The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Le Ning took a breath, endured the numbness in his hands and quickly pulled Song Bai away.

Song Bai seemed to have been hit by something, and he covered his face and rolled on the spot, "It hurts! What is this thing!!"

Le Ning held Song Bai, who was howling in pain, and pulled away his hand covering his face. Seeing the scene under his hand, he couldn't help but gasped.

Song Bai has good facial features, in order to trick a beautiful wife back home, he usually takes care of his face very carefully, the pores and acne pits that ordinary boys have are useless.

But now from half of his forehead to his eyes to the right half of his face, there is a whole piece of blood and flesh, as if someone had forcibly peeled off the skin on his face. Inhuman things.

Song Bai didn't dare to move, his face was so hot that he couldn't bear the pain, and he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of dragging the pain.

He was gasping for breath in pain, and asked Le Ning humbly, "How...how?"

Le Ning looked at the gray and unlucky on Song Bai's flesh, his rare face was a little dark,

Just as he was about to investigate further, the evil spirit pierced by the golden thread behind him moved slowly and slightly.

Heisha's move just now was extremely powerful, but it also killed [-] enemies and lost [-], and the evil spirit around the two people directly shrunk by half.

But it still had enough strength, while Le Ning was looking at Song Bai, and when the empty door was wide open with his back to it, he moved quietly, and quickly pulled out a scythe from the abdominal cavity with his backhand.

The evil spirit of the giant scythe condensed, and the blade was covered with a red light like blood.

Heisha was extremely fast, and as soon as the scythe came out, it immediately slashed towards Le Ning's back.

The blood light reflected the icy moonlight and struck the gold thread, and the evil-clearing line, which was designed to overcome the evil spirit, unexpectedly stopped strangely, and turned into nothingness out of thin air!

Song Bai was startled, his heart almost jumped out, "Be careful!!"

As soon as Song Bai's face changed, Le Ning knew something was wrong, so he turned his head quickly.

It was too late, the blade kept coming, and it was in front of us in a blink of an eye.

The blood-red blade magnified rapidly in Le Ning's pupils, and it was about to hit him.

Whoosh!

As soon as Qianjun fired, a streamer of wood-colored light swished over, piercing through the evil spirit with incomparable precision.

The streamer was engulfed in black and evil, galloping and flying, and nailed to the tree beside the cemetery with a sound.

Looking closely, the wood-colored streamer turned out to be a handle.

The wooden handle of the evil lamp.

The thumb-thick handle only has a small end, and the rest is submerged into the thick tree trunk, firmly nailing the evil spirit to the tree.

Le Ning turned his head to look at Wen Xingzhi in disbelief, he even kept throwing the handle.

Song Bai looked at the wooden pole submerged in the tree trunk, couldn't help swallowing, and was so shocked that he almost forgot the wound on his face.

He thought that Le Ning was violent enough, but he didn't expect that there was a more terrifying one here!

Wooden poles pierce trees, is this the power that humans can possess!

With a sullen face, Wen Xingzhi walked towards the tree.

The impaled evil spirit kept rustling, as if trembling all over.

As Wen Xingzhi got closer, it trembled more and more. It was a kind of fear engraved deep in the soul.

When Wen Xingzhi stood in front of him, the fear value of the evil spirit reached its peak. Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes and six eyes, the evil spirit suddenly exploded with a bang.

Le Ninghuo got up and was about to help Wen Xingzhi, but saw the blasted evil spirit swept by the wind and disappeared without a trace. On the tree trunk where the evil spirit was originally nailed, there was only a cold stone tablet left.

"Escaped?" Le Ning walked over quickly, staring at the hard stone tablet,

The combat power is not good, but the escape is first-class, and it really is a coward.

Wen Xingzhi stretched out his fingers and squeezed them together in the air, pulling out the last ray of evil spirit that hadn't dissipated.

The light, evil spirit fell on Runbai's hands, like rough ink falling on the snow.

Twirling his white fingers, the black evil spirit disappeared in the air, Wen Xingzhi looked indifferent, "This stone tablet is its borrowed body, not its real body."

Le Ning was a little surprised, "This thing can still play tricks?"

The two were discussing, when suddenly there was a howl of pain from behind,

"I'm talking about you!" Song Bai covered his face and howled, Wen Xingzhi turned his head, his eyes shifted to him, he shrank his neck involuntarily, and his voice immediately dropped a few degrees.

