When a big black curtain suddenly rose and enveloped the entire abandoned campus of the Textile College, the monks who stayed outside were unable to investigate the situation, and were even more flustered than the monks inside.
How could there be such a big black cloth? No one could understand that such a big deal had already exceeded their cognition, and a white mist was shrouded outside the wall, forcing everyone to retreat and expand the encirclement. When Liu Zheng thought of Lin Luoran being trapped in it, he didn't know how dangerous the situation was, and was more worried than others.
He tried to send out a few attacks, but they all seemed to be absorbed by the black cloth, without any scratches.
A sniper rifle that can headshot blood clans, it will bounce back when hit on black cloth—
Lu Sanchun was reporting to his superiors, considering using heavy weapons—of course, this has exceeded the bottom line of some high-level officials. One sentence that disturbs the people is too much, and Lieutenant Colonel Lu can be beaten back.
Commander Qin said in a calm voice, wait, wait, Lu Sanchun felt that his restless heart gradually calmed down. He should believe that Lin Luoran is the one, so just wait.
Liu Zheng looked at the bullet casings on the ground thoughtfully, if he could combine hot weapons with cultivation methods, would his attack power be enhanced
This idea was a bit whimsical, Liu Zheng picked up the cartridge case and put it in his sleeve, but he accidentally touched the wound on the back of his hand, so he had to tear off a corner of the Taoist robe and wrap it around the back of his hand.
While waiting anxiously, the noon sun seemed to be blocked by something, and the long wings cast a large shadow on the ground.
Many people couldn't help raising their heads, the looming clouds, with their wings spread wide, Xiao Jin, who was a little bigger than before, was circling silently. If you look carefully, you will find that it is not only bigger, but also has a cockscomb protrusion on the top of its head, like a vivid "little crown".
With a more vigorous figure, pure golden feathers, and sharp claws with cold light wings, Xiao Jin's appearance is too eye-catching. Naturally, the monks present will not call it "Huaxia God Sculpture" like the public. They all know that this is Lin Lin. A spiritual bird raised by my uncle!
"Is it your second hand?" Liu Zheng muttered to himself, a little uncertain about Lin Luoran's thoughts now.
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The situation of the people trapped in the Textile College is easier than the people left outside thought.
They were all talking to Lin Luoran in a hurry, and even asked about the perplexity of their daily practice. Lin Luoran still answered every question at the beginning, and she was in a cold sweat later on. Cultivators, there are some problems that I haven't figured out yet!
Look at what Wen Runlan asked, formation? Please, you, Uncle Lin, are not the Treasure Box of the End of the World, you can only look at the landlord and practice thousands of methods, but you can't learn whatever you want, right
If you don't answer, Wen Runlan stared at herself with admiration, the expression of "I'm a fan" label all over her face, really made Lin Luoran unable to say no. Fortunately, at this time, a burst of hasty The scream came, which attracted everyone's attention. Finally, the bat monster couldn't understand the ease of the crowd, and attacked.
coming! Lin Luoran didn't know whether to thank the good timing, and followed the scream.
The monks, who were still discussing the Tao freely before, pinched their seals and swung their swords one after another, ready to attack.
To everyone's surprise, what appeared was not the vampire who sucked human blood, nor the bat demon who spit out human words... A small face that was sleeping peacefully was covered in black mist, and it looked like it was only a few days old. He squinted and spit bubbles occasionally. If it wasn't for him being wrapped in black mist and suspended in mid-air, this made people vigilant. It seemed that this was a completely harmless newborn!
How could it be an ordinary newborn who appeared at this moment... A gold needle condensed on Lin Luoran's fingertips, and she was going to see what the bat demon was doing.
The baby giggled suddenly, the crunchy voice was pitiful, lingering in everyone's ears, Wen Runlan was a little confused: "What kind of trick is this?"
Yeah, what kind of trick is this, to suddenly produce a harmless-looking baby and giggle at everyone? The bat demon would never do such a boring thing, the golden light on Lin Luoran's fingertips came out, it was a golden needle transformed from the spiritual power of the gold system, and it instantly disappeared into the black mist.
He must have shot the baby, and he cried out in a high-pitched voice, which turned into intermittent wailing, long and thin, getting weaker and weaker, which made people feel very worried.
Listening to the sound alone, I was crying pitifully. There were already low-pitched discussions among the monks here. Lin Luoran glanced at them from the corner of the eye. They were two female nuns who could be regarded as national treasures in the monks. Their cultivation was not high. The blood screamed, and I didn't know what to do with it this time.
Wen Runlan looked left and right, but there was nothing abnormal, and she was a little puzzled: "Master, may we have made a mistake, this child is crying so badly... It hurts, Brother Jing, why did you hit me!"
Hearing Wen Runlan's nonsense, Wen Guanjing stretched out his hand and hit him on the head, telling him to shut up.
mistake? Lin Luoran sneered, even Wen Runlan could not please herself after receiving this injection. It is common sense for an ordinary newborn to be killed on the spot, so how could she still have the energy to pretend to be pitiful
But the eyes of these two little nuns really made her helpless, as if she was some kind of strange aunt who abused babies. She ordered to strengthen her guard while whispering a few words in Huang Weijian's ear.
Seeing that he finally had a place to use his skills, the young man was so excited that he couldn't express it. He took a step forward, picked up a pen and wrote quickly, and read slowly in the voice of a young man who was in a changing voice: "Good rain knows the season—" This is a joyful and gentle song. In the five words, after Huang Weijian finished reading the first sentence, there was already a slight wind in his pen, so soft, just like the spring breeze that comes with the spring rain in the poem, which makes people full of joy.
The spring breeze blew and blew, seemingly without attacking power, but when Huang Weijian finished reading "When Spring Happens", the light spring breeze quietly passed away, blowing away the black mist that had been surrounding the baby—
Everyone present took a breath!
This poor crying baby turned out to be a monster with the head of a bat and the body of a bat. It was able to stay in mid-air thanks to its constantly flapping wings! The two female cultivators who had previously talked about Lin Luoran's cruelty were severely slapped in the face. Coupled with this horrifying sight, the faces of the two female cultivators in the greenhouse turned pale with fright.
Seemingly aware of the change in everyone's mood, the strange baby suddenly opened his eyes.
The pupils and the whites of the pupils are blood-red. From any direction, they seem to be staring at you, which makes people shudder.
Wen Runlan stammered: "This, this is, what kind of monster?"
For some reason, Lin Luoran thought of a large number of missing pregnant women. The appearance of this strange baby was too coincidental. Could it be that the blood clan captured those pregnant women just to create... such a monster? She felt that her eyes were dry, and she couldn't help holding the luminous flower in her hand tightly.
At this time, Lin Luoran couldn't let his own temper go, took a deep breath, and called out with difficulty: "Junior Brother Wen."
The tacit understanding between Wen Guanjing and her was cultivated in fighting side by side, and he knew her better than others. He lightly touched the ground, jumped out of the crowd, and landed a few meters in front of the strange baby. , showing a ferocious smile, he didn't care about the scenery at all, but rushed towards the weaker monk.
"Xiao'an!" Lin Luoran didn't lose his footing. Before Xiao'an could make a move, a few paper talismans came out of his hands, forcing the strange baby back to Wen Guanjing's direction.
Wen Guanjing flipped his fingers quickly, and a white drill jumped out of Wen Guanjing's hand, rolling towards the strange baby.