Putting away the black ring, Baoying Daoist nodded towards Lin Xin, maintaining the demeanor of a master in the foundation building period, and slowly landed. ()
"The real person can wait for a while, I still have a last step to finish work here." Lin Xinlang said.
"Villager, please go ahead." Daoist Baoying no longer dared to underestimate Lin Xin, but treated him as an equal.
The two waited in the furnace for a while before Lin Xin put away the scabbard. The red flower sword was sheathed and hung by his waist.
Just forced to use the red flower sword to summon Yinmantu, so the blade is not perfect enough, but it can be completely repaired after a period of water grinding.
"Master Lin, this trip to Guizhuang is in trouble. I suspect that some people may deliberately instigate casual cultivators, and there are internal agents to spread the news. Otherwise, it would be impossible to gather so much power in a short period of time." Daoist Baoying thought for a while, or Telling Lin Xin the facts he knows is considered sincerity.
"I knew there would be an internal response, to encourage casual cultivators... Maybe it's more about trying to force out someone..." Lin Xin's eyes flashed with a hint of deepness.
"Originally when I came in, I didn't intend to kill anyone, but someone in the casual cultivator deliberately provoked the first to see the blood, which caused the conflict between the two sides to intensify. This caused countless deaths and injuries." Daoist Baoying said in a low voice.
"It seems that some people can't sit still." Lin Xin said lightly. "Thank you for the truth."
"Vendor Master, you're welcome, I still have to rely on your help for Pindao's dharma sword!" Daoist Baoying said with a chuckle. This is also the main purpose of his trip. However, he still has some doubts about Lin Xin's attainments in formation.
"That's easy to say." Lin Xin laughed. "A real person can be relieved very quickly."
The two of them came out of the furnace and pushed open the iron gate, both of them were stunned at the same time.
In a messy white school field.
There are all kinds of corpses everywhere, from monks to villas, densely packed.
Dugu Lin was standing in the middle of the corpses, the vertical marks between her brows were faintly glowing with silver light, she seemed to hear the sound, and she turned her head and smiled at Lin Xin.
"Don't forget my terms."
Lin Xin scanned the audience, and suddenly found a conspicuous huge body half-kneeling on the ground not far away. It was the White Tiger Demon King. He half-kneeled on the ground, with his hands firmly inserted into the ground, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere. A piece of red and white.
There is a huge sword hole in the demon king's chest, and traces of black blood are slowly seeping out.
"Of course not..." he said dryly.
At this time, the entire villa was quiet, and almost no sound could be heard.
This is the first time for Lin Xin to see Dugulin's strength. Cong Yunxin Excalibur is indeed the most mysterious and powerful sword technique in the sect. Looking at Dugu Lin, Lin Xin had a faint feeling. She may be the strongest leader of the Sword Sect in the next hundred years.
"That's good." Dugu Lin's brows shone with silver light, he turned around and jumped lightly, a transparent sword appeared under his feet, supporting her and flying away. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small dot in the sky, and then quickly disappeared into the clouds.
Lin Xin was standing on the school field full of corpses, and the real person holding the baby next to him was sweating coldly. The White Tiger Demon King was killed just like that. A generation of foundation-building demon kings can't even escape.
"It's really..." Daoist Baoying witnessed the horror of the sect's genius master for the first time, and he was very glad that he did not really fall out with the Pine Forest Sword Sect.
"Senior Sister Dugu deserves to be the number one genius of my Sword Sect. Even Senior Brother He Tianhe is probably not as good..." Lin Xin sighed.
"He Tianhe... has already built the foundation... but it is said that he has been trapped in a ruin outside for several years and has not been able to come back."
A familiar voice beside him answered Lin Xin's exclamation.
There were faint traces of blood on the upper body of the yellow shirt. At this time, he raised his sword and walked slowly.
"They are all talented spirits with a bright future, and you and I may not be able to match them in this lifetime."
"Maybe..." Although Lin Xin knew that he was unlikely to be able to match the horror of the spirit gathering body, he was still unwilling. Suppressing his thoughts, he flicked his finger and shot two pills to Huang Shan.
The yellow shirt was not too polite, knowing that it was the most precious soul-saving pill in Lin Xin's private possession. This kind of medicine was a good thing that Gongsunli later combined with various pills collected in the villa, and researched it privately. The ingredients for making medicinal herbs are extremely precious, and there is even a medicine among them, which has been found once until now. So this drug is almost used a little less.
After taking the medicine, the aura in the yellow shirt was revived within a short while.
Lin Xin introduced Daoist Baoying and Huangshan, and then began to recruit the remaining disciples in the villa.
Corpses were carried into furnaces for incineration. All the things of the monks’ loose cultivators were collected, especially those of the White Tiger Demon King. Lin Xin checked and found a small mustard bag. This kind of bag can be folded to hold a lot of things.
There are also some spiritual jade commonly used in black market transactions. It looks like more than ten yuan, which is a windfall.
The other book, White Tiger Cloud Smoke Record, seems to be a technique practiced by the White Tiger Demon King. It is a piece of jade slips, and it needs to be read with the mind.
