"He is doing a yin method, using his own blood as bait to sacrifice blood to the yin spirits. According to shamanism, it is called a ghost." Wang Laodao said.

"Ah, is that what we Northeasterners call the Great Dancer? Changbai Mountain is full of lonely ghosts. What kind of fun can he attract?"

"That's not necessarily true. Our Changbai Mountain is a spiritual mountain. Most of the Five Immortals practice in the mountain. No matter what ghosts he captures, his vitality will definitely be severely damaged. He did it with all his strength." Nalanhong said.

Tong Jiefang's head drooped, and his whole body was listless. Because of the excessive blood loss, there was no color at all. His body fell limply to the ground, foaming at the mouth and his whole body was shaking. At first glance, he thought he was really having a convulsion.

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"It's over. It seems like we didn't get any interesting responses. Does this mean we were attacked?" We actually seemed to be sitting back and watching the fun. It was our first time seeing this kind of evil method, and we forgot to strike first.

"Hey, what are you all standing around looking at? Time, time! It's already 5 o'clock, and it will be dawn in a while, but we haven't seen the real treasure yet! What are you talking to him about? I'll kill him.

Forget it!" But the rat was more serious and hurriedly reminded us.

Nalan Hong's eyes widened, and he rushed forward with a golden dragon stick and a loud shout. He didn't bother to use these modern firearms. Facing this shaman, he wanted to tell him that his successor, Yehenala, was Wen Tao.

His military strategy is superior to that of other heroes, and his abilities are unparalleled in the world. Even if he enlists the help of earthly immortals, he cannot change this fact.

The golden dragon-coiled stick was extremely heavy, and with Nalanhong's internal strength, if he hit it with enough force, his brain would burst and blood would splatter on the spot. Nalanhong had no intention of giving in to him.

, the golden silk dragon stick hanging on the ground buzzed with the wind and reached Tong Jiefang's head in the blink of an eye.

When the two girls were covering their eyes and couldn't bear to watch this bloody scene, they suddenly saw Tong Jiefang opened his eyes and jumped up from the ground. This old man was also over fifty years old. He didn't expect that his movements were so agile. He turned over and dodged directly.

I got Nalanhong’s Panlong Stick.

The golden silk dragon stick hit the ground, causing the Qing Dynasty Dragon Vein to sway slightly, and a big hole was made in the whole ground. Even Mouse and I praised Nalan Hong for being really ferocious and unusually strong. But instead

In other words, with such great power and speed, Tong Jiefang was able to avoid it, which shows that he has not completely lost his mind.

At this time, Tong Jiefang's eyes were full of white eyes, and those eyes stared at Nalan Hong on one side with a strange and fierce light. He grinned and stretched out his hand to hold the golden thread tightly.

On the other end of the Panlong Stick, Nalanhong didn't take him seriously. When it came to strength, he thought he could not lose to anyone. He used both arms to lift Tong Jiefang directly and throw him away.

, but never thought that he would push hard and Tong Jiefang would also push down hard. The two of them were fighting each other for a while, and it was hard to tell the winner.

"No, the little devil Tong Jia has recruited is no ordinary evil creature. Nalanhong underestimates his opponent too much. Miss Haiyue, don't hesitate to help him!" Wang Laodao saw the trick but did not take action himself.

Nan Haiyue also restrained her temperament after following Nalan Hong. Men all have dignity, especially a self-righteous handsome guy like Na Lanhong who is not willing to let women step in to help, so whenever there is danger, he will fight alone and never give in.
Chapter completed!