The Immortal’s Poison

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Wen Leyang asked something strange: "Master, this monster's toxicity is not so heavy?" Although the water poison of these tadpoles is pure, but the amount is too small, considering the toxin alone, it is difficult for Master Jiong to do such repairs. What harm caused, but he used a real element to detoxify, but also spent a lot of effort, and now the lama looks stupefied, his eyes are not as bright as before.

Let Jiong bitterly grunted: "Water poison is still the second, most of my true yuan is going to deal with your bugs and the powder in the bamboo needles!" Said Liang Lei from the board to show to Wen Leyang, the densely covered all my clothes A small hole in the tie.

I served the tadpole chasing it with extreme excitement, chasing it with a stiff hair like a steel thorn, and the lama was afraid to block the speed of the bug, so he didn't dare to resist it ...

Let Jiong get dressed and stand up. He smiled and nodded at Wen Leyang: "The life-saving grace, the Lama does not say any thanks." He said, paused for a moment: "These bamboo needles ... can you pull it out?"

Wen Leyang yelled, even apologizing and quickly took back the bamboo needles, and the fat round head of the lama was pierced into a flower.

The lama finally retrieved an old life, and was not too heavy to be injured. It was just a bit off. She was able to persevere. She pointed her finger at her body: "The tadpole-like monster is not a ghost. It must be alive. Yes, but ... there are more peculiarities! "

The tantric monks originally said that the tadpoles entered into Rong Jiong ’s body, but they let him see this kind of thing clearly. The translucent tadpoles can be displayed like water escape once they are contaminated with liquid Spell, so he rushed into his brain, but did not disturb the brain nucleus, this "water escape" ability is the natural cost of monsters, not the cultivation of spells at all.

"And, this thing can control people, rely on its tail!" Lama Jiong's voice was low and his heart was palpitated.

When the monster was in his head, the remaining tail wanted to wrap his head in a jitter several times, but because most of the tail was cut by Wen Leyang, he could not succeed, even such a big lama felt the heart. Shaking, the body almost kept calling, if I take it for a while, the Lama may not be able to hold on.

"Not only that!" Let Lama Jiong talk about the scary part of the bugs one by one: "This kind of thing is the best water body, the real water is invisible, so our spiritual knowledge can't detect it! This team of Kunlun disciples don't know why Here, after encountering the monsters, the flying sword magic weapon is completely ineffective by their water and cold poison, and people are also controlled by the monsters. "

Breaking the soil at this time also understood, nodded and sneered and said: "If people are controlled by this kind of insect, they will also be infected with the insect's natural lineage and can escape the water, so it can move in the ice without hindrance, and it is also the body of the water. , Our spiritual consciousness cannot find him! "

Wen Leyang sighed. One of these Kunlun Taoists who had been killed was quite familiar with him. Whether he was at the Wufu Jujiu in Jiuding Mountain or at the battle of the city God Temple, he was with Liu Zheng, obviously an important person in Kunlun Dao When the disciples came here, they didn't know what to do, but they all died here.

Even in the shock, Xiaosha couldn't make her eyes wide even a little bigger, and said a meaningless interjection: "What the **** is this!"

Let Jiong narrow his eyes and almost shake his head stiffly: "I don't know! The body of water can escape the investigation of spiritual consciousness. It used to be just a saying that this five-element extreme body has almost never appeared."

Wen Leyang suddenly thought of the awl, no wonder she appeared so abruptly every time, she could not even perceive her spiritual knowledge. He is now a little bit wishful, and with the awl's supernatural power, even if he does not use water to do it, it is not difficult to hide his spiritual knowledge.

Gu Xiaojun thought of another question: "Remember that young boy in white robe? He will also escape ice and escape your spiritual consciousness. Wouldn't it be controlled by insects?"

Master Jiong stunned for a while and shook his head with a smile: "The boy left the mark of the flower house, and he was clever and flexible in speaking and doing things, and the bugs were not so smart."

Several people searched the side of the bottom of the ice crack again, and there was no other suspiciousness. After burying several Kunlun disciples, they set off on the road again and rushed towards the cave house of Lama's hard-working friend.

