After a long time, the man in white suddenly screamed: "Little Pao..."

This scream scared Qian Xuanzi so much that he knew that the white-shirted man was good at attacking hard and had an ability to withstand external attacks beyond ordinary people. If there was any blow that could make him speak only half a sentence... Thinking of this, Qian Xuanzi couldn't help it. He walked quickly to the window of the side hall, knocked open the window slightly with a pen and wanted to see what was going on in the side hall.[]

Unexpectedly, when the stencil reached into the gap in the window, a strong force grabbed the stencil and pulled the stencil inside. At the same time, a white liquid also flowed along the stencil toward Qian Xuanzi's hand.

The kung fu that Qian Xuanzi usually practices is not good at brute force, and the white liquid flows towards him again at this time. Although he doesn't know if it is poisonous, he will never dare to touch it easily. In desperation, he shook his other hand and aimed the iron pipe with the quiver tail juice at the crack. He slightly pressed the spring, and the quiver tail juice turned into a ball of water mist and sprayed it out into the window. He originally thought that no matter what monster it was inside, he would at least release the iron pen in a hurry. However, after a while, the monster inside was sprayed, he had no reaction.

Qian Xuanzi never thought about this situation. In a panic, he could no longer care about it. He twisted the tin pen hard and the body of the pen was suddenly twisted into two sections. (.) It turned out that the craftsman who created Qian Xuanzi's tin pen predicted that the tin pen with almost no blade might be grabbed by someone when designing it. So he made the tin pen into two parts. The part wrapped outside was the same as the ordinary tin pen, and the part inside was a slender silver needle. If someone grabbed the tin pen, the owner of the tin pen could twist the mechanism above and retreat to the surface. If the speed was fast enough, he could also approach the key to stab the opponent. The moment Qian Xuanzi pulled out the silver needle, he had already stabbed the silver needle and stabbed the silver needle into the thing holding the tin pen.

The stabbed thing snorted, and didn't seem to feel anything. Qian Xuanzi didn't even think about it, so he turned the silver needle and stirred it in the flesh. This silver needle has excellent toughness and can be used for acupuncture normally. However, if someone deliberately twisted it around in the flesh, it would not be difficult to break it. When Qian Xuanzi got it, he finally let out a few roars.

Then I heard someone yelling, "Little Taoist priest, go quickly, grandma, I'll fight you." The master's voice was hoarse. Qian Xuanzi didn't hear who it was. He secretly cried in his heart that something must have happened. He was not afraid of trouble. After hearing this sound, he not only did not leave, but instead walked to the gate of the side hall.

What he thought was that the side palace could not enter, and the four people were basically dead inside, so it would be in vain to enter, but if the thing really wanted to escape, either by the window or by the door, he would still have a chance to attack. He looked at the broken silver needle in his hand, thinking about what had just happened. There was no blood on the silver needle, but there was some white liquid, but he could not think of anything that would flow like this. He was thinking about what to do, but suddenly the sound of opening the door came from the gate of the side palace, and the thin middle-aged man actually crawled out of the door.

Qian Xuanzi usually hears his master talk about catching monsters and subduing monsters. He knows that at this time, he must not go up to save people, because the harming things usually follow behind this person. Judging from the white liquid, this thing should be poisonous. People who have been injured by it may be poisoned. If you rashly contact them, you may be indirectly poisoned.

The thin middle-aged man saw Qian Xuanzi beside the door, so he crawled towards Qian Xuanzi. Qian Xuanzi didn't dare to contact him. He quickly jumped three or four meters away in a few steps. He wanted to chase him out from behind, so he ran to the front hall. Who knew that behind the thin middle-aged man, he didn't follow anything. Qian Xuanzi vaguely saw three other people lying in the side hall. The statue of the Shifang Taiyi Ku Tianzun had been thrown to the ground. There was originally a nine-headed lion, and there was an extremely disgusting thing lying. This thing looked a bit like a dog, and his body was covered with white insects. Although you could tell where the head was and where the body was, the head had been deformed by the insects, and his facial features were completely unmistakable, making people really unable to think about how this thing killed people?

When he was thinking about this, the thin middle-aged man crawled a few more times. He crawled very slowly. After crawling a few times, he lay on the ground to breathe. Qian Xuanzi felt a little relieved when he saw the monster lying in the side hall, so he went over to help the middle-aged man up. However, halfway through, he was flashing his eyes by the reflection of something on the middle-aged man. The reflection shocked him to the heart. He took several steps back before he dared to look at the thin middle-aged man carefully.

