Di Qiyun's body suddenly retreated and retreated, and then a cloud of blood mist erupted from his mouth, and finally fell to the ground on his back. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Everyone was stunned, staring at each other as if the world had stood still, and there was silence all around.

"You dead monk, I won't let you go. Di Qiyun clutched his chest sideways, his face was extremely hideous, he squeezed out the words from his mouth, and lay on the ground panting.

Everyone came back to their senses and saw that the old monk had no intention of killing him, so they hurriedly stepped forward to help Di Qiyun, and then carried him to the desert and fled.

The monk looked at the people who were fleeing in the distance, shook his head helplessly, then retracted his gaze, closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Amitabha, I hope you can turn back." ”

"Poof......" A spitting sound came out, and dark black blood spurted out of Yu Qingqiu's mouth again, as if this time it was even darker and more fishy than the last time. After a mouthful of black blood spit out, Yu Qingqiu, who was sluggish, was like a flower under the scorching sun, drooping his head, and his whole person wilted.

"Senior brother, how are you?" Yi'er, who had recovered from her trance, hurriedly ran over.

"I ...... I didn't ...... It's okay. Yu Qingqiu looked at her with difficulty, looking very struggling and painful, and her haggard face forced a smile.

"Senior brother, I won't let you die, if you die, I won't live anymore. Yi'er cried with tears on her face.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the two of them, and his heart was also very uncomfortable with it, but he knew his ability, but he was just suffering from no way and turned into a gloomy sadness.

At this time, the monk suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had discovered a new continent, and walked towards them.

Zhuo Yifan looked at him carefully, his face was also surprised, and he secretly thought that this old monk had just beaten them away, and he didn't know what to do to us. So he said in amazement: "Hey, you...... What do you want to do?"

The monk didn't look at him, nor did he react, he walked to the white horse, didn't say a word, and spit out black blood to Yu Qingqiu, squatted down to take a closer look, and slowly sniffed it.

Then, he got up and looked at Yu Qingqiu's face, seeing that his face was black and purple, and his expression was sluggish, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted at Zhuo Yifan: "Donor, quickly take out his hand." ”

Zhuo Yifan was stunned for a moment, why does this old monk look at people's hands for no reason, could it be that he is ......

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's face, the monk seemed to be able to see his heart, and hurriedly shook his head and said: "Donor, you think too much, this is not good, the poor monk just wants to judge whether he has been poisoned by the poor monk." ”

Zhuo Yifan was suddenly surprised and speechless, this old monk was too good, he could actually see his thoughts, because the idea just now was too dirty, he scratched his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "The master is sorry, misunderstanding and misunderstanding." ”

The monk shook his head and said with a straight face: "Donor, quickly take out his hand." ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he knew the old monk's ability, so he hurriedly did it, and did not dare to slack off.

When he took out the hand of the young man in white, he saw that the nails of the young man in white were black and purple, and the cyan meridians were bulging and bulging, as if they were ghosts running out of the grave. Zhuo Yifan was so frightened that he shook his palm and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's face in surprise, the monk looked at the white-clothed young man with a locked eye, and his face was suddenly slightly pale.

The black and purple nails were obviously caused by blood blockage, why the blood was not smooth, he knew that it was because of the poison in the blood. The black blood he looked at on the ground just now is a better illustration, it can make the blood viscous increase, and this poison is obviously not to be underestimated.

Zhuo Yifan knew that the situation was serious, he held his breath nervously, looked down at it, and his hands were still trembling.

The monk took out a silver needle and slowly stabbed it into Yu Qingqiu's wrist, and the silver needle tip pierced into the flesh, and the black liquid instantly stained it.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan's eyes shrank again, and his hands were clenched together, as if the needle just now was him.

But the old monk was not afraid at all, he took out the black silver needle, put it down and looked at it under the scorching sun, then let out a long breath, closed his eyes and lowered his head: "Amitabha, fortunately, the toxin is not the poison of the tooth piercing, and it has not spread to the internal organs." ”

"Big ...... Master, what kind of poison is this?" Zhuo Yifan hurriedly asked.

The monk frowned and said, "Donor, this son is a kind of corpse poison. ”

"Corpse poison, what kind of poison is this?" asked Zhuo Yifan. Out of curiosity, even if he was afraid, he wanted to know about these unknown things.

"Corpse poison comes from the Western Regions, and it is only found on dead and incorruptible corpses, but these toxins rarely appear, and they are all artificially secretly nourished, and it takes decades or hundreds of years to nourish them, usually on sharp claws and stabbing teeth. As he spoke, the old monk looked at the young man in white, and muttered, "How can this poison appear on him, it's really rare." His eyes lit up, as if his thoughts had been pulled far, far away.

"Master, hearing you say that, how could this poison appear here?" asked Zhuo Yifan.

"yes, I'm curious about that, too. The monk thought for a moment, and hurriedly asked Yi'er, "Did you encounter something strange?"

This kind of poison is difficult for people to be infected with, unless the person who is infected with the poison has come into contact with that thing, and the monk of Huajia saw that Zhuo Yifan didn't know, so he remembered Yi'er next to him.

"Last night we were in a dilapidated inn, and we came across a thing, at first it was black, and then, somehow, when it reappeared, it was as red as blood, and it was getting more and more fierce and more and more powerful. Yi'er said slowly.

"Could it be something I saw?" Zhuo Yifan retracted his mind and said in a trembling voice.

Yi'er turned her face and asked in surprise, "Have you seen it too?"

Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly, afraid that Yi'er would blame him for not coming out to save him, so he quickly shook his head and said, "No, I may have seen it wrong." ”

Monk Huajia said: "How did you escape later?"

"Before that monster came, just in case, my senior brother arranged the Bafang Xuanmen Array in advance. Yi'er said.

"Bafang Xuanmen Formation?" Monk Huajia said with a surprised face: "Is it Bashan's formation?"

"Master, how do you know our Bashan's formation?" Yi'er was also very surprised, she didn't expect that the monk in front of her, who had never known each other, actually knew our Bashan's formation.

The monk lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Hehe, donor, don't you know, when the old man traveled far away, he was framed and almost lost his life, but it was the Luyang real person of Bashan who saved me." ”

"Luyang Zhenren, that's the head of our Bashan. Yi'er shouted at her with a pair of big eyes.

"Amitabha, when I meet the people of Bashan again, it seems that I have a lot of fate with the Bashan faction!" the old monk bowed his head.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the two of them in surprise, he didn't expect the Bashan faction to be so good! Even such a powerful old monk in front of him could be saved, and the martial arts were unimaginable.

"May I ask Master, is that mass of things human?" Zhuo Yifan said.

"The monster is almost human, but it has no mind, it can be said to be the walking dead, and it has been excluded from humans. ”