Because after a long delay in the ice crack, when they arrived there, the sky was completely dark. The moonlight in the sky was like water. It was quietly sprinkled on the ice cap covered with thin snow, but the reflection was not serene. Qin Liang, but layers of enchantment!

In the distance, a sloping horn peak, like a scimitar sticking out of the mountain, shook at the sky, unabashedly hardened out of arrogance and solitude, let Master Jiong smile at the distant corner peak: " My friend is in the cave under the peak. He is a hard worker. It is estimated that he wo n’t even give us a fire. I do n’t think you guys can have a good hospitality! " Long distance shouted: "Old friend Ji Song, let Jiong come!"

Let Jiong's voice be calm and peaceful, without the slightest domineering, but delivered steadily in the majestic mountain breeze, each word is as strong as a copper cast iron.

Feifei was lying on Wen Leyang's back and was already drowsy. He was awakened by the shrill voice, and after a moment of stunned, he whispered and said in a low voice: "Thirteen? The master's friend is called thirteen? What is the allusion here?" , And explained to Wen Leyang: "In Tibetan, Ji Song is a number, which means thirteen."

Let Jiong meet with his old friend soon, and feel happy and happy. He laughed and answered the non-feifei words: "There is an allusion to him, he ranks at home thirteen, so he is called thirteen! This person has a temper ... some ... It ’s weird! ”The lama ’s expression also became a little weird and laughed, and he continued to ask:“ If he does it randomly, you do n’t have to be too polite, but do n’t hurt him. ”

Lama Jiong Jiong was saying, a cold whisper came suddenly from the direction of Jiaofeng, which responded to Lama's cry. A figure swings left and right in the mountain breeze, as if it will be blown away at any time, but the speed is very fast to meet the people, and it has reached the eyes of everyone before a moment. Jean Jiong laughed and told his companions: "This is Ji Song, the ascetic of Gladantong."

Ji Song ’s height is extremely high, which is a full height higher than Wen Leyang, who is 1.8 meters faster, but he is very thin and thin, so that Jiong sees that his old friend is in a good mood, and continues to laugh at Wen Leyang: "He has worked hard since childhood. The snacks are not good to drink, and they grow into a bamboo pole! "

Ji Song is very similar to the figure of the African leader, Tuttuntum. They are both thin and tall, but Tutton's thinness makes people feel pitiful, and Jisong's thinness makes people feel terrible!

The skin of the whole body was tightly pulled on the bones, the forehead shrivelled and the cheeks collapsed, and there were almost a pair of huge eyes left on the face, and a fierce color showed in the rotation. Ji Song was accompanied by the snow and ice wind all the year round. The whole body was icy quenching.

Seeing his old friend, Ji Song not only couldn't see the joy in his face, but also with a little impatience, frowned and asked the lama, "Why are you here?"

"It's natural to come to you!" Said Lama Jiong, pulling Jisong like a thin bamboo pole: "Don't stand in the wilderness and drink the wind, go to you first and talk!"

Unexpectedly, Ji Song stood on the ground like a nail, shaking his hand and trying to get rid of the lama: "I have something to go out, you go to me and wait."

Let Jiong's identity on the plateau be highly respected. Almost all Tibetan monks respect him with respect and do not dare to be negligent, but this Jisong is not necessarily big, and his temper is really not small.

It was obvious that Jiong Jiong had long been accustomed to Jisong's cold appearance, and he didn't mind it at all. The big hand still firmly grasped Jisong's thin wrist, and he laughed and said, "I'm coming, do you still want to go out? "" Jang Jiongzheng said halfway, and suddenly frowned, looking up and down at Jisong carefully, and his tone was dignified a lot: "Is there any trouble looking for you?"

Ji Song wore a ragged red robe, a diamond bell in a pocket on his chest, a pure white snail behind him, and a diamond pestle in his other hand.

Wen Leyang didn't understand Tantra, but looking at Ji Song's fully armed state, he also knew that he was going out to fight.

Ji Song's two strange eyes rolled over, staring at Lama Jiong Jiong: "Who knows who these people are, you Mora hold me, let them run and I give you endlessly!" After that he started to shake his hands desperately, trying to break free Rang Jiong, the big lama was not at all polite, his big hands were like iron tongs, he held Ji Song so firmly and said nothing, as if he would run away without any effort as long as he was slightly relaxed.

