spell is this?" Then he closed his eyes without waiting for Wen Leyang's answer, The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was recalling the feeling just now, and finally jumped up and gave Wen Leyang a thumbs up: "Amazing!"
Wen Leyang turned around and looked at Fei Fei on his back, dumbfounded. Fei Fei burst out laughing. She could see what Wen Leyang was thinking: This Ji Song is no ordinary bastard.
After taking action, Ji Song returned to his original look of being displeased with everyone. He pointed at Wen Leyang and turned to look at Rang Jiong: "This guy is okay. What are you asking? I know most of the things related to Gradandong!"
Rang Jiong did not rush to ask about the Hua family, but brought the topic to Ji Song: "Who are you going to chase?"
Ji Song chuckled and answered very happily: "A few days ago, I practiced the Nu Zun Zen method. I couldn't move my body and mind outside. There were few people on the east side of Gradan, so I didn't take it seriously. I only laid down a layer of Immovable Seal to protect me. Myself, let the snow spider seal the entrance of the cave. When I come to my senses and wake up, there will be someone there.
The cave has been spied on! "
But Wen Leyang squinted his eyes and asked, "What are snow beads?"
"The snow spider is a big spider with eight legs and a round belly. It loves to eat meat and can weave webs! It has some spirituality. I used them to seal the cave when I was in retreat!" Ji Song replied angrily. Only then did Wen Leyang know that what they said It wasn't snow beads. He thought the things Ji Song was raising were ghost bubbles like those in the ice crevices.
This kind of snow spider has also been recorded in the birth, old age, illness and death workshop. It is a relatively powerful poisonous insect. Most people are unable to be saved immediately after being stung.
After all, not everyone can afford to raise mountain-protecting beasts like the Great Mercy Temple or the Qilian Immortal Sect. It is not unusual for ordinary monks to raise some spiritual and highly poisonous insect beasts to protect their homes.
Jisong had been in seclusion for a while recently. When he woke up, he discovered that the spider that sealed the door had been crushed to death and someone had come to his cave. There are very few people he knows well. Even if someone visits and sees Snow Spider sealing the door, they will know that he is in retreat, waiting or leaving, and there is no reason to crush the spider to death.
Rang Jiong frowned: "Is there anything missing there?"
Jisong shook his head: "You are a thief. Do you dare to go in when you see two spiders the size of pot lids hanging at the door?" He seemed to have eaten gunpowder. No one else could hear a comfortable word from his mouth.
Rang Jiongcai didn't take his tone to heart and continued: "The things are not lost and you are fine. The other party should have come to check the truth. When he saw that he was an ordinary monk, he left..."
Jisong's face was full of dissatisfaction, and he continued: "Then my two snow spiders died in vain? These people can't escape as long as they don't get out of Tanggula Mountain!" Jisong had a bad temper, and someone came in while he was in seclusion. After wandering around and killing his guard spider, he immediately chased him out in a rage, just when Rang Jiong, Wen Leyang and others came to the door.
The great lama's eyes lit up: "Do you have any way to find them?"
A rare smile appeared on Jisong's face, with a bit of pride: "The people here killed the snow spiders, but they were also stained with spider silk!"
Wen Leyang smiled clearly. Among snow spiders, female spiders are bigger so they build webs to catch prey. Male spiders are smaller, but they can rely on the smell of their silk to find them even if they are dozens of miles apart. Since Jisong raises such things, he naturally knows that. Its habit is to use the male spider to track people who are dyed with spider silk. As long as the other person doesn't run too far, they can definitely catch up.
Rang Jiong pondered for a moment before continuing to ask: "In which direction did they go?"
In fact, Rang Jiong didn't even ask a few questions, and Ji Song's expression became extremely irritable, as if he could barely answer patiently: "He went up!"
The faces of Wen Leyang and several others showed such relief. They were still on the northwest slope of Gradandong. To go to Jianggendiru Glacier, they had to climb to the top of the mountain without any nonsense.
Rang Jiong turned his inquiring eyes to Wen Leyang, Gu Xiaojun and others. Everyone had the same idea, so Lao Gu simply said directly: "Let's chase him together! It's either a villain or Kunlun!"
