Chapter 698: Poisonous word

No one thought that Qin Lang would actually shoot Sauran.
To be precise, everyone thought that Qin Lang did not dare to shoot on Solang, including Solang himself.
The old Lama of Suolang’s cultivation is unpredictable. This is undoubted. If Qin Lang is a little bit sensible, he can’t do this kind of egg-like stone. Moreover, the Lama has said that he does not want Qin Lang and others. Life. Therefore, Qin Lang really does not have a desperate reason.
For Wu Caiyun, she thought that Qin Lang, a selfish and self-interested guy, would not take risks, but she did not expect Qin Lang to be so kind, and dare to challenge this mysterious Soul Lama.
Suddenly, Wu Caiyun's impression of Qin Lang changed a lot.
Only the next moment, Wu Caiyun can only worry about the life and death of Qin Lang.
Because Qin Lang just stepped into the realm of inner interest, she really couldn't help but know what Qin Lan had and the old lama of Solang. With these poisonous insects alone, Qin Lang seems to have little chance of winning.
For Qin Lang, this is not only an adventure, it is simply gambling.
But he knows that he has to gamble on this, because he has just entered the inner realm through his enlightenment, both in spirit and strength, at his peak. In this case, he should be looking for a frame without fear. In fact, Qin Lang is also planning this. Who knows, suddenly an unpredictable Solang, if only by Solang, Qin Lang will retreat, then Qin Lang's heart will always plant the shadow of failure, and the progress of martial arts will be very slow in the future. Therefore, Qin Lang decisively shot to Solang, although he did not have a little grasp.
In fact, Wu Caiyun thinks that Qin Lang is also self-interested. The reason why Qin Lang’s shot to Solang is not for the sake of national justice, but for his own martial arts practice. In other respects, Qin Lang can not care, but in the martial arts practice, he will never allow anyone to delay his progress.
As for Qin Lang, this shot was used as gambling. It was because he gambled that the Lao Lama would not be personally shot, so Qin Lang’s goal was actually the servant behind Solang, the old lama who had hit Huang Chong.
In Qin Lang's view, Solang's self-confidence is inevitably not going to be personally with Qin Lang, and as an old lama of servants, of course, this time should take the initiative. Otherwise, what is a qualified servant?
"court death--"
Sure enough, Solang did not shoot Qin Lang, his servant started, and one shot is the big handprint of the black sky, apparently preparing to kill Qin Lang.
The lama's black-and-white handprint was not weaker than Qubu Duoji, and it was like a giant black bergamot pressing down to Qin Lang, seemingly to erase all the vitality of Qin Lang.
At this moment, Qin Lang raised his hand, turned his palm, quickly formed a handprint, and then took a palm out, actually it was a handprint.
"what!"
Both Solang and Kungong could not help but surprise.
The big handprint of the Black Heaven is one of the scholastics of Tantrics. It has never been taught to outsiders, and there is no such thing as the spirit of the Tantric practice. The black-and-white handprints cannot be made at all. How can this yellow-haired boy be a big handprint?
Of course, both Solang and Kungong will not worry about this old lama, because the old lama’s black-and-big handprint has been working for decades. Qinlang’s kid is practicing from the mother’s womb, and certainly not the old one.工具
The old lama himself, of course, would not believe that Qin Lang’s black and big handprints were more powerful than him, not to mention the old lama is a master of Wu Xuan’s level, and Qin Lang is only a realm in the district.
Peng!
The black and white handprints of the two collided together.
Qin Lang was shaken back a few steps to stabilize his body shape, but the old lama was still moving.
"Good boy!"
The old lama snorted. He thought that he would repair his own martial arts. This time he could shock Qin Lang, at least he could also reinvent Qin Lang, but unexpectedly, this kid was only a few steps back from the earthquake. The blood didn't spurt out, which made the old lama feel a little wrong. In addition, when the two were in the fight, the old lama felt that his instinct seemed to be absorbed by the kid's palm. However, as Wu Xuanqiang, this old lama certainly will not put Qin Lang in his eyes, sneer, "Your black and big handprints are like a decent, but unfortunately still tender, and you dare to steal my Tantrics, then It’s sin to die! So, you are ready to die!

"Old Lama, you don't pretend. Will you die? Do you think you can still shoot?" Qin Lang sneered, his eyes staying on the palm of the old lama.
The black day big handprint, only in the moment of the hand, the palm will become a poisonous black, but at this moment, the old lama has not yet shot, but the palm has turned black.
The old lama noticed this and subconsciously took up the robe and saw that the black gas of the palm was spreading rapidly, and his entire arm actually began to darken.

How could this be?
The old lama couldn’t figure out why.
Although the black handprint is the poisonous palm of the Tantrics, it is indeed a very high level of effort. It hurts people not to hurt themselves. The practitioners themselves will not be poisoned by poison. But now, this old lama is poisoned. How can he not be scared?
This is like "the falcon has been blinked by the eagle all day", so that the old lama could not accept it for a time. Of course, no matter whether he accepts or not, poisoning is a fact, so he desperately urges the infuriating gas to suppress this poisonous gas, but it is useless. The situation is similar to that of Kungong.
"By!"
The Lama of Solang also saw that the old lama had gone out of his way, and he also took the opportunity to make a decision. A handprint of the Tantra was on the arm of the old lama. But the result is the same as Kungong, although his Tantric handprint suppressed the poison gas, but still paid the price of an arm.
"Ha ha!~"
Huang Chong couldn't help but laugh at this time. "Old Lama, I didn't expect you to have poisoned! I lost one hand and watched how you used the bird's handprint, ah haha~"
Huang Chong smiled a few times and soon couldn’t laugh because he felt the murderousness around him.
Because the old Lama of Solang is obviously killing Qin Lang.
"Young people, you are too mad." Solang's voice is very calm, but calm as cold as the cold ice of the ages. "Before this seat left you a life, just because this seat roughly guessed you. The origins, so I don't want to kill you, but you dare to swear in front of you, but you are really looking for death!"
"Hey, so you just wanted to kill me. The reason why I let me go because you guessed my origins?" Qin Lang said, "Old Lama, what do you think I am from?"
"The word of poison has long since disappeared. I don't think you as a descendant. You don't know how to keep your eyes. It's so mad. It seems that your enthusiasm has been exhausted. Let this seat completely obliterate it." Solang pointed out the origin of Qin Lang.