The big pangolin looked at two of you. I said one thing for a long time, but I did n’t say why. The light panther was standing there, and the first one was impatient. , What are you going to do ... "

No one thought that the words of the ground hadn't been finished yet, Ji Song screamed violently: "What is there, where can you speak!" Raised the Vajra pestle in the other hand, and wrapped his head in his face and looked at him Just smashed it.

How could he be hit by breaking the ground, and the whispering screams of lightning quickly backed away, and Ji Song would be beaten in a rush, Wen Leyang hurriedly jumped between them, waved his hand and did not speak, but Ji Song waved his hand. The magic weapon, turned to Wen Leyang's head, and his mouth still scolded: "Mortal, get away!"

Wen Leyang also carried a girl behind her, watching the Vajra pestle slap him with merciless wind, and his heart was also angry, this kind of indiscriminate play, if ordinary people were not beaten into meat by him The sauce was impossible. With both hands turned, the wrong fist was greeted with the vajra pestle. Under the two great forces, Wen Leyang remained motionless, and Ji Song slumped himself into the arms of the Great Lama.

If he did n’t let Jiong still hold him by the hand, he might fall somewhere. Wen Leyang ’s current cultivation practice is not inferior to that of the old rabbit demon. How can a general monk supernatural power match his copper iron? Bone resistance.

Ji Songao jumped up with a cry, and while trying to break free of his hands like a crazy chicken, he pointed at Wen Leyang with a diamond pestle: "Look, it's not an ordinary person, Wang Ba eggs come again!"

Xiaosha happily laughed, lay on the back of the big lama and yelled at Wen Leyang: "It's a mixed person, beat him!"

Fei Fei is more sensible than Xiao Sha, but also laughs with a trembling smile: "Don't fight, don't fight, although the 13 are mixed, but know more things ..."

Lama Jiong looked into a mess in front of him, turned his wrist suddenly, and a stumbling under his foot directly threw Jisong onto the snow, and then the fat body turned around and locked him firmly with two thick legs. The lama did not perform tantric magical powers, but authentic wrestling on the grassland. While suppressing Ji Song, he also separated him from Wen Leyang and the ground with his body. Then the lama spoke: "If you lose, Help us, speak honestly! "

Ji Song struggling to show his head from the side of Jean Jiong's butt, nodded hard, and immediately felt his body loose, immediately turned over and jumped, staring at Wen Leyang and breaking the ground: "Who are you two?"

Breaking the soil and pouting, he turned back to Wen Leyang and said, "Go on, I'm afraid I'll break him!"

Wen Leyang nodded with a smile, and did not put down Fei Fei, he asked Ji Song: "When will it start?"

Fei Fei lay in Wen Leyang's ear and said in a very low voice: "This Jisong is not really horizontal, but there is no fear ... knowing that the master will not hurt him ..."

Taking advantage of their talking skills, Ji Song has laid a tantric immobility seal around him to prevent the enemy from attacking. He said with a sneer, "Now it's all right!" The Vajrasaki in the cross was about to break the Tantra mantra, but unexpectedly a sudden flower bloomed in front of him, and the other party had already fitted to the front. Ji Song's immobility method was unable to stop for a moment, but was broken by Wen Leyang's wrong fist.

Ji Song was about to step back. Suddenly, a figure swayed in front of him, and the silver bell-like laughter came and went, and his left and right shoulders sank in the blink of an eye.

When Ji Song roared and waved the Vajra pestle to fight back, Wen Leyang had already retreated to his place and asked him with a smile: "Can't you still fight?"

Ji Song was dissatisfied with his face, and his skinny face was covered with freckles. He opened his mouth to speak more, and shouted violently. The bamboo-like body was like a cramp, and a heel fell on the ground.

Fei Fei lying behind Wen Leyang was startled and asked in a low voice: "What did he ... shout?"

Wen Leyang's resolute answer: "Spicy!"

Since Ji Song was familiar with Rang Jiong, it should not be a bad person, but Wen Leyang couldn't help but punish him by putting his life down on him.

