Juvenile Medical God

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"Master you -" Qin Lang looked a little panicked.

"Come here!" The old monk reached out and stretched his arm. He grabbed Qin Lang's shoulder and smiled. "I didn't say it. This is my chance. When the locust in my head died, I was relieved. I have completely controlled this body. Moreover, my body poison can make me a double repair and a further improvement! And you - your body is so special, of course, it is a good material for practicing poison. Will you let you go with this seat?"

The name of this old monk changed from "barren" to "the seat", just like a wolf in sheep's clothing finally revealed his heart.

"This old monk is really not a good class!"

Qin Lang thought in his heart, and then calmly said to the old monk, "I saved you, but you want to catch me, but also use me as a material for practice? The Buddha's people, actually enmity."

"This seat is a Buddha's ancestor. Buddhism is committed to the world, especially the evil demon outside of you. Naturally, it should be better! You are in a strange poison, obviously a demon outsider. If you can use it for this seat, That can be regarded as your merits. If your seat is sanctified after ri, your soul will naturally be over-extended." The old monk had a big sense of ambiguity, his hands clasped together, and he announced a Buddha.

At this time, the old monk regained control of the body. With his cultivation as the realm, Qin Lang naturally exists like an ant.

"Oh, I am very poisonous, that is the evil demon outside? Then you, you are not a poison." Qin Lang smiled.

"There is a Dharma body in this seat. Naturally, it is not invaded by all evils. Even if it is exposed to poison, it is also the outer devil inside the Buddha. This is the realm that you can understand." Well, this seat does not give You are nonsense, you go with this seat, if you listen to this seat, then you will eat less." The old monk is red. The naked land threatened.

At this time, Qin Lang was still not nervous, but relaxed and whistled.

However, Qin Lang’s whistle sounded, and the old monk suddenly changed his face and became terrified.

Because the old monk suddenly felt that the locusts in his mind "lived" and were more violent than before, he seized control of his body in an instant!

In other words, this old monk has once again become a beggar!

"How come! How is it possible!" The voice of the old monk once again sounded in Qin Lang's mind. Because the locust survived, the old monk lost control of the body. Naturally he couldn't even speak, so he could only use jing again. God communicates with Qin Lang.

“Is it strange?” Qin Lang said with a smile. “Because I know the locusts in your head, and I know it very well and know how to control it.”

"Impossible! This locust only listens to the owner's words, its owner is dead, how can you listen to you!" The old monk's jing **** and thoughts have become hysterical.

"Oh... this is because I have good character." Qin Lang’s explanation explained that the old monk was so angry that he violently jumped. He couldn’t wait to slap Qin Lang’s slap, but it didn’t help, because his body was The locusts were controlled, and the locusts were controlled by Qin Lang, so the old monk was indirectly controlled by Qin Lang.

"Old monk, you don't need anger. I don't give you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it." Qin Lang said calmly. "Before I used silver needles, I didn't kill the mites, but detoxified them. Let it be in a dormant state for a while. And you, I didn’t expect it to be so fast, I turned my face. But you didn’t expect it, I left it.”

"I... kid, I don't think you are so cunning!" The old monk was angry.

"Shu each other." Qin Lang sneered, "Since you want to be upset with me, I will not be polite to you. Since then, you are my poison slave, I am in trouble now, have you help It’s much easier. In addition, you’d better be obedient, or else I’ll let you lose everything!”

"Let the soul of this seat be lost - it’s so mad! Go to **** -"

The old monk screamed, and then Qin Lang felt that there were countless killings in his mind. These killings turned into ghosts in Qin Lang’s mind, and seemed to be swallowed up by Qin Lang’s soul.

"Jing Shenli invasion!"

Qin Lang suddenly knew what was going on. Fortunately, he had experience with the old poison "jing God" before, and he did not fight hard with the old monk. He just kept his mind and then tortured through the locusts. The body of the old monk, the endless pains passed through the body to the old monk's mind, he can no longer attack Jinglang, and can only use his gods to make a scream.

The invasion of jing is not so easy to succeed.

Even some powerful hypnosis masters need patients to trust him and open their hearts to easily hypnotize each other. Because of the human jing **** world, there is inherent self-defense ability. The invasion of Jing is like siege; the invaders are like the defenders, and the people who defend the city naturally have an absolute advantage. Unless the power of the siege is too strong, it is difficult to easily capture the other side of the world.

The old monk's jing power is naturally stronger, but it will not be stronger by the old poison, and Qin Lang has experience in this area, so for a time he can't break Qin Lang's jing **** defense, and Qin Lang can clean him through the locust. Therefore, this old monk is naturally tragedy.

And it is quite a tragedy!

In order to make this old monk know a lot, Qin Lang drove the locusts into chaos in his mind, so that the old monk was simply hurting.

Although the locust only recognizes one owner, it can't resist the poisonous insect worms, but the Qin dynasty has no toxic body. This locust has been "educated" by the toxins in the blood of Qin Lang. Fan, I have already obeyed the post, and I dare not listen to Qin Lang’s words.

"The donor please keep your hand... please keep your hand... the poor is wrong! It is wrong!" The old monk could not bear the pain and could only ask for mercy.

"I don't know if I know the wrong thing! I will let the locusts completely destroy your gods with pain, and make you a walking dead!" Qin said, knowing that this old monk is not a good class, Qin Lang certainly will not follow him. You're welcome.

"The poor is wrong! Please... I want you to let me go, I don't want to lose myself... I beg you! I am willing to convert to the donor!" The old monk couldn't bear the pain of suffering, and even more afraid of losing it, he would come back. Self-conscious, so willing to be a slave to Qin Lang.