The green-robed ancestor ignored Qiao Ling'er's words and continued to kick Ximen Lang into the air one after another. It looked so weird. Ximen Lang's body kept rising and falling, and then slowly became stiff.
, when the green-robed ancestor kicked the seventeenth kick, Ximen Lang's body seemed to turn into a stick and fell vertically from the air.
Suddenly, the green-robed ancestor kicked out his eighteenth kick. What was different from the previous kick was that this kick was particularly powerful and the angle was a little tilted. Ximen Lang shot diagonally into the air and flew straight up to a height of more than ten meters.
When it reached the center of the courtyard, it fell straight down like a wooden stake.
It seemed as if it was pierced into the soil, up to the knees, which shocked Xiao Muqing, Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er and screamed. They were secretly wondering what spell the old monk cast on Xiaolang to make his body become what it is now.
A posture that doesn't even bend?
The green-robed ancestor rushed over and jumped into the air. When he fell, he waved out his huge palm and slapped Ximen Lang's head violently. After a muffled sound, he drove Ximen Lang's body into it as if he were hitting a wooden wedge.
About half a foot in the soil, at this time, the soil reached the roots of Ximen Lang's legs.
Qiao Ling'er turned her head and asked distressedly: "Senior sister, what is he doing? Is he trying to nail Xiaolang into the soil?"
Gan Ninglian was also puzzled by the old monk's behavior, and could only say helplessly: "I don't know either, just don't say anything, let's see what he does."
The ancestor of the green robe slapped Ximen Lang's head one after another. His palms were like heavy hammers. With each slap, Ximen Lang's body burrowed deeper into the soil. Gradually, the soil covered his waist and even his chest. Green Robe
The ancestor knelt down and continued to slap. After taking nine palms, poor Ximenlang seemed to be buried alive. The whole part below the neck was in the soil, with only one head still exposed on the ground, which looked like a head growing on the ground.
melon.
Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er were even more surprised. They thought to themselves, this is not healing, it is clearly a living person. Can this old monk heal? If Xiaolang has some shortcomings under his raging, he will never forgive him.
If you kill him, he must pay with his life!
The two women had the same thoughts, and there was a hint of murderous intent in their bright eyes. Even though they looked like flowers and jade, they were from the Ghost Sect, and they were ruthless characters who killed people without blinking an eye. If Ximen Lang couldn't wake up.
, they will swarm up and kill the old monk.
Hong Jiao glanced sideways at the two of them, as if she had seen through their thoughts, and snorted coldly: "Why, these two little girls have murderous intentions, do they still want to touch my old man? I know you two are good at martial arts, if
There may be some chance of winning against me, a disabled old woman, together, but trying to kill my old man is no different from hitting an egg with an egg against a stone. You two had better be smarter."
The two girls were shocked, this woman is so powerful, she can actually see through our thoughts, how evil!
Gan Ninglian hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, we don't have that idea."
Hong Jiao said coldly: "I don't care whether you have evil intentions or not, but I would like to advise you to be honest and don't play any tricks, otherwise this courtyard will be your burial place."
Gan Ninglian said in a soft tone: "No, we will never play tricks." Although her face was as calm as water, she cursed bitterly in her heart: Let's wait and see, if Xiaolang can't wake up, I will not only kill him
Old monk, kill this woman as well!
Xiao Muqing bit her lip with her snow-white teeth, watching everything that happened in front of her heartbrokenly. Every time the green-robed ancestor kicked Xiaolang, her heart felt a sharp pain, and the pain was almost unbearable.
The green-robed ancestor in the center of the courtyard stepped on the ground with his toes, jumped into the air with his tall body, turned somersaults at a height of seven or eight meters above the ground, and fell down. When he was about to hit the ground, he stretched out his right arm and slapped Ximen Lang on the shoulder with his palm.
The Tianling cover was placed on it, and then it stopped moving, taking on the independent posture of an upside-down golden rooster, with its body standing in the air, forming a straight line with the underground Ximenlang.
Gradually, the exposed skin of the green-robed ancestor Luo turned faintly red, and the color gradually deepened. After more than ten minutes, his arms, hands, and face all turned a strange bright red. This was the number one in the legend of the world.
Evil martial arts, blood lust demonic skills.
The green-robed ancestor back then was clearly a demon-like figure. In order to master the blood-lust demonic art and dominate the world, he killed many innocent people and absorbed their blood to temper this extremely powerful evil art. Until he later encountered
The martial arts genius Zhang Xiaofeng was repeatedly frustrated and finally became delirious. He was imprisoned on the Death Beach of the Haignan Kingdom for many years. He finally achieved enlightenment and became the old monk who lives in peace with the world.
Red mist continuously poured out from the palm of the green-robed ancestor, and was injected into his body through the Baihui point on Ximen Lang's head. In an instant, a faint red color appeared on Ximen Lang's face, which merged with the original iron green, making it look even weirder.
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Only at this moment did Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er truly believe that the one-armed old monk had indeed healed their sweetheart. However, the other party's behavior was so shocking that it was hard to believe. However, at least there was a glimmer of hope for the two girls.
He stared at Ximen Lang's face very nervously, feeling uneasy.
Seeing how much they cared about Xiaolang, Wen Ziling sighed in her heart. No need to ask, this wanderer must be showing off his love for others outside. Alas, brats are good at everything, but they are so horny!
Like a soft willow branch, Wen Ziling bent down and said softly: "It will take a long time to heal the wounds. Get up. There is no need to kneel here." Then, she helped the two girls up without resistance. "Xiao
Girl, please get up too." She helped Xiao Muqing, whose face was full of worry, up again.
Ximen Lang, whose body was buried in the soil, still had his eyes closed, and his face was getting redder and redder. It had completely covered up the original livid color and turned into a bright red. Even the ground around him shook slightly, as if something small had happened.
magnitude earthquake.
Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er's hands were tightly clasped together, their palms full of sweat. Xiao Muqing stared at them intently. Wen Ziling's hands were tightly holding the hem of her skirt, and the girls felt particularly nervous.
Only Hong Jiao's face remained the same as before, because she believed that her husband would be able to save her apprentice. The green-robed ancestor was a god-like existence in her mind, and she had no doubts about it.
Time passed quietly in silence, and more than two hours passed.
The right hand of the green-robed ancestor is still patting Ximen Lang's head, injecting red mist into the disciple's body. If you observe carefully, you can see that the color of the three-meter-diameter soil around Ximen Lang has become darker, as if he has drawn a