Lama Jiong stretched his hand to support Ji Song, who was red-faced and red-eyed, and shook his head with a wry smile: "It's not wrong to let you suffer a little bit!" After looking up, he looked up at Wen Leyang.

Wen Leyang didn't wait for the lama to speak, so he walked up with a smile and filled Jisong with saliva. "Szechuan cuisine" is a unique secret recipe for victory. The configuration is simple, the casting is simple, the solution is simpler, and the solution is simple.

Ji Song drank a few sips in a hurry, and then came back slowly, staring at Wen Leyang like a monster, and gaspingly asked, "What spell is this?" He closed his eyes after waiting for Wen Leyang to answer. The twitching of the corner of his mouth seemed to be reminiscent of the feeling just now, and finally jumped up and raised a thumbs up to Wen Leyang: "Great!"

Wen Leyang glanced back and looked at Fei Fei on her back. She laughed at Fe Fei He. She saw Wen Leyang's words: This Jisong is not an ordinary mixed person.

After the hands-on, Ji Song regained the original look that no one looked good, pointing at Wen Leyang and turning to look at Rong Jiong: "This person is okay, what do you want to ask, I know everything about Gladantong!"

Rang Jiong didn't rush to ask about the Hua family, but dragged the topic to Ji Song: "Who are you looking for?"

Ji Song hey, and he answered with great pleasure: "I practiced the Zen Buddhism a few days ago, and my body and mind can not move outside. There are few people on the east of Gladdan, and I did n’t take it seriously, just put a layer of immobile law to protect For yourself, let the snow spider seal the hole, and when I wake up, I find that someone has visited my cave house! "

Wen Leyang narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is Xuezhu?"

"Snow spider is a big spider. It has eight legs, a round belly, and loves meat to weave webs! Some spirituality, I use them to close the hole when I retreat!" Ji Songqi hummed, Wen Leyang knew this, others said It was n’t Xuezhu. He thought that what Ji Song raised was the ghost bubble in the ice.

This kind of snow spider has been recorded in the workshop of life and death, and it is considered to be a relatively powerful poisonous insect. Most people are stung to no avail immediately.

After all, not everyone can raise a mountain beast like the Great Mercy Temple or Qilian Xianzong. It is not uncommon for ordinary monks to raise some spiritual and poisonous insects to visit the home nursing home.

Ji Song has been closed for a while, and when he woke up, he discovered that the spider that had closed the door was squeezed to death. Someone had come to his cave house. He knows very few people. Even if someone visits and sees the snow spider closing the door, he will know that he is shutting down, or waiting or leaving, and there is no reason to pinch the spider.

Let Jiong frown: "What have you missed there?"

Ji Song shook his head: "You are a thief, dare you to see two spiders about the size of the lid hanging at the door, do you dare to go in?" He was like eating gunpowder, and others wouldn't want to hear a comfortable word from his mouth.

Jean Jiong didn't take his tone into his heart, and continued, "The things are not lost, and you are in good condition. The other party should come to see the reality and see that it is an ordinary monk, so I retreated ..."

Ji Song ’s face was full of dissatisfaction, and he went down and said: “Then my two snow spiders will die in vain? This group of people ca n’t run as long as they do n’t go out of Tanggula Mountain!” Ji Song was grumpy, and someone came in while he was closed Wandering around for a while, killing his gate spider, he immediately chased him out of thunder, and happened to meet Jean Jiong with Wen Leyang and others to come to the door.

The big lama's eyes lit up: "You have a way to find them?"

A rare smile appeared on Jisong's face, with a bit of pride: "The people who came killed the snow spider, but they were also stained with silk!"

Wen Leyang smiled abruptly. The female spider in the snow spider is large and therefore preys on the net. The male spider is small, but even if the female spider can be found by the taste of the silk of the female spider, it is natural to know that Jisong has such a thing. Its habit is to use the male spider to track the person who is dyed with silk, as long as the other party does not run too far, it will definitely be able to catch up.

After letting Jiong ponder for a moment, he continued to ask, "They are going in that direction?"

In fact, Jiong Jiong didn't ask two words, Ji Song's expression became extremely irritable, as if reluctantly reluctantly replied: "Go up!"