Jisong had been impatient for a long time and said: "If you encounter them, don't do anything. I will take revenge myself!" As he said that, he walked away and chased towards the top of the mountain. After walking a few steps, he added: "If they There is strength in numbers, please help me again!”
Everyone laughed. This was the most reliable thing Jisong said since meeting him. Although this person has a weird temper, he really can't be considered stupid.
A group of people continued to climb towards the top of Gradandongdi Mountain. Of course, the time spent on the road was not wasted. Rang Jiong followed Ji Song and asked about the Hua family.
Ji Song has always had a bad expression, but when Rang Jiong mentioned the Hua family, his expression immediately changed, as if he was a little awed and a little scared: "Have you offended them? These people are real hermits, although they don't care about worldly affairs. But you must not mess with it, otherwise you will not stop until you die!"
Rangjiong was about to speak when he looked at Jisong's expression and suddenly remembered something: "Old friend Rangjiong, are you not afraid of heaven and earth? When you see the lama, you are so majestic, and when you mention the Hua family, your face is filled with fear?" He narrowed his eyes. His eyes squinted at Ji Song: "Could it be that you understood that Lama would never let anyone hurt you, so you acted against him?"
Before Jisong could speak, Feifei took over the words of the great lama with a smile: "As the master expected, he can't hide it from me!"
Jisong snorted heavily, pretended not to hear Fei Fei's words, and quickened his pace to run to the top of the mountain. Master Jiong shook his head and caught up with laughter, and then brought the topic back: "How much do you know about the Hua family? ?”
Ji Song didn't waste any more nonsense and directly told Rang Jiong everything he knew.
The Hua family was originally a hermit in the Central Plains, but more than a thousand years ago, an ancestor accidentally discovered the method of cultivation here, so the whole family moved to Tanggula Mountain. The authentic water-walking Taoism they practiced, Jisong's cultivation level was such that he could not see through other people's abilities, let alone check their whereabouts.
When Wen Leyang heard that the Hua family had been here for more than a thousand years, he felt a little more at ease. After all, the older he got, the less likely he was to be an accomplice of that evil cultivator. If he could be like his master Tuo Xie, he could Not many people plan things two thousand years into the future.
The Hua family's magical powers are second to none. The main reason is that their unpredictable movements that cannot even be detected by the spiritual sense are too weird. If there is such a family of enemies, the trip to the snow-capped mountains will undoubtedly become more dangerous.
Jisong knew so much and closed his mouth after saying a few words. Rangjiong was helpless and no one else said anything more. They quickly climbed over the layers of icy ice and finally boarded the Gradandong at dawn. The peak!
The peak of Gradandong is a quasi-plain. At first glance, the terrain seems flat, but in fact it is firmly covered with a hundred-meter-thick ice cap. Thick or narrow fissures are crisscrossed, and snow and rock cirques are connected one after another.
Not far from the people who had just reached the summit, there was a campsite.
As soon as everyone looked out, they were startled by the camp dozens of meters away. This place was obviously sealed by Taoism and could be hidden from the exploration of spiritual consciousness. Jisong snorted: "The people who explore my cave are in that tent." As he said that, he took out a restless snow spider from his arms and threw it to the ground. The spider immediately hid itself in the ice and snow, and stood on the ground. Holding a small snow bag, he quickly ran towards the camp.
However, Jisong did not rush to the camp. Instead, he hesitated while stroking his chin: "These tents...are there too many people?"
Although the camp was set up simply, the layers of tents one on top of another could accommodate thousands of people!
Wen Leyang and Rang Jiong looked at each other and whispered two words at the same time: "Kunlun!"
They searched for the corpse pit at the foot of Tanggula Mountain, which delayed them for several days. Unexpectedly, the Kunlun Dao brigade had already entered the mountain.
The evil cultivator and the town guard with a grand conspiracy, the Kunlun disciples determined to take revenge, the mysterious and strange hermit flower family, and Wen Leyang and his group, the snow-topped Tanggula, which had been peaceful for thousands of years, has quietly become... It became lively. (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)