Chapter 92: Howling Poison

The leader of the floating slaughter approached the strength of the half-step Purple Lake, and wanted to escape. A few people would rather catch up than Ning Wufeng.
"The leader of the floating slaughter has been seriously injured by Zhentian Finger. It should not become a climate for a year and a half." Ning Wufeng said slowly as the black light disappeared into the sky.
Even so, how angry was the hysterical roar when the Lord of the Butchers fled. Ning Wufeng knew that this person was absolutely not allowed to stay, otherwise when he left Jiangning House, this person would definitely vent his anger to everyone in Qinglong Town.
But who is behind the leader of the floating slaughter? Is his strange magic Taoism from the Wu family?
If this is the case, then the Wu family must be treated with caution.
"Big stall, it's not good, you go and see Xuankudaodao." Shi Jian hurried over and said to Ning Wufeng.
"What's going on?" Ning Wufeng asked, immediately sinking.
Shi Jian hurriedly led the way, Ning Wufeng followed him, listening to the ins and outs of the story.
"Poisoning? How could this happen?" Ning Wufeng showed a surprised expression on his face. In his opinion, Xuanzang Taoist is an omnipotent man, how could he not even know he was poisoned?
The two came to Ning Wufeng's own yard one after the other.
The mayor led a few people around the door of the room and saw Ning Wufeng immediately rushing up and said, "Xiaofeng, come and see, the condition of Xuankuan Road is very bad."
Ning Wufeng nodded, walked through the crowd, and pushed the door into the room. The crowd waited anxiously outside the door.
Inside the room, the Xuanzang Taoist was full of strong spiritual power, and the thick spiritual power was condensed into a spiritual fog around him. Ning Wufeng felt wet on his face when he walked in.
"Xuan Kuan, what's wrong with you?" Ning Wufeng hurried over.
At this time, the black lines on his face were densely covered. Ning Wufeng let go of his consciousness and could see that the black lines in his body had been intertwined into a net. Black spirits are planted in every spirit.
Black gas quickly swallowed the spiritual power of Xuanzang Taoist. While swallowing his spiritual power, he swallowed along with his blood and blood, and his hair and beard became pale with the naked eye.
Snowy white.
"Xiaofeng, quickly absorb the old man's spiritual power. Otherwise, the old man will die!" The voice of Xuanzang Taoist suddenly sounded in Ning Wufeng's mind.
Voice transmission through the air.
Ning Wufeng was the first experience, but he saw the painful expression on the face of Xuanzang Taoist, and he was shaking constantly.
"Xuan Kuan, how did you do this?" Ning Wufeng asked eagerly, he never absorbed the spiritual power of a living person, not to mention his closest person.
"The old man was poisoned by crickets. Crickets live with spiritual power. As long as there is no spiritual power, the children of cricket can't survive!" The pain on Xuan Kuo's face became more apparent.
The dark air on his face was beating fiercely. Countless black gas slammed into him. Ning Wufeng can feel that black gas is composed of countless living bodies.
The living body may be the son of the cricket among the Xuankudao population.
"However, without spiritual power, you are a waste!" Ning Wufeng said in a deep voice. For a monk, without spiritual power, life is better than death.
Xuanyaodao's face showed a painful expression, and said, "After poisoning Poison, I am destined to be a wasteful man!"
The poison was entrapped in him for decades. Every time he uses his spiritual power, he will speed up the incubation of the son of the uncle.
The first time Ning Wufeng was rescued from the floating slaughter, he shot.
The second time was to rescue Ning Wufeng, helping him to open up the first spiritual vein. He shot again.
The third time was the former siege of Qinglong Town. If the Xuankuao Taoist did not take the shot, the death and injury of Qinglong Town would be even more tragic. I'm afraid they can't wait for Zhao Wuqing's men to come.
And every time he uses spiritual power, the crippled son parasitic on his veins will absorb the spiritual power and accelerate the incubation. At this point, the son of a cricket has changed from an egg to a rice-sized black bug.
That black gas is composed of countless sons of crickets. After these crickets have devoured his spiritual power and blood, they will turn into cocoons.
Taking the body of a stubborn Taoist as a cricket, breaking out of a cocoon, the method of death is extremely cruel.
Ning Wufeng has never felt so stern and unkind, and the old man who wanted to come lightly and unsophisticated was the first to ask him.
"Okay, I promise you!" Ning Wufeng's eyes turned to tears, the eight pulses moved in unison, and the puppetized spirits came on display.
He wants to abolish the Xuankudao people himself. But if this is not the case, Xuanku Taoists will not survive!
The puppetization spirit was displayed, and a white aperture emerged from Ning Wufeng's palm, which violently absorbed the surrounding spiritual power.
Spiritual force submerged into Ning Wufeng's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, with the increasing number of incubation sites, the puppet children hatching in the body of Xuankudao people will not have enough spiritual power. Now there are still people who are fighting for spiritual power and become more restless.
Black gas rushed outwards from his skin, bursting out bumps on his surface. The dark air swam away quickly, the Xuanzang Taoist was full of blue muscles, and his face showed a painful look.
