Tang Ning couldn't see the accident that happened three hundred meters away, but he had a feeling. Because whether it was the yellow paper peach puppet tracking or the magic sword responsible for sniping, they were all inspired by spiritual power, so a wisp of his spiritual power was attached to it. With his current cultivation level, as long as he was within a range of three hundred meters and was guided by spiritual power, everything that happened could not escape his perception and exploration through the effectiveness of these props. This is also the fundamental reason why the range of his actions was limited to the range of three hundred meters.

The moment the stump exploded, his pupils tightened, becoming darker, brighter and deeper.

"Stand-in-One!"

It is very similar to the Kirin Escape Technique in Japanese ninjutsu, but the form is strange and changeable than the escape Technique. Tang Ning, who noticed all this, dared not be negligent. He jumped forward and rushed towards the location of the exploded tree stump.

A few minutes later, he stood at the scene, enduring the smell of fishy smell, and watching the blood stains all over the ground and the wisps of blue smoke emerging from the cracked bubbles on the ground. He was fully alert and cautious and vigilantly searched around the surroundings. Focus on those old pine trees who are many years old.

Old pine can absorb ground water while absorbing earth energy. Then use its own wood properties to convert the absorbed earth energy into warming its own vitality. These qi are used correctly and are used as evil. They are the best hosts for raising evil fetuses in ghost babies.

Tang Ning didn't think that the attack just now could make the opponent escape completely. He must be hiding somewhere nearby and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

The stump exploded very powerfully. The seven or eight pine trunks around it were blown up and unevenly, leaving behind many black and burnt marks like the ones that were burned and corroded by sulfuric acid-like liquids. They exuded a pungent smell.

Time passed little by little, and Tang Ning was carefully searching around here. In addition to the sound of his footsteps of trampling on the snow, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, the quiet was strange, and the atmosphere was gloomy, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

Finally, Tang Ning stopped nearly two meters before a tree root was naked from the ground, intertwined and trunks, with a towering pines as thick as two people hugging. There was a dark tree hole in the middle of the tree root. If it weren't for carefulness and careful observation, it would be difficult to find that the hole was deliberately dug out by someone. Because it was well concealed around it, it was almost possible to cover it with the withered weeds and shrubs beside the hole and the hanging branches and branches on the tree.

Just as Tang Ning reached out to plunder the shrubs and weeds at the entrance of the tree hole and wanted to further investigate, he recruited a shrill cry of a baby. A black fist-sized air mass shot out from the entrance and rushed straight into his face. The cold and cold breath stimulated his skin under his neck to get goose bumps.

"Hmph, ghost baby! He was dug into his nest, and he is still so arrogant!"

Tang Ning's reaction was not unpleasant, but instead of hiding, he swirled his arm. At the critical moment, his arm that was poked out retracted like lightning to the front door. His five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed the ball of black head roaring, like a baby's crying.

The air mass seems to exist in the world in a state that is contrary to common sense. It is not only tangible, but also qualitative, with a real thing under one touch. The shape that was grabbed in Tang Ning's hand is constantly stretching, twisting, stretching, and wailing, and the sharp and harsh crying becomes more and more shrill.

A sharp light flashed in Tang Ning's eyes, and a dazzling white light shone out from the palm of his palm, cracking! It was like a bolt from the blue! The black air mass like a baby's head was instantly squeezed and turned into a faint black smoke and disappeared.

"Tiangang Desha, the authentic Qimen's unique skills, soul refining techniques!" An old and hoarse scream came from the tree cave: "Little Young Master, who are you? First, I followed the doll, the Soul Refining Sword, and now it is the Soul Refining Skill. How could you master so many Qimen's unique skills at a young age..."

"Whatever I am has to do with you, old guy, come out quickly!"

"Wait a minute... Young Master, report your master's origin... I think we can talk about it..." Old Lao's voice was intermittent, a little out of breath. It seemed that he was hit by Tang Ning twice, which caused him a lot of damage.

"I think what is hidden in the tree hole is the straw man puppet you use to perform the Willow Nail puppet technique? Is it more than you can die!"

A burst of crazy laughter came from the tree hole, "Children, do you know what is good and what is evil? The world is bustling with people for profit and money. If you move, you will have a large sum of money. Why can't I do it? I want to decide whether it is right or wrong at a young age. Humph, when you reach my age, you will know that the threshold for good and evil is very vague..."

Seeing that Tang Ning was speechless, he thought his words had worked. So he further tempted: "Young boy, today you are willing to let me go. I will give you 500,000 later, no, one million, how about it?"

Tang Ning remained silent and secretly found something hidden in his palm.

"Two million is all the price of my move this time, I will give you all. I guarantee to stay away from gold and water from now on. Enemies should be resolved rather than formed, and younger generations..."

"Forget it, don't waste your slap. Your behavior is not tolerant. You must be responsible for what you do. Sorry, I cannot forgive the crimes you have committed." Tang Ning snorted coldly: "Since you don't come out, don't blame me..."

Before Tang Ning could finish his words, his tone was fierce and resentful, and a violent roar suddenly rang out: "I don't know how to show my respect, let's go and see..."

As soon as the words fell, a green green light shot out from the tree hole and passed through the sky.

Tang Ning raised his left hand and had already pinched it with his thumb. The paper sword hidden in his palm turned into six golden rays of sword-shaped lights, shooting towards a piece of gall on the ground three or four meters away on the left side of the tree hole.

"Can you escape my eyes?" Tang Ning said loudly.

He did not intercept the green light that Yi walked away, but exposed the root gall attacks on the ground to the tree roots. The light penetrated into the root galls continuously, and a strange, creepy howl came out. The root galls twitched, blood flowed out, and then the green smoke surged, and the green fire erupted, making a squeaking sound. Tangning waited until the tree galls turned into ashes.

He just felt weak and he sat on the ground. An unhealthy flush appeared on his pretty face. Then he became pale and breathed unsteadily. After a while, he recovered slightly.

He smiled bitterly and said to himself: "This is really not a person who does it! This time he lost a lot. It will take ten and a half months to recover."

He took out his cell phone with stiff arms and answered Uncle Liu's phone call. "Uncle Liu, you can do it."

Uncle Liu and others on the other side were waiting extremely anxiously. The strange noises that had previously been heard from the deep woods had already scared them to their faces and their hearts were trembling. A heart was tightly held tightly and hung high, just not falling to the ground.

In the quiet night, the harsh phone ringing rang, and Uncle Liu, who was tense with nerves, was so scared that he suddenly shuddered. He glared at his eyes and roared angrily: "Who is this phone? I don't know how scary people are? Grass, a group of bastards..."

"Liu, Liu, the phone ringing sound seems to be coming from you." A young policeman closer to him said weakly.

"My...mine! It's really mine! Xiao Tang has news!"

The phone was connected, and soon Uncle Liu's face was like a blooming sunflower. After a few seconds, he hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.
Chapter completed!