Chapter 913

There was a golden bow in his hand, which song Ningyu recognized. It was once a bow used by Lihuang. Later, I didn't know where the bow went.

The bow was fast and powerful. It shot straight at Song Ningyu. A trace of panic flashed in Gong Zilin's cold eyes and turned around holding song Ningyu. The arrow went straight through Gong Zilin's left shoulder blade. The arrow had internal power and was highly toxic!

Song Ningyu killed the man with the silver needle at his fingertip! The man with the bow showed a touch of joy because he shot Gong Zilin. The next second, death met him.

The silver needle is nailed into the center of the eyebrow, and even the immortal can't return to heaven. Song Ningyu unexpectedly shakes her hundred in her small purse to dissolve. This powder can solve many poisons in the world. However, for Manduo flowers, her hundred dissolution is useless!

The fake patriarch sitting on the big chair outside the ancestral hall looked at the blood shed by Gong Zilin. A pair of black eyes were shining in an instant. It was the poison planted by mantuo flowers!

"Good! Good! Hahaha, the heaven is really helping me!" he stood up happily, and his face, which had recovered its old appearance, smiled extraordinarily in the sun!

Gong Zilin held song Ningyu, and his lips quickly turned black. Song Ningyu hurriedly fed him all the hundreds of flowers. He held Gong Zilin in his eyebrows and eyes in a panic, covered his black blood wound with one hand, and his heart was pulled into a ball.

"Ah Lin, hold on!" song Ningyu held Gong Zilin and sat on the ground. The silver needle at his fingertips flew out like rain. With a powerful internal force, seven people around him fell to the ground one after another. The silver needle passed through their eyebrows, and the silver needle was nailed to the door.

The fake clan leader looked at Song Ningyu and sneered: "the blossom of mantuo flower itself is a kind of Gu. If another female Gu is used as a guide, it will relapse! Do you think that a few broken herbs can remove the Gu poison!"

He took out a box from his arms. In the box lay a black insect the size of a cicada. The insect was shiny black in the sun, like a leech.

He looked at Song Ningyu. His eyes were cold. He took out a smell of incense and shook it on the insect. The insect was like beating chicken blood. Gong Zilin snorted and loosened song Ningyu. He lay on the ground with a black face!

The silver needle at Song Ningyu's fingertip ran through a strong internal force and killed the fake patriarch. The patriarch brushed his hand with disdain on his face. Song Ningyu's silver needle suddenly deviated more than half and broke through a large column on one side!

Gong Zilin was hurt and was poisoned again. Song Ningyu was like crazy. She stood up fiercely with her body on the ground and killed the fake clan leader with countless silver needles.

The powerful internal force was attached to the silver needle. The silver needle disappeared into the ancestral hall behind the false patriarch. The whole ancestral hall made a cluck sound, and then collapsed.

A copper plaque slammed down on the head of the false patriarch, and the scepter in the false patriarch's hand waved! The copper plaque split into two in an instant.

Song Ningyu saw the right time. A wooden hairpin engraved with Begonia pierced into the man's eyebrows. The man stared at Song Ningyu and couldn't believe it. Song Ningyu lost something to support her and fell to the ground with a bang. Gong Zilin lay on the ground with a black-and-white face.

The master of the holy doctor's Pavilion stepped down with an old man in the air. When he saw song Ningyu and Gong Zilin falling in a pool of blood, his heart jumped with surprise. He threw away the real patriarch, ran to song Ningyu, twisted his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter!"

Song Ningyu's other eye is bleeding. It belongs to Gong Zilin!

"Come on, help him!"

The master of the holy medicine Pavilion picked up a trace of blood on Gong Zilin's chest and smelled it. His eyebrows immediately frowned: "the weapon is smeared with highly toxic poison. There are poisonous insects in his body. Come on, press and hold his legs!"

Song Ningyu climbed to Gong Zilin's leg and pressed it. The master of the holy medical Pavilion began to take off his clothes. It was too troublesome to take off, so he simply tore it with a dagger.

The old patriarch, who looked very similar to the fake patriarch, walked to song Ningyu's side and looked at Song Ningyu. His eyes also overflowed with worry.

Gong Zilin's wound was black. The master of the holy medical Pavilion gave dozens of needles. The black didn't spread. A bug kept surging between the black wounds. It became crazy when it saw the poison!

The master of the holy medicine pavilion was sweating and holding the silver needle. He moved with the poisonous insects that turned fast in his body. Song Ningyu tightly clasped his legs and dared not neglect him.

The master of the holy doctor Pavilion started in an instant. A flat insect with little finger thickness like a leech was picked out. As soon as it fell on the ground, it began to climb desperately towards the pile of waste garbage. It was about looking for the mother, devouring it, and then replacing it!

The master of the holy doctor's Pavilion wiped the sweat on his head and said in a deep voice to the real Patriarch on the side: "I need medicinal materials. In addition, please send some more people and send a wheelchair."

The patriarch immediately nodded, pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and went out. There were not many people outside because there was a lot of movement in the ancestral hall.

People are easy to shout. As soon as they shout, they should come down and walk carefully into the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is a mess. The house where the ancestral tablets were originally placed has completely collapsed. The people are frightened. The patriarch said to the people in a deep voice: "someone wants to assassinate me. Fortunately, these three saved me, so I can get away and quickly send them to the best East Pavilion! Remember, we must use the best medicine!"

They nodded one after another, took a stretcher to carry Gong Zilin, and hurried to the East Pavilion, which is the place where the most distinguished guests can live.

When people were all gone, song Ningyu looked up and finally looked forward to a slightly short wheelchair. Dragon snake took the opportunity to seize the opportunity and got into song Ningyu's arms. It spit out letters and made a faint sound.

Song Ningyu was not in the mood to figure out its meaning. He patted the head of the dragon and snake in the stunned expression: "ah Lin is badly hurt. Don't make trouble and be good."

The White Snake ran out of the wheelchair with an unhappy face and ran murderously towards the ancestral hall. The man lying in front of the ancestral hall pulled out the tiles pressed on his body. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a white snake spitting a scarlet letter staring at him.

Before his hand moved, the White Snake spewed a venom into his eyes! Then wrapped around his neck, the fake patriarch didn't even make a sound, completely lost his breath.

The little white snake proudly raised his head and hummed. He glanced at the big and small poisonous insects fighting in the box. The little white snake hummed coldly. It was this thing that nearly killed the male master!

It pressed its tail down towards the two insects, and there were only two pools of blood left.

The little white snake chased song Ningyu's breath and ran over.