Wang Lin kept staring at the monk who was holding the jade slip of his soul. When the other three were about to smash the jade slip, he spit out a green light without saying a word, and the green light flashed at the other side.
As soon as the green light came out, the surroundings were suddenly chilly, and the blood refining flying sword with Wang Lin's life was changed after Wang Lin practiced Huang Quan Shengqiao to determine the spiritual power in his body, and it also changed, a trace of "extreme" meaning , Unknowingly show on Feijian.
The cold air on the flying sword was extremely domineering, the surrounding flowers and plants were blasted by the cold air, and they suddenly turned into ice crystals. Even the monks nearby at the early stage of foundation construction all became stiff and numb in an instant, and the epidermis quickly became visible to the naked eye. Crystallization.
The monk who held the jade slip of Wang Lin's soul was immediately taken aback. It was too late to smash the jade slip, and quickly backed away, but he did not expect that the little green sword buzzed in front of him. In a daze, the monk quickly sacrificed a defensive weapon, but it was too late.
Feijian appeared one foot in front of the opponent, a green light flashed, pierced into the monk's throat, and penetrated out. A bloody arrow blew out a long way. The monk was clutching his neck in disbelief, and slowly fell down.
Wang Lin jumped, grabbed the soul jade slip in the air, and threw it into the storage bag.
All this happened too fast, it is most appropriate to use electric flint to describe it. At this time, the other two monks in the late stage of foundation construction have crushed the soul jade slip, and a pink smoke floated from the shattered jade slip. Like the waves, it swayed around in a ring.
The coffin where the corpse puppets were stored by the disciples of the corpse yin sect, when they encountered the pink smoke, one by one, the sound of "呲呲" came out from the coffin, as if someone was lying in the coffin, scratching their nails with both hands. It's like a coffin.
Looking at the disciples in the foundation-building period, they all stood motionless as if they had been subjected to a fixation technique.
After smashing the jade slips, the two monks in the late stage of foundation building didn't even look at Wang Lin, and rushed into the giant gate that was about to collapse at an extremely fast speed.
The two of them flashed in, and then, the giant gate completely dissipated, turning into little gleaming lights, slowly disappearing without a trace.
Without saying anything, Wang Lin quickly withdrew from a long distance, looking at the position of the corpse Yin sect disciple, and was silent.
At this time, the babble became louder and louder, and suddenly one of the coffin lids suddenly shattered, a pair of jet-black claws emerged straight out, and there was a heavy gasp.
Slowly, a long-haired black long-haired corpse sat up from the coffin with green light from its eyes. It turned its head to look around, and finally set its eyes on the owner who was closest to it.
There was a bloodthirsty cold light in its eyes. It suddenly jumped up, screamed, grabbed his master, and sucked fiercely from the nose. Suddenly the cultivator at the beginning of the foundation construction began to tremble, and his skin shrank at an extremely fast speed. , Turned into a trace of white gas, and quickly penetrated into the body of the corpse puppet.
At the same time, the dry muscles on the corpse puppet immediately swelled up as if infused with vitality.
It didn't take long for the monk to be skin and bones, only to vent his breath, no air in the air. Looking at the corpse puppet again, he has already recovered his human form.
Immediately afterwards, the corpse puppet inhaled again, and the monk snorted miserably, his body tilted down, and died of anger. A puff of yellow gas floated out of the corpse leisurely, and was grabbed by the corpse puppet's big hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Soon, the body of the corpse puppet changed rapidly, his hair re-growth, and the black hair on the body gradually fell off, almost in a blink of an eye, he became exactly the same as the previous monk.
At the same time, one after another coffin cover, one after another, one after another pair of corpse claws, protruding from the coffin, these corpse puppets immediately jumped up and rushed towards their respective owners.
Not all corpse puppets are like this. About one-third of the corpse puppets, after climbing out of the coffin, looked around blankly and stood motionless.
Wang Lin looked at the scene before him in shock. All the corpses that swallowed the monks eventually possessed almost the cultivation base of the late foundation stage. Looking at the more than ten monsters in front of him, Wang Lin's scalp was numb, and he stepped back cautiously.
At this moment, successive screams sounded one after another. After the swallowed corpse puppets, one after another became the appearance of their respective masters, they turned their eyes to the remaining corpse Yin sect disciples and swarmed them in unison.
Flesh and flesh flew, the fishy wind rushed towards his face, Wang Lin turned around and left quickly without saying a word.
After walking far away, Wang Lin stood outside a dense forest in the valley with a gloomy expression. He had seen the poisonousness of the corpse yin sect. If he stopped before the monk did not crush the jade slip, I am afraid that he would become those now. A monster's belly wrap.
With a few sneers, Wang Lin knows that there are dangers in this Cascade Valley. Almost all of the two schools of Zhao Guozheng and Mo are gathered here. Wang Lin does not intend to participate in matters concerning the battlefield outside the territory. He is ready to find an exit and leave here. What he wants to do now is Find a cold place, practice in retreat, and improve cultivation.