What he saw was the half silver needle that had just stabbed into the monster's body. After all, this silver needle is a weapon, so it is flatter than other silver needles, and its reflection is also quite special. Qian Xuanzi had seen this reflection countless times when he checked the stylus, so he recognized it at a glance. This silver needle was originally inserted into the monster's hand, but now it has reached the hand of a thin middle-aged man. In other words, the person who pulled the stylus in the window just now was this thin middle-aged man?

The more Qian Xuanzi thought about it, the colder he felt. Now he only had some magic talismans in his hands, but according to experience, generally magic talismans did not have any effect on such monsters. If they really did, they could only rely on weapons. But except for the half-slice of silver needles in his hands, how could there be any weapons?

However, after all, he could not hold the piao Astronomy Network. Although he knew that the divine talisman was not very effective, he still held all the divine talismans that could be found in an instant in his hand and quickly set up a three-tale formation on the ground in front of him. After that, he didn't even look at the thin middle-aged man, and turned his head and ran towards the front hall. There were more than a dozen Taoist priests in the front hall. Even if his level was extremely poor, he should still have the ability to delay time. He thought about this in his mind, but did not pay attention to the movement behind him. Suddenly he felt his legs tight and his calf had been caught by something. Then he was thrown out, and his chest hit the gate of the side hall.

Qian Xuanzi was already desperate at this time. He thought that the three talent formation he had temporarily placed could deal with for a while without taking the trouble. He realized that it was useless at this time. At this time, a sound of rubbing against the ground came from a distance. Qian Xuanzi knew that it was the thin middle-aged man crawling towards him. He suddenly felt his scalp numb. Thinking of the man who didn't know how to torture him, he felt like vomiting. At this time, his whole body was hurt everywhere, and he moved and said something.

He had no strength, and it was impossible to run away. Then he felt his hair being pulled up and pulled it towards the direction of the side hall. He didn't know what he had touched his head and hurt a little. Then another bloody smell floated into his nose. What he didn't expect was that the thing suddenly loosened his hair and crawled towards the gate of the side hall. Listening to the thing crawling a little far away, Qian Xuanzi forced himself to cheer up and began to adjust his breathing.

But the impact just now had caused him internal injuries. After luck, his breath started to rush inside his body. He simply ignored the injury and focused on seeing where the thing had crawled. After a closer look, he found that the thing was actually at the gate of the side hall. There were two gates of the side hall. There were many strange talismans written on the one that had been closed. Qian Xuanzi did not recognize any of them. The monster seemed to know that Qian Xuanzi was looking at it. Suddenly he turned around and giggled at Qian Xuanzi, and then closed another gate.

Qian Xuanzi was sure that he would die. As soon as he dissipated, he felt a little sleepy. The severe pain on his body was relieved little by little. Then the door was completely closed. The light in the side hall suddenly darkened, and the thing crawled towards him again. Qian Xuanzi tried hard to concentrate again, but this time he failed. He only felt something was biting his finger, and then his thumb hurt, and the chaotic aura flowed towards his thumb. Then there was a sucking sound that made people want to vomit, probably that thing was sucking his own blood.

Suddenly, someone kicked open the gate of the side hall. Qian Xuanzi vaguely heard many people's footsteps and the sound of drawing swords. Then there was the screams of some people. An old voice shouted loudly: "Hurry, set up the formation." Qian Xuanzi woke up by this sound a little. He barely looked in the direction where the sound came, and only saw something chewing on his thumb. The thing looked nothing like a thin middle-aged man. He was like a dog. Except for a huge head like a dog, there were seven or eight strange animals' faces on his neck...

(This chapter has been written again. The story of the flower arrangement of more than ten chapters is about to end. According to the current concept, this period is more critical. Although the outline will be modified, this paragraph is also very critical. So, please read it patiently. However, book friends have reported that this paragraph is still good, so I will continue to carry forward it. This weekend, it will be a big rejection. So, I hope everyone can be more powerful. The status of supernatural beings is normal. Many people know that orthodox supernatural novels have not been on the big picture for a long time.

I hope everyone can burst out in a concentrated way and show me your energy. Thank you. After all, there are two purposes for writing books. One is for people to read, and the other is to make money and have a meal. If this book cannot reach its ideal level, then many people will probably advise me to change the category... I don’t want to do this. After all, I write from a supernatural background, and only because it is the happiest, the happiest, and the best at writing. So, please be good, let us become the most powerful book, Maoshan Taoist priests, become the most powerful book friends, come on, I love you)
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