At this time, Qin Lang's silent luck of the Phaseless Heart Method is to turn his blood into poison, for a person with a phaseless poisonous body, he is the most powerful weapon and the strongest poison, and now although Qin Lang can't move, he still has a strong attack, and he is still the most poisonous poison Goo-goo-goo The old monk swallowed Qin Lang's blood a few mouthfuls in a row, this blood should have been the most delicious, but as Qin Lang thought, his blood was not so easy to digest.
Although this old monk is a poisonous person, he is an acquired poisonous person, and compared with Qin Lang's phaseless poisonous body, it is still a world of difference, so he sucked Qin Lang's blood, which is equivalent to drinking a donkey to quench his thirst "Woo woo woo" Sure enough, after the old monk drank a few mouthfuls of Qin Lang's blood, he suddenly let out a painful scream, Qin Lang's blood was simply a poison piercing the intestines for him, he could ignore the poison of the drill mountain rat and the golden scissors, but after sucking Qin Lang's blood, he was not blessed at all.
Although the poisonous person's perception of pain is very weak, this pain comes from his stomach and intestines, which can be described as a heart-piercing pain, even if this poisonous person can't bear it In the midst of the sorrow, the old monk finally let go of Qin Lang, which allowed Qin Lang to breathe, and quickly moved away from the old guy, just now for Qin Lang, it was like walking around from the ghost gate, and it was also the most terrifying ghost gate, because he was almost eaten by the old monk "Donor, donor, save me" At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in Qin Lang's mind.
"There is no one else here, where is the voice" Qin Lang couldn't help but be shocked, but he was also a person who had seen the world, so he was not frightened, but set his eyes on this poisonous person.
This poisonous mouth is still screaming, could it be that this sound came from him?
"The benefactor is me, please save me and let the poor monks be freed."
This voice was indeed made by a poisonous man, but it did not come from his mouth, but his mental power and his mind "Could it be that the cultivation of this old monster is not only through Xuan, but beyond the realm of Tongxuan, and has reached the level of Wu Xuan" Qin Lang's heart was shocked again, Qin Lang had heard the old poison talk about spiritual power, and personally experienced the situation where the spiritual power of the old poison entered his mind, so he was no stranger to this situation.
Encountering this situation, Qin Lang stabilized his mind for the first time, so as not to be affected by the other party, and then said to the old monster: "Let me save you, you still want to eat me just now, do you really think that I can sacrifice my life to feed the eagle like a Buddha, if I had that kind of consciousness, I would have joined your Buddha Sect a long time ago." ” "The donor's mind has always been controlled by the puppet worm in my brain, until I drank the donor's blood just now, and the poison suppressed the puppet worm, and my mind was able to sober up a little, so only the donor can save me, I beg the donor to be merciful, if you save the poor monk, the poor monk must be grateful to Dade."
The old monk said very sincerely.
"Let me save you, how can I save you" Qin Lang asked, "What if you come to your senses and kill or eat me?"
"Don't worry, how can the poor monk be such an ungrateful, the donor is also a martial artist, and I see that you seem to be able to use a silver needle, at this time this puppet insect was injured by poisonous gas, I feel that its location is near the Baihui acupoint in the brain, you can pierce the silver needle into the Baihui acupoint, you can restrain it, the poor monk can be liberated, and I will be grateful to you."
The old monk said.
"Baihui acupoint, well, I know the location."
Qin Lang said, "It's just that the acupuncture points on the head must be used carefully, you said that you have a puppet worm in your brain, what is this puppet worm?"
Of course, Qin Lang pretended to be confused, what a puppet insect was, Qin Lang knew better than anyone else.
It's just that this old monk's origin is very weird, and when he doesn't know the details of the other party at all, Qin Lang will not pretend to be a good person.
Qin Lang knows very little about Buddhism, but whenever Qin Lang mentions Buddhism, the old poison often says: "Bald asses deserve to die" Qin Lang didn't know if the reason why the old poison commented on the Buddha Sect like this was because he had a holiday with the Buddha Sect, but in the face of the people of the Buddha Sect, Qin Lang still had to be careful, after all, he was a Poison Sect, and he was an evil demon in the eyes of the Buddha Sect and Taoism.
Therefore, even if it is the intention of harming others, the heart of preventing others is indispensable.
Why is there a puppet worm in this old monk's mind, Qin Lang feels that this matter has something to do with the Poison Sect, but now he doesn't say it, but takes the opportunity to talk.
"Oh, you may not know it, this puppet worm is a poisonous insect that will parasitize the human head and make people extremely painful, but it happens that the poison of the donor has suppressed it, so I beg you to kill it and let the poor monk be freed."
The old monk looked sincere, and his tone was very much like that of a high-ranking monk.
However, Qin Lang knew that the old monk had lied.
It seems that all the monks don't speak falsely.
The old monk naturally knew what the puppet worm could do, but he deliberately didn't tell Qin Lang.
Just by this, Qin Lang could be sure that this old monk was not really a high-ranking monk.
But Qin Lang didn't show it, pretending to be slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that there would be such a bug, it's Baihui Acupoint, you are sure it won't adversely affect you."
"No, donor, donor, hurry up," the old monk looked a little anxious.
"Okay, I'll use the needle."
Qin Lang said.
"Okay," the old monk said with some excitement, his expression not like relief, but like escape.
That's right, it's like escaping from a prison.
Qin Lang pierced three silver needles into the vicinity of the old monk's Baihui acupoint at the same time, and said after a while: "Master, the worm in your head should be dead."
"Well, I'll take a look, it's good," the old monk said three good words in a row, because he finally couldn't feel the existence of this insect in his head, and he was finally relieved "Now that the master's stubborn illness has been lifted, then I will also take my leave."
Qin Lang was ready to leave here.
"Donor, please wait."
The old monk smiled and said, "The donor has solved this stubborn disease for me, and the poor monk should thank the donor." ” "No need."
Qin Lang said, "We met here in Pingshui, that is also a fate, isn't there a focus on chance in Buddhism, I think this is what we call chance." ” "That's right, it's indeed chance, but it's not your chance, it's mine, hehe" The old monk laughed suddenly, and his smile looked eerie
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