He trembled violently. On the one hand, the torture of the son of Yu, on the other hand, the spiritual power disappeared and the pain was repaired, and the tears in the corner of his eyes fell unconsciously.
Tears were cloudy.
Puppet spirits are getting faster and faster, and the power of the spiritual veins that have brought withered the Taoists has been absorbed, and the ninth spiritual vein in Ning Wufeng's body has begun to open up.
The spirit veins trembled softly, running through his spine, connecting all the previous eight spirit veins into one. The ninth vein is like the spine, and the other eight veins run through his hands, feet, head, chest, and other parts of his body.
The spiritual power in the room was quickly absorbed. The spiritual power in the body of the dead man is also continuously absorbed.
The first spiritual trick, the spiritual power poured out. Lingqiao is no different from Anlewo for the sons of the uncle, and has now been copied. The crippled son became fiercely agitated.
The spiritual know-how of the withering Taoist man trembled violently and was extremely unstable. If he was not careful, he might explode.
Nine turns to Ming Wang Jue!
Ning Wufeng knows the golden light of the Tao in the hands of the golden Yuanshen, who is submerged in the body of the dead Taoist.
Jin Guang did no harm to the sons of sons, but was able to soothe these restless sons of sons.
With a soft whistle, the fourth spiritual consciousness of Xuanzang Taoist was broken. There was a blood hole in his chest. However, the son of the cricket, who was originally entangled in the fourth spirit, died at a visible speed.
Xuan Kuo Taoist snorted, and Ning Wufeng shook his body, trembling, "Master, can you hold on?"
Scraping the bone to heal the wounds, the strong man broke his wrist. Only experienced people know how painful it is.
"Quick!" Xuan Kuo Taoist Shen Chen said, no longer hurrying time, the other cricket sons in his body will turn cocoon, and then there will really be no power back to heaven.
Presumably being turned into worms by these cricket sons, it is better to die. Might as well become a wasteful person, the rest of his life.
Ning nodded severely, and the casting of magical magic was faster. A number of spiritual powers submerged into his body, and the ninth spiritual pulse has formed with the naked eye.
There was a squeak, and the third miracle broke.
The two spirits were broken in succession, and the crippled son in Xuanzang Tao became more agitated. There seems to be a connection between them and they can feel threats from the outside world.
Jin Guang couldn't soothe the uncle's sons, they became more agitated. Even bigger sons of crickets started to make cocoons in advance. Wherever there is a cocoon of the crippled son, the spiritual veins of the Xuanzang Taoist people begin to solidify.
The solidified veins are as stiff as jade and are not under the control of the Xuanzang Taoist.
"Hurry!" Xuantao said in a muffled voice, and there was a puddle of water on the bed beneath him, all his sweat, and blood flowing from his chest.
"Yes!"
Ning Wufeng's spiritualization technique was also performed to the extreme, the eight pulses moved together, and even the ninth spiritual pulse that was about to take shape began to tremble with humming.
A huge stream of spiritual power is constantly immersed in Ning Wufeng's veins.
Buzz ...
Ning Wufeng was able to hear the buzzing sound from the body of Xuanzang Taoist. It seems that there are hundreds of sons of crickets who have begun to cocoon. The speed of turning cocoons is extremely fast, and a spiritual vein of the Xuantao Taoist has been completely jadeized.
There was a gurgling sound, and another soft sound, and the second Spiritual Art was broken. Without the supply of spiritual power, those cocooning sons were directly strangled in the veins.
The power of the veins continued to flow away, and the pain on the face of Xuanzang Tao people alleviated a lot.
There is one last spiritual trick.
Buzz ...
Actually, there is already a son of He who is about to break out of the cocoon. Ning Wufeng was almost predatory to absorb the spiritual power, and he was caught off guard. Changing cocoons and breaking cocoons are all a form.
However, once all the sons of the crickets emerged from the cocoon, the Xuanku Taoist would be like a sieve, and they would be punctured one by one by the force of the new life to let the crickets come out.
By that time, his life would be lost.
Ning Wufeng couldn't take care of it at this time either, and the puppetization spirit became faster and faster. Both hands were stuck on the back of Xuanzang Taoist.
The spiritual strength of the black man's body has diminished rapidly.
With a soft bang, the first son of Xuanming came out from the belly of Xuanku Taoist. The buzzing fluttered his wings, and Chao Ning flew without wind.
Ning Wufeng made a conscious move, and the spirit sword blasted out. With a click, he chopped down the flying child.
These things have a weak attack power, but they are as strong as incubators. In the blink of an eye, the second and third sons of crickets rushed out, but without exception, they were all chopped off by the spirit sword.
"Break me!" Ning Wufeng roared, and was covered with a thin layer of white light. The puppet spirit moved to the extreme, and his head was swollen.
With a stunned sound, the last dazzle was broken. Also, the cocoon son who had just broken the cocoon, but had not had time to drill out, was cut off the spiritual power instantly, and turned into a black gas, and it was scattered.
At this time, a powerful spiritual force rushed from all around and sank into Ning Wufeng's body.
The Ninth Spirit Vein!