Chapter 424 Who's Who's Chance

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At this time, Qin Lang silently practiced the non-phase method, which is to make his blood become highly poisonous. For people with the non-phase poison body, he is the most powerful weapon and the strongest poison. Although Qin Lang He can't move, but he still has a strong aggressiveness, and he is still the most poisonous poison!

Gudoo! Gudoo!

The old monk swallowed several mouthfuls of Qin Lang's blood. This blood should be the most delicious, but just as Qin Lang thought, his blood is not so easy to digest. Although this old monk is a poisonous person, he is a poisonous person refined the day after tomorrow. Compared with Qin Lang's phaseless poisonous body, it is still a world of difference, so if he sucks Qin Lang's blood, it is equivalent to drinking poison to quench his thirst!

"Woooo!~Woooo!~"

Sure enough, after the old monk drank a few sips of Qin Lang's blood, he let out a cry of pain. To him, Qin Lang's blood was simply intestinal poison. After drinking Qin Lang's blood, he has no luck at all. Although the poisonous man's perception of pain is very weak, the pain comes from his stomach and internal organs. It can be described as a heart-breaking pain. Even this poisonous man can't bear it!

Amidst the mourning, the old monk finally let go of Qin Lang, which allowed Qin Lang to breathe, and quickly moved away from the old guy. To Qin Lang just now, it was like wandering around from the gate of hell, and it was still the scariest The ghost gate is closed, because he was almost eaten by this old monk!

"Benefactor...benefactor, 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 coming from?" Qin Lang couldn't help being startled, but he was also a person who had seen the world, so he was not frightened, but set his eyes on this poisonous man.

The poisonous person was still screaming, could it be that the voice came from him?

"The benefactor...it's me, please save me so that the poor monk can be freed." The voice was indeed made by the poisonous man, but it didn't come from his mouth, but from his spiritual power! His thoughts!

"Could it be that the cultivation of this old monster is not only Tongxuan, but has surpassed the realm of Tongxuan and reached the level of 'Wuxuan'?" Qin Lang was shocked again. Qin Lang had heard the old poison talk about the spiritual power, and personally He experienced the situation where the old poison's mental power entered his brain, so he was no stranger to this situation.

Encountering this situation, Qin Lang stabilized his mind at 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 wanted to eat me just now! Could it be that you really thought I Can you be like a Buddha—sacrificing your life to feed an eagle? If I had that kind of enlightenment, I would have joined your Buddhist sect long ago."

"The benefactor... my sanity has been controlled by the puppet in my brain, until I drank the benefactor's blood just now, the poison suppressed the puppet, and my sanity was cleared, so only the benefactor can Save me, I implore the benefactor to be merciful, if you save the poor monk, the poor monk must be grateful." The old monk said very sincerely.

"Let me save you? Well, how can I save you?" Qin Lang asked, "What if you wake up and kill or eat me?"

"Don't worry, the benefactor, how could the poor monk be such an ungrateful person, the benefactor is also a martial artist, and I think you seem to be able to use silver needles. At this time, the puppet was injured by the poisonous gas. Near the Baihui acupoint on the brain, if you insert the silver needle into the Baihui acupoint, it will be restrained, and the poor monk will be freed, I must be very grateful to you," said the old monk.

"Baihui acupoint, right? Well, I know the location." Qin Lang said, "It's just that the acupuncture points on the head must be used with caution. You said there is a puppet in your brain? What is this puppet?"

Of course, Qin Lang pretended to be confused. Qin Lang knew better than anyone what a puppet worm was. It's just that this old monk's origin is very strange, and Qin Lang will not pretend to be a good person when he doesn't know the other party's details at all. Qin Lang doesn't know much about the Buddhist sect, but whenever Qin Lang mentioned the Buddhist sect, the old poison would often say:

"Damn all bald donkeys!"

Qin Lang didn't know whether the reason why the old poison made such comments on Fozong was because he had a feud with Fozong, but Qin Lang still had to be careful when facing people from Fozong. Therefore, even if it is the heart of harming others, the heart of defense is indispensable. Why is there a puppet in the old monk's mind? Qin Lang feels that this matter is most likely related to the Poison Sect, but now he doesn't say it out, but takes the opportunity to talk.

"Oh, you may not know, this puppet is a kind of poisonous insect, it will parasitize in the human head and make people extremely painful, but it happens that your poisonous nature suppresses it, so I implore you to kill it, Let the poor monk be relieved." The old monk looked sincere, and his tone was very similar to that of an eminent monk.

However, Qin Lang knew that the old monk had lied. What monks do not tell lies, it seems that they are all false. The old monk naturally knew what the puppet can do, but he deliberately didn't tell Qin Lang.

Just this point, Qin Lang can be sure that this old monk is not a real eminent monk.

But Qin Lang didn't show it, pretending to be slightly surprised: "I didn't expect there to be such a bug? Well, it's Baihui Point, are you sure? It won't have any adverse effects on you?"

"No! No! Benefactor, hurry up!" The old monk seemed a little anxious.

"That's good, I'll use the needle." Qin Lang said.

"Good! Good!" the old monk said a little excitedly, his expression didn't look like he was relieved, but rather escaped. Yes, it's like escaping from a prison.

Qin Lang pierced three silver needles into the old monk's Baihui acupoint at the same time, and said after a while: "Master, the bug in your head should be dead, right?"

"Well... let me see, good! good! good!" The old monk said three good words in a row, because he finally couldn't feel the existence of the bug in his head, and he was finally relieved!

"Since the master's stubborn illness has been relieved, then I will leave." Qin Lang was about to leave here.

"The benefactor, please wait." The old monk said with a smile, "The benefactor solved this stubborn illness for me. The poor monk should thank the benefactor very much."

"No need." Qin Lang said, "We met here by chance, that is also a fate. Isn't chance in Buddhism, I think this is what we call chance."

"That's right, it's indeed a chance, but it's not your chance, but mine, hehe..." The old monk suddenly laughed, his smile looked sinister and terrifying.