So when he came into contact with the realm of cultivation, Wang Lin felt that there was a crisis around him. If he was not careful, he would be killed on the spot. But since he embarked on the road of cultivation, if he wants to go on safely, he can only become stronger.
At the same time, the wood properties required by Tianni beads are also the focus of Wang Lin's current heart.
As he was thinking, suddenly Wang Lin stepped back abruptly, and with a scream, a black light flashed past the place where he stood just now, and at the same time a burst of laughter came from the dense forest.
"Boy, hide quickly." A young man in a Chinese dress walked out of the dense forest slowly, staring at Wang Lin with a smile, looked up and down, and said: "Which school?"
Wang Lin looked as usual, and said coldly: "The corpse Yinzong."
The young man in Huafu was taken aback and smiled: "Zie Yinzong? It is rumored that the disciples of the zong Yin sect will carry a coffin with them. Where is your coffin?"
Wang Lin glanced at each other and frowned.
The young man snorted coldly, pointed his right hand, and a handful of black light appeared on his fingertips, and said, "Whether you are the corpse Yinzong or not, leave your storage bag."
A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, his consciousness swept away, and he found that there were still three people in the dense forest. He did not speak, and took a few steps back.
Seeing Wang Lin retreating, the young man showed a contemptuous look on his face. With a little bit of his right hand, a black light flashed suddenly and shot at Wang Lin's chest and heart.
Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and waved his sleeves. Gravity turned into a big hand in front of him. The black light hit the big hand, rushing in a few inches, and then disappeared.
Wang Lin gave the young man a cold look, and found that the three people in the dense forest were coming here quickly. He didn't want to entangle with each other, and quickly backed away.
The young man’s face was slightly angry. Although the other party was the same as himself in the early stage of foundation building, three seniors followed him. One of them was the cultivation base of the middle stage of foundation building. Have a plan, prepare to act secretly, take this opportunity to kill people and win treasures.
We must know that in this competition, their respective sects have thrown a lot of magic weapons to the disciples of the foundation stage in order to improve their strength.
Seeing that the other party was alone at this time, the young man couldn't help but feel the idea of murder. Now seeing Wang Lin retreat, he patted his storage bag without saying a word, and suddenly an eight-inch ruler flew out.
The ruler was green all over, and immediately gave off a strong fragrance when it appeared. The young man took a deep breath and said nothing about the green ruler. Then the ruler moved and buzzed. A huge black Ganoderma lucidum emerged from the ruler. As soon as the Ganoderma lucidum appeared , Suddenly separated from the ruler, floating in the air.
With a solemn expression on the young man’s expression, he quickly took out something from the storage bag and threw it away. There was a flash of red light. A blood-red poisonous bee rushed towards the ganoderma at a very fast speed, and swallowed the ganoderma in a few mouthfuls. over.
Its size suddenly increased several times, as if the size of a fist, with a sharp blast, it rushed towards Wang Lin.
All this is slow to say, but in fact it was just a blink of an eye. The cold light in Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and the green little sword flashed in a flash, appeared in front of him, and rushed towards the poisonous bee.
The poisonous buzzer buzzed, quite spiritually, at the moment when the flying sword stabbed, he hid to the side, but at this moment, the flying sword suddenly disappeared in place, and when it appeared, it was close to the young man, between the lightning and flint, from his chest Penetrating through, bringing up a cavity of blood.
The Chinese clothing youth didn't even react, and died suddenly.
As soon as the youth died, the Cui ruler in mid-air lost its luster and fell off. Wang Lin's Gravitation Technique took a big hand, grabbed the ruler and the storage bag on the youth's waist, and left quickly.
The poisonous bee circled in the air and flew quickly in the direction where Wang Lin was walking.
At the same time, three figures quickly rushed out of the dense forest. The three men were two men and one woman. One of them had a gloomy expression. He glanced at the corpse on the ground and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Chasing!"
At this moment, in the border town far north of Zhao State, two uninvited guests arrived. One of them had a thin face, wearing a black robe, and his eyes flashed in a sinister color.
Beside him, followed by a monk with a fairy style and bones. This monk is quite old and has many wrinkles on his face, but there is a kind of ethereal air that radiates from him, and it just forms with the gloom of the old man in black robe. sharp contrast.
At this moment, he was standing outside the town, holding an antique mirror in his hand, constantly looking at it, and pinching his hands.
"Daoist Qiming, have you figured it out?" The black robe old man's voice was full of Xiaoshao, and he said coldly.
The cultivator frowned and said, "Teng Huayuan, you don't know the name of that person or what he looks like. How can I look for it with the power of a curse?"
The black-robed old man is indeed Fuji Huayuan. He stared at the monk and said word by word: "Friend Qiming, the old man will not hesitate to convict Wufeng Valley, and get the qualification token for the battlefield outside the territory, just for your heavenly calculation. The technique, if you can help me find that person’s dearest relatives, all requirements, as long as I can do it, Fujikamoto, will never frown."
The monk was silent for a while, sighed, and said, "Finally, I will do my best, but Taoist Teng, you have a debt and a debt, and I hope you will kill you less..."