Lin Xin checked it, and there was a set of cultivation methods recorded on it that were basically human cultivation, but it was named after the white tiger, which seemed to be the cultivation method of the demon way.
The emphasis is on cultivating the physical body, and achieving a body called the White Tiger Golden Body, which can reach the point where the strength and defense are extremely terrifying. At the same time, it can absorb golden energy, devour metal, and breathe out the golden energy from the mouth and nose, and turn it into a weapon to assassinate the enemy. Horror extraordinary.
"You can learn from it..." Lin Xin put away the exercises and checked other things, the other being the body of the White Tiger Demon King.
His body has become the third layer of the white tiger golden body, which is invulnerable to swords and guns, generally invulnerable to water and fire, and his strength and defense have far reached the point where ordinary foundation cultivators are invincible, so only his physical body is a A good magic weapon material.
"This demon king can be refined into materials and blended into golden objects. It will definitely bring a trace of the tiger's evil golden aura and double the power of the magic weapon. Just like my turtle and snake ring, I also blended two monsters into it. Only the spirit can achieve great success, whenever there is a stalemate, the turtle and snake spirit can be activated, and the power can be enhanced without consuming aura, just need to pay attention to replenish it." Daoist Baoying suggested.
"This is a good idea." Lin Xin decisively adopted the suggestion.
During the cleaning time of the villa, he also started to dispose of the corpses at the same time.
Invite real people to watch, and took the opportunity to show off his formation skills while refining and melting the body of the White Tiger Demon King.
Melt the demon king's real body into a yellow-white ball, about the size of a football, then set up a gathering array, nourish it with thick soil, and store it in the armory for maintenance.
"This white tiger has a golden energy and a tiger spirit. It can warm up your arsenal and make all your internal weapons gradually have a hint of tiger spirit. Although it is very light, it is still stronger than other ordinary high-level weapons." Lin Xin explained. road. "In addition, the demon king has a strong resentment, which just happens to further strengthen the weapon."
"White Tiger Golden Demon Formation, the owner of the villa is clever, this way can turn the harm of this demon king into benefit." Daoist Baoying said in a cold sweat. It's worth dying and not letting go of the use value... .
After some aftermath, a few days later... ..
Lin Xingao sat in the main seat, and next to him was the real person holding the baby. Lin Xinyuan and others pushed back their seats.
In addition, there are mountain villas that all have the meaning of depression. Several innate priests looked ugly, and two of them were missing, obviously because they fell in the battle.
"The funeral of the two enshrined kings of Wu, I have ordered them to be safe. Alas..." Lin Xin felt a little sad when he thought that he had accumulated so much hard work for so long, and was suddenly ruined by this group of casual cultivators. meaning.
The fall of the two congenital priests made the villa even worse. He was already seriously injured because of the income from his superiors, but this attack made the villa's tight finances even more impoverished.
"Master, this is only a temporary difficulty. My villa produces a lot of minerals, and I believe I will recover soon." Lin Xinyuan said seriously. She also had a wound on her back, but it was bandaged and she couldn't see clearly.
"People are panicking now, and the experts have lost a lot. I am afraid that my villa will not be able to mobilize too much power to suppress the minerals in various places." Huang Puyang said with a pale face. He was stabbed in the chest and almost didn't go with him. Now Also come to the meeting immediately after recovering.
"so... ."
Boom!
Suddenly the door of the conference hall was kicked open.
A group of people rushed in arrogantly.
The leader is obviously Situ Hao who has been collecting annual fees. The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked guy rushed straight into the hall with two sharp-edged masters.
"Bold Lin Xin, dare to hide the fugitive! He also concealed the sect and hidden the third-grade magic weapon! If I didn't know the situation by accident, I would have been concealed by you!"
Situ Hao's voice was stern, but there was a hint of greed in his eyes.
The three of them chased after the villa guards who tried to stop them, but it was too late at this time, and they could only look at Lin Xin in panic.
Signaling the other guards to retreat, Lin Xin was completely speechless towards this sect that dominates the sword hall. If Brother Ji Lu and his wife were not there to help him, and he could find Dugu Lin to help him, I am afraid that he would be the same as the yellow shirt now, and end up being accused of unfounded crimes and fleeing the sect.
"I don't know that Master Situ Hao came to visit suddenly, but he couldn't meet him far away, and he still hopes to forgive his sin..." Although Lin Xin was impatient, he still had to be polite.
How could it be such a coincidence that they arrived at such a coincident time, if it wasn't for some tricks in it, who would be able to grasp every move of the villa so accurately. Maybe it's these guys who caused the booing of these casual cultivators.
For a while, he even lost interest in his heart. Nuo Da, a sword sect, is not at all tolerant. No wonder he is called the evil sect by other monks outside. This is the righteous way in name, but in fact it only relies on the occupation of Yangquan In order to rule the sect. In such a sect, the cohesion of the disciples is still extremely poor. If there was a sliver of fairness and justice in the past, there is little hope now.
"Master Situ's reason for coming, please explain clearly." For a moment, his heart was cold, and Lin Xin didn't bother to talk to him. bluntly.
Situ Hao chuckled.
"These two are legendary..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, get out of the way!"
Unexpectedly, they were pushed away by one person behind him. (.)