One hundred and fifty-eight chapters the most arrogant calf
The three silver needles held by Li Qiuzi caused cold sweat to break out on the backs of Zhao Lijun and Su He who were standing behind them. The two of them even couldn't help but take two steps back. It was a kind of instinctive and latent fear.
These three silver needles are one of Longhu Mountain's mountain-holding magic tools. They are called soul-refining and bone-eating needles. You can tell from the name that these three silver needles are pretty tall. They are both soul-refining and bone-eating needles.
Bone-gnawing things usually represent extremely vicious things in martial arts novels.
As the name suggests, this thing is indeed quite domineering!
No one knows where the soul-refining bone-eating needle came from. It has been passed down in Longhu Mountain for a long time. Even the leaders of recent generations may not know its origin and age.
Originally, the soul-refining bone-eating needle was used to exorcise ghosts and demons. When the silver needle pricks the spirit of the evil spirit, it will not make it disappear, but will absorb its soul into the needle. It is said that the silver needle is filled with magic from the eighteen levels of hell.
There are several major punishment circles, and any soul that enters them will be punished and refined.
No one knows what it feels like to suffer the punishments of several hells, because those who are pierced by silver needles and whose souls enter them eventually die, but there is a process of death. Each time a silver needle is pierced, it will suffer forty-nine times.
Heaven, the three needles last for a total of 147 days. During these 147 days, you have to bear the pain of soul-eating and bone-refining all the time. Your soul will not be completely refined until more than 100 days have passed.
Wang Kunlun came from Longhu Mountain, so he naturally knew this thing. Even before he betrayed Longhu Mountain, he went down the mountain twice with silver needles to drive away ghosts and demons. I'm afraid no one here knows more about these three silver needles than him.
horrible.
Wang Kunlun smiled very interestingly. Not long ago, he moved the muzzle of his gun away from the disciples of Longhu Mountain, but not long after, the people of Longhu Mountain actually wanted to use the punishment of soul-eating and bone-refining on him. He drank and pecked
The fate between them is so fucking bloody.
Li Qiuzi said pitifully: "Kunlun, whether you choose to have your head cut off by me or to have these three silver needles pierced by me is up to you in a single thought. I only give you three breaths to think about it."
The middle-aged man surnamed Xue frowned and asked Zhao Lijun beside him: "It looks quite bluffing, is it useful?"
Zhao Lijun said: "When you put a gun to Wang Kunlun's head, did you see his expression change?"
"Wang Kunlun, I can't stand it." Su Ho shook his head, turned around, walked to a tree in the back and sat down cross-legged.
"Kunlun, you really don't want to tell me? Do you have to use my family method?" Li Qiuzi asked with a smile.
Wang Kunlun was happy, and squinted his eyes and said to him: "Fuck, Li Qiuzi, why the hell are you using this deep mountain and old forest as a causeway? You are the one who takes the lead, and you still tell me the family law. If I were in Longhu Mountain,
If you don't rebel, you're just a fool. If I leave, you'll be like a Nanbo. Remember this... As long as you see me, stay half a cent short of the curb and talk to me.
You have forgotten how I cut you on the mountain."
"Don't play with me about reminiscing about the past, Kunlun. Times have changed now." Li Qiuzi was scolded by Wang Kunlun and was still tepid, but the silver needle in his hand rushed to stab him between the eyebrows.
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"Gansanai, this is..." Xiang Que suddenly came out of the forest with his hands behind his back, followed by Wang Xuanzhen who seemed to have the word "dry stool" written on his face.
The middle-aged man surnamed Xue frowned, and immediately raised the Type 92 gun in his hand and pointed it at Xiang Que. Several other people looked over with vigilance. The three people who suddenly appeared made everyone think that they might be
Wang Kunlun's associate.
Zhao Lijun and Su He did not expect to meet Xiang Que here.
"Xiang Que? Why are you here?" Zhao Lijun asked in shock.
Xiang Que was also quite surprised and asked: "Li Jun? Miss Su? Why did I meet you here?"
Xiang Que's surprise was really not fake. He really didn't expect to meet Zhao Lijun and Su He here. It must not be because of the two of them that his line of cause and effect was affected, because although the three of them had crossed paths, they were not involved in cause and effect.
It was purely a coincidence.
Xiang Que glanced at Wang Kunlun on the ground, and suddenly walked up to them warmly and started chatting. Zhao Lijun waved to Liu Kun's men and said, "We know each other, don't be nervous."
Su Ho narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where's Qing Dao? Why aren't you with me?"
"The IQ is not very good and he can't keep up with our pace. He can only do some logistics work. The technical and practical skills are too poor." Xiang Queniubi said coaxingly.
"What you said has lowered the standard of our Maoshan." Zhao Lijun then asked: "Xiang Que, why did you come here?"
"A friend has been poisoned by someone. I came to the Miao Village to see if I can find a way to solve it." Xiang Que pursed his lips and said, "That's a nearby villager who is quite familiar with the Miao Village and is leading the way for us."
, I didn’t expect to meet you here, what’s wrong? It seems like there’s a bit of trouble?”
The middle-aged man surnamed Xue, who was a little suspicious at first, put down the gun in his hand. Lao Li was dressed in rags and looked like a nearby mountain villager. Wang Xuanzhen had been tortured quite miserably in the past few days, and he looked like a man who had been tortured by life in a mountain village.
The grumbling fat man, neither of them had any toughness at all, and their grades were completely incompatible with Wang Kunlun's. Xiang Que was the only one who couldn't tell the difference, but it obviously didn't matter anymore.
Xiang Que took out a cigarette, lit it for himself with a "pop" sound, then turned to look at the man lying on the ground and asked curiously: "Who is this? What did you do to get rid of him in such a big battle?"
It’s not a human thing, but he dug up someone’s ancestral grave?”
"Fuck, this nagging is so fucking heartless." Wang Xuanzhen rolled his eyes, walked up to the young man from Longhu Mountain, looked at the big bump on his face, and asked blankly: "Brother, what are you...
··How about body art? Why are they all dressed up like this?"
"Forget it, I accidentally hit a hornet's nest while walking," the other party said sadly, covering his face.
"Isn't the hornet's nest hanging on the tree? You don't take the ordinary path?" Wang Xuanzhen asked confused.
"Maybe this swarm of wasps is afraid of heights. It moved down from the tree and I bumped into it," the other party said shyly.
Wang Xuanzhen was speechless. He had never heard of people with wings being afraid of heights.
Zhao Lijun said beside Xiang Que: "He is Wang Kunlun, have you heard of him?"
"Wang Kunlun? You must have heard it." Xiang Que kicked Wang Kunlun lying on the ground and asked with a smile: "You are the most powerful gangster in the Yin and Yang world of Feng Shui? Why do you let people do this?
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Wang Kunlun said arrogantly: "The tiger fell on Pingyang."
"Hey, you are Auntie Rong's disciple? You still prick someone with a needle, and you are looking at me very much." Xiang Que pointed at the silver needle in Li Qiuzi's hand and said, "Does it hurt if it pricks someone?"
Li Qiuzi said impatiently: "You are a friend of Li Jun, so go over and talk to him. We have something to do, can you please stop making trouble?"