Who wouldn't be afraid of piercing the thick tree surrounded by a wooden pole with one hand.

Song Baisi said, "You... just look at me."

His face was in pain, and he had already tried several methods, from special medicines to relieve pain and stop bleeding, to runes and papers to suppress evil spirits, and even the Requiem Bell.

It's useless, he's going to die of pain.

Le Ning came back and squatted in front of Song Bai, feeling that Song Bai was unlucky enough, so he traced his face from the air, "You may be... God's punishment."

"What the hell?" Song Bai almost jumped up.

Not to mention Song Bai, Le Ning himself felt incredible.

Scourge, the severe punishment of the power of heaven and earth, generally only targets monks.

The power of heaven and earth nourishes all things, and monks use the power of heaven and earth, such as aura, to cast spells. Therefore, when the power of heaven and earth reverses and harms too many creatures, they will be condemned by heaven.

To a monk, being condemned by God is not just a sore on the top of the head and pus on the feet that ordinary people swear casually. It will actually happen. Even the soul will be torn apart.

But generally speaking, the scourge is to restrain powerful monks or spirits, as for Song Bai...

Le Ning glanced at the man who was crying in pain.

To be honest, it's not that he looks down on Song Bai, he has no merits and no strength, and a hundred of them should not be punished for doing evil.

Wen Xingzhi was also looking at Song Bai, but what Le Ning was looking at was why Song Bai was condemned by God, but what he was looking at was Song Bai's flesh and blood.

Bright red blood, rich aura, thick merit, and an extremely familiar smell.

No wonder he sensed...

No wonder you will be condemned by God if you do anything casually.

Wen Xingzhi stared at the flesh and blood on Song Bai's face, and walked up slowly after a long while, his expression flickering.

Le Ning couldn't help but glance at the people next to him. In fact, Wen Xingzhi is the one who is most likely to be punished by the heavens.

But after thinking about it, he felt that Wen Xingzhi should never have been hit by the scourge of the sky. The scourge of the sky ate away the bones and soul, and the pain was so light that he rolled all over the ground.

"Mr. Wen, what's the matter with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Xingzhi turned his head, met Shang Le Ning's concerned eyes, pondered for a moment, and finally said nothing, only gestured to Song Bai who was writhing in pain,

"Have you ever dealt with this?"

If the kid has no choice, he can only use his method.

It's just that his method is directed at the soul body, and the flesh/mortal body may not be able to withstand it.

"Yes, yes." Le Ning observed Song Bai's wound,

"But the scourge of God is serious, and if you don't pay attention, you will kill someone. I don't know how much Young Master Song is willing to spend to save his life?"

"What do you mean?"

Song Bai covered his face, he didn't know whether he should be shocked that he was condemned by heaven, or should be shocked that Le Ning took advantage of others' danger and asked for money.

Le Ning looked indifferent, "Didn't you just say that we can't lose us?"

The scourge corrodes so fast that before it was only a layer of skin, but now the cheekbones and nose are almost boneless.

This is a scourge, a thing that may prevent people from being reincarnated if they are not careful.

Song Bai stared at Le Ning for a long time, then gritted his teeth, "One million."

Le Ning was indifferent, "What about the money you promised?"

Song Bai's eyes were about to pop out, "200 million!"

Le Ning tilted his head, looking calm, "Isn't there no money? The price is up to us?"

It's all about Song Bai's arrogance to buy a lamp before.

Song Bai was going to die of anger, "400 million!"

Le Ning clapped his hands, "Deal, young master is generous."

He rolled up his sleeves, "How many talisman papers?"

The 100 is a joy to shout, but if you want to give it out in real money, it hurts to death thinking about it, Song Bai really wants to beat himself to death.

He gestured feebly to his backpack. "have……"

Le Ning was also polite, reached out and grabbed Song Bai's backpack, opened it, and found that it was full.

Writing brushes, inkstones, French bells, mahogany swords, and even the most common and basic cinnabar and talisman papers are all consecrated, worthy of being the second generation of rich;

Recalling Song Bai's operation of buying lamps for 20 yuan, Le Ning probably knows how this backpack spirit treasure came about.

He has no spiritual power, knows no spells, and wants to become a warlock for no reason, so he can only rely on spending money.

This is probably the legend that there are too many stationery for poor students.

I don't know how much the young master spent unjustly.