The faces of several people in Wen Leyang showed such a relief. They were still on the northwest **** of East Gradan. To go to Jiang Gendi as a glacier, they had to climb the top of the mountain without crap.

Let Jiong turn his attention to Wen Leyang, Gu Xiaojun and others. Everyone has the same thoughts. The old Gu simply said: "Let's chase with him! Either a wicked person or Kunlun!"

Ji Song had been waiting anxiously for a long time, and said, "Don't touch me when you meet them!" I said, walking while walking, heading towards the top of the mountain. After a few steps, I added: "If they There are so many people, you can help me again! "

Everyone laughed. This is the most reliable sentence he said since seeing Ji Song. Although this man has a strange temper, he is really not stupid.

A group of people continued to climb towards the top of Gladantong. Of course, Jiong would not be wasted on the road, and he asked Huajia about Jisong.

Ji Song has never had a good complexion, but when Jiong Jiong mentioned the Huajia, he immediately changed his look. He seemed a little awed and a little scared: "You got them? These people are real secret repairers, although they don't ask the world. But do n’t mess with it, or you will never die! "

Jean Jiong was about to speak, and Ji Jisong's expression suddenly reminded me of something: "Mr. Jean Jiong, are you not afraid of the sky, when you saw the majesty of the lama, and you were so frightened when you mentioned the Hua Family?" His eyes slanted to Ji Song: "Wouldn't it be possible to understand that the Lama can't make you hurt, so just stand upright?"

Ji Song hadn't spoken yet, so he took over the words of the Great Lama with a smile: "As the master expected, he couldn't hide me!"

Ji Song snorted heavily, pretending not to hear anything, and accelerated his pace to the top of the mountain, let Master Jiong shake his head and laughed up, and brought the topic back: "How much do you know about the Huajia?" "

Ji Song didn't talk nonsense, he told Jean Jiong what he knew.

The Hua family was originally a hidden practice in the Central Plains, but a ancestor accidentally discovered a method of cultivation here more than a thousand years ago, so the Ju people moved to Tanggula Mountain. Ji Song's cultivation behavior, he simply does not see the ability of others, and dare not go to check the whereabouts of others.

Wen Leyang heard that the Hua family had been here for more than a thousand years, and he was more at ease in his heart. After all, the longer the age, the less likely he was to be a partner with that evil repairer. Not many people arranged things after two thousand years.

The flower family's supernatural powers still take second place. The main reason is that the unpredictable body and even the spiritual sense are too strange. If there is such a group of enemies, the snow mountain trip will undoubtedly be more dangerous.

Ji Song knew so much, he closed his mouth without saying a word, and Jiong was quite helpless, and everyone no longer said anything, quickly leaping over the layers of spine ice bucket, and finally boarded Gera at dawn The peak of Dandong!

The peak of Gladdan East is a quasi-plain. At first glance, the terrain looks flat. In fact, it is firmly covered with a 100-meter-thick ice cap, or thick or narrow fissures criss-cross, and the snow and ice buckets are connected one after another.

And not far away from the summit, there was a campsite.

Everyone was taken aback by the camp that was dozens of meters away. It was obviously sealed by Taoism and could be hidden from the exploration of spiritual knowledge. Ji Song snorted: "The man who visited my cave house is in the tent." Then, he took a restless snow spider from his arms and threw it to the ground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The spider immediately concealed himself In the ice and snow, a small snow bag was provided on the ground and ran quickly towards the camp.

Ji Song didn't rush to the camp, but hesitated by touching his chin: "These tents ... are there too many people?"

Although the camp is simple to build, there are tents stacked one after another, which can hold thousands of people!

Wen Leyang and Jean Jiong glanced at each other, and whispered two words: "Kunlun!"

They chased the corpse at the foot of Tanggula Mountain, and spent a lot of time on it. They did not expect that the Kunlun Dao team had already entered the mountain.

The evil repair and town guards with great intentions, the Kunlun disciples who are determined to avenge their revenge, and the mysterious and strange hidden repair flower family, with the addition of Wen Leyang, the snow-topped Tangula, which was originally quiet for thousands of years, has become silent. It's hilarious.

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