"Don't worry, little benefactor, the old monk won't talk nonsense!"
Facing Chen Feng's doubts, old monk Long Qi shook his head slightly.
"Old monk, I have also heard a thing or two about the little benefactor's sister's condition. If there are ancient Buddha relics to help her, it shouldn't be difficult to recover!"
Chen Feng frowned and pondered for a moment, then stared at the other person intently.
"If you say nothing, how can I believe that what you say is true? Or, take out the ancient Buddha relics now!"
The old monk vowed: "The relics are being enshrined in the temple, and it is really difficult to take them out at the moment! However, the old monk can guarantee in the name of Xiangfo Temple that as long as you let them go, the relics will be presented later!"
"Haha, so to speak, nothing can be guaranteed!" Chen Feng smiled disdainfully, becoming suspicious of the old monk's words again.
However, in order for his sister to recover as soon as possible, even if there is a glimmer of hope, he does not want to give up!
"Well, since you can't take out the relic immediately, the conditions will naturally be reduced by half, so let's keep this guy alive for the time being! As for that old dog, he will definitely die today!"
While speaking, he raised his hand, and the blue short spear in his hand was like an arrow from the string, and in the blink of an eye it flew to the Huangxian Ancestor.
Neither Old Monk Long Qi nor Ancestor Huang Xian expected that Chen Feng would strike suddenly, and it was already too late to stop or dodge him.
Pfft...
Following the sound of bone and flesh being torn apart, the short spear passed directly between Huangxian Ancestor's eyebrows without missing a beat, leaving a hole the size of a baby's fist.
The head is the most important and most fatal part of a person. Even a god would have a hard time surviving such a fatal blow.
Huangxian Ancestor's eyes widened, showing strong unwillingness, and his body slowly fell down with the rapid loss of vitality.
"Donor, you are... alas!"
The old monk couldn't stop him in time. Looking at the completely dead old dog, he couldn't help but sigh.
If you look carefully, you can't see the slightest hint of sadness in his eyes.
Seeing this scene, Venerable Night Wolf trembled in horror, his eyes full of fear, and his face became even paler.
But immediately, a layer of black mist quickly appeared on the pale face, but the poison had already spread.
As the saying goes, the older and the higher the status, the more afraid of death.
This old dog was no exception. Seeing the tragic death of his old friend and sensing the arrival of the poison, he was so frightened that he almost lost his wits. He no longer looked as strong as before.
Facing the pleading voice, the old monk sighed again and turned to look at Chen Feng!
"Little donor, should I let him go now?"
Now that the matter was over, Chen Feng didn't insist on anything anymore and waved to the little white snake.
The little snake nodded humanely, biting the mouth tightly on the wound and sucked in hard. The black poison that spread out quickly receded like a tide, and was taken back again.
After doing all this, the little snake's tail swung quickly and flew onto Chen Feng's shoulder.
"Thank you for that before!"
Chen Feng reached out and stroked the little guy's head, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes.
He already knew what happened when his inner demon was aroused and went into a violent state before when he woke up.
If the little thing hadn't taken action in time, he would have been trapped in a violent state forever and would have been unable to extricate himself!
Compared with before, the little guy's intelligence has improved a lot again.
At the critical moment, he actually tore off a fibrous root of dragon ginseng to help him suppress the chaotic atmosphere in his body and return to normal.
Now he realizes more and more that it is wise to keep small things with him.