Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 142: Hexi should really have a festival god

The moment the figure rushed out, Xi Yingzhen also stood up. The old warlock dodged in front of Bai Wuqiu, grabbed the figure's neck with one hand, and slapped him with the other hand.

"Crack!" After a crisp sound, the still aggressive figure instantly slumped. At this time, Wu Mian and Gui Bugui, who were standing behind, could clearly see the appearance of the figure. This is an old man of sixty or seventy years old, his face is covered with yellow ringworm, and two catfish whiskers like whiskers hang down to his chest. The messy hair on the top of his head, like withered grass, was casually tied into a clench and hung weakly on the top of his head.

Gui Bugui stretched his neck and glanced at him, then hid behind Guangzhi for a while, trying not to let this immortal see him. After Wu Mian glanced at the old guy, he slowly said to him, "Do you recognize it?"

Gui Bugui wiped his cold sweat and adjusted the angle of his body. After making sure that Xi Yingzhen caught the man and couldn't see him, he said to Wu Mian in a low voice, "That's a **** in the sky, you can see it if you see it. No matter what, everyone is a god, so Xi Yingzhen is the one. Dad can't be bothered. What if you put that on us again? It's better to be low-key now than anything else."

When Gui Bugui spoke, the person who was strangled by Xi Yingzhen's neck had already reacted. Immediately, he grabbed the old warlock's hand that was pinching his neck, and said to Xi Yingzhen: "Xi Yingzhen, don't be too arrogant. No matter how I say, I am also a **** of the gods, and it's okay to bow down respectfully. You dare to blaspheme, do you know how guilty you are when I lose a hair? Even if you are immortal, what if you are immortal? When I lead to eternal catastrophe, the mortals who die will be counted on you. Head..."

Before the immortal finished speaking, Xi Yingzhen raised his palm again. First, he gave him four mouths, and then reached out and grabbed the fairy's hair. With a hard pull, he pulled off half of his hair and a piece of scalp the size of a palm.

At the moment, the immortal shouted, and a golden liquid like blood flowed down his forehead from the wound on the top of his head. Before Xi Yingzhen was finished, he stuffed the ball with the hair and human skin on his hand into the fairy's clothes, and then slapped the fairy with his mouth as if he didn't want money.

At first, the immortal was stubborn. Even if the blood bleeds from the corner of his mouth, he yelled at Xi Yingzhen: "Okay, good fight! Xi Yingzhen, if you have the guts to kill me today, you can kill me. If you can't kill me, just wait for the calamity. It's good! Just work harder..."

The immortals are worthy of being immortals. After being hit by Xi Yingzhen's mouth more than a dozen times in a row, he can still stand. It's just that his face was already swollen like wheat cakes, and the arrogant energy just now was swept away. When he spoke again, he already knew how to be polite: "Shi Da Warlock... you stop first... listen to me, you can't blame me for what happened that time... stop for a while... listen to me. I'm even a god. ...it's impossible to know that there are your disciples on the list...I am the **** of plague...what I do is to spread the plague...that sweeps a large area...who knows who is who...you stop Stop... give the gods some face..."

At this time, everyone knew that Xi Yingzhen was holding the plague **** who spread the plague. Listening to what he meant, he killed a disciple of Xi Yingzhen when the plague spread many years ago. It is because of this primer that I ended up like this today.

Xi Yingzhen seems to have not heard it, and continues to slap at the plague god. After another dozen or so mouth beatings, the epidemic **** can no longer see his original appearance. His face was so swollen that his eyes were squeezed into slits, and golden blood was flowing from his ears, nostrils, and mouth.

The pre-existing plague **** has already seen that the old warlock is probably going to beat him first to let out his anger, and then he is about to kill himself. This was when he couldn't hold on any longer, and said with a crying voice: "Dad Xi Yingzhen... Please spare me this time. Next time I spread the plague again... Give you the map first. Your old man will let us first. All my relatives will be withdrawn... Then I will spread the plague again. Please be merciful, how can I say that I am also a god. Killing a **** is a big sin... It's not just you... The people of the world will suffer with you..."

When he said this, Xi Yingzhen finally stopped. But just when he was about to give himself a step, Er Lengzi behind him suddenly said, "Old man, it's not that I'm picking things up. This **** immortal dares to threaten you, just listen to me. What kind of immortal do you put this on? I will kill you. I will help you dig a hole, and people will bury it in it without knowing it. God will send an immortal to investigate, and I will testify for you.

After hearing Bai Wuqiu's words, Wu Mian looked back at Gui Bugui, who was still hiding behind Guangzhi, and said slowly: "Look, a good monster. It's been like this after a few years with you. , in a few hundred years, it will be it in the demon world."

Gui Bugui blinked his eyes with a smile, looked at Bai Wuqiu and smiled, then said to himself: "I didn't teach him this, the old man, this silly boy still remembers Guangren. Hate."

"Who are you! How dare you incite Father Xi Yingzhen to blaspheme God! You are a monster! Beware of the scourge of heaven, you monster mountains and the world will all be destroyed." Hearing Bai Wuqiu's words, the epidemic **** was furious at the time, and asked It wasn't at this time that Xi Yingzhen was still pinching his neck. He has already rushed over and tried all the epidemic poison in him on this monster.

"Who told you to talk?" Xi Yingzhen glanced at the God of Epidemic, whose face had been swollen twice, and immediately raised his slap and continued to swipe at him. When he started, he was also muttering in his heart: It seems that this matter is going to be a big problem today, and if he wants to spare this epidemic **** in this way, he has no steps. I have never heard of anyone who killed a **** before. If he really killed this **** of plague, would it really be like what he said. If there is a calamity in the sky, then the sin of oneself will be great.

At this moment, the daring man suddenly came back and walked over with his hands behind his back and smiling. As he walked, he said, "Great Warlock, you are looking at my face, and you should leave the path of the plague god. It's not easy to be a **** these days. You can look at me for anything..."

With the steps, Xi Yingzhen stopped immediately. Immediately, after he glanced at the smiling returnee, he snorted coldly, but still wanted to say a few words: "How can something be so cheap? Grandpa Warlock and my disciple died in vain? What about killing a god? If you have the ability, you will bring down the catastrophe, or send the gods down to the earth to kill my grandfather, the warlock."

"How to say he is also a god. Thousands of years ago, he was a cultivator like you and me. For the sake of being a comrade in the past, you should be open to the old man, great warlock." As he said that, he glanced at the **** of plague, who was no longer in human form. After a pause, he continued: "Besides, he was too embarrassed to leave after letting go of the **** of plague. What kind of artifact was on him, no matter what. Take out three and five kinds, and thank the great warlock for your kindness of not killing. This immortal, little old man, am I right?"

"That's right!" At the moment, the epidemic **** also gave up and shouted to Xi Yingzhen: "As long as Xi Yingzhen's father keeps me alive, I will bring the artifact with me this time. Just take it away, thousands of Don't be polite to me."

After repeated 'pleading', Xi Yingzhen finally gave the old guy a face. At the moment, under the **** of the old warlock, the plague **** took them into the cave, pointed to a leather pocket inside and said, "This time I came out in a hurry, and only brought a picture of the epidemic. How about writing an IOU to the Grand Warlock..."

When the plague **** was starting to bargain, Er Lengzi Bai Wuqiu suddenly walked over and took out a stack of silk maps and names of people on it...