That Mr. Qing would take advantage of the opportunity and run away quietly.↑,
However, to Lin Xin, these dead soldiers are nothing more than a group of annoying flies. Only shooting demon arrows can break the spiritual energy and demonic energy, and the effect is annoying. Otherwise, he doesn't even have to do it himself, he only needs to let others attack and the rebound will be enough.
It can bounce these people to death.
Perhaps if you were a Yiyuanjing monk who relied mainly on spiritual energy or demonic energy, you would feel extremely annoyed. After all, if the protective aura was broken, you would have to deal with the dead soldiers yourself.
Demonic arrows can quickly defeat even the protective physical field of Yuanjing monk, which can be said to be the biggest threat to high-level monks in the human sea tactic.
But for Lin Xin, his body-protecting aura is only the fourth level of Yuan Demon Fighting Skill. Although its strength is greatly increased due to the defensive attribute bonus, it actually doesn't matter to him even if it is broken.
After all, its strongest point is not its defense, but its speed, strength, and terrifying physique!
If he hadn't been worried about destroying the temple, he would have completely destroyed all the besieging soldiers with one blow.
Standing among the corpses, he walked slowly towards the temple hall.
"I'm sorry."
"The layman is so murderous."
In the temple, the old monk who had been sweeping the floor appeared in the main hall at some unknown time, but the child monk who was originally chanting sutras was nowhere to be seen, as if what he had just seen was just an illusion.
Lin Xin frowned. In this quiet place of Buddhism, any ordinary monk who sees bloody corpses all over the ground, and then faces him as a murderer, shouldn't he behave with awe and fear? No matter how high the level of Buddhist practice is,
Don't be indifferent.
"Monk is good at cultivation."
He looked at the other person, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, and a murderous intention quietly emerged in his heart.
"The layman is too murderous. Even though he is only implicated in this, he will still have murderous intentions when facing people he meets by chance." The old monk lowered his head and said. "He is really a murderer in troubled times."
"Come in!" Suddenly, Mr. Qing and his group, who had just escaped, rushed in from the temple gate with pale faces, and locked themselves in the temple gate. Among the group of people, the three guards had disappeared, leaving only one man and two women.
There were three masters and servants. The two sisters were also injured. They seemed to be in trouble.
The three of them had just gone out and not far away when they were intercepted by the people from the Red Ridge Gate and blocked back.
After fighting to the death, he exhausted all his trump cards and managed to escape from the opponent's hands. He returned to the temple.
The three of them had just closed the temple door, turned around and saw corpses all over the ground.
Suddenly the expressions of the three of them changed a little.
It had only been so long, but all the dead soldiers in the Red Ridge Sect had been killed by that man.
You can tell from the fact that most of the corpses are not intact. The man was so cruel that he didn't look like a kind person at first glance.
"Sir, what should we do now?" my sister asked tremblingly.
"The turning point is here! We can't leave. I didn't expect that I, Qingyun, would be intercepted by the divine fortune teller and deceived the secrets of heaven. What a strong courage! He actually sacrificed thousands of yuan of Gua sect members for me." Mr. Qing's lips turned white, as if he had lost too much blood.
He took out a few small medicine bottles with shaking hands, poured out the elixirs and stuffed them into his mouth. After a while, he felt better.
"Everything else is a dead end. Only here is there a glimmer of hope!"
he said firmly.
"We can't leave here! It would have been better if the divine fortune teller hadn't taken action before, but at this time he has deceived the secrets of heaven, resulting in chaos and confusion, and everything cannot be seen clearly. The only thing we can rely on is the innate yin and yang fish."
Inside the main hall.
Lin Xin and the old monk stood facing each other.
"Since the monk's cultivation is so exquisite, I might as well guess what I am here for."
Lin Xin no longer regarded the other party as an ordinary monk.
"Why do lay people ask questions when they know it?" the old monk said calmly. "Throughout the line between the thought of killing and the thought of Buddha, what the donor wants is nothing more than the Vajra Relic of our temple."
"Vajra relic?"
Lin Xin was slightly startled, but his face remained calm. Isn't it the Evil God Yuan Fei?
The old monk ignored his reaction.
Instead, the palm of his hand spread out. A delicate jade box suddenly appeared on it. There was something in the box that kept emitting golden light, which seemed to be penetrated at any time, which was extremely dazzling.
Lin Xin stretched out his hand to take a picture. He immediately took the jade box and dropped it in his hand.
When you open the box, the golden light disappears instantly.
There was just a round golden particle like a soybean lying quietly inside. It was no different from an ordinary gemstone.
But under the induction of Lin Xin's secret technique, the relic in front of him was like a torch, constantly burning with fierce flames.
"It seems that regardless of good or evil, as long as it is pure and powerful will combined with essence, it can be the source of my attribute points."
He seemed to understand something in his heart.
What surprised him was that as soon as he came into contact with the relic, he saw that it melted quickly and turned into a pool of golden mucus, which was quickly absorbed into his skin.
Then the free attributes quickly increased by more than a hundred points.
"Sure enough, the relics of our temple are destined to be monks." The old monk looked calm, as if he didn't care about the melting and absorption of the relics.
"Maybe." Lin Xin didn't want to say anything. For some reason, he always felt that after the mucus that the relics turned into was absorbed, his mood seemed to calm down a lot. Although he was still a little manic, he was much better than before.
After carefully feeling the changes in his body, Lin Xin directly added one hundred points to the damage, and the remaining thirty-two points to the constitution.
The attributes become: 883 damage points and 683 constitution.
From the initial more than 100 points, to now, his killing attribute has increased nearly eight times. This terrifying improvement has far exceeded his original expectations.
But he had absorbed so many attributes before, but they all made him feel vaguely, but they were not as wonderful as this time.
"Having been given the opportunity of the Vajra Temple, in return, let's settle our personal grudges somewhere else."
Lin Xin said some incomprehensible words, turned around, and looked out of the hall.
His eyes looked past Mr. Qing and his group standing in the atrium, and instead fell on a figure that appeared silently at the gate.
Mr. Qing and the others thought that their intentions had been discovered. When they saw Lin Xin's eyes sweeping over, their hearts skipped a beat, but they immediately found that Lin Xin's eyes moved over and fell behind them and the others.
Bang!
The temple door was violently knocked open. The door, which had been kicked down once before, finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to pieces on the ground.
Two blue-eyed men wearing white robes, long sleeves and tall hats slowly walked into the door.
"Mr. Qing is here well. This is our second meeting. Luo Cheng is particularly happy."
The two blue-eyed people spoke in unison, as if they were the same person.
"Luo Cheng, the ancestor of the ice machine!" Mr. Qing also didn't expect that there would be another difficult and terrifying character.
This guy doesn't act arrogantly in the Arctic Palace, but asks the ancestors dignifiedly. He actually goes after him personally to kill him to this extent.
Mr. Qing and the three of them obviously looked a bit embarrassed.
Qingyun looked towards Lin Xin unconsciously. The only variable now was the red-armored man in the temple.
I just saw him kill the old guy in front of him in one fell swoop. He must be very powerful and at the top level. If these two people can fight fiercely and cause a conflict between them, it should be the only chance of survival for the three of them this time.
Behind the Bingji Patriarch were the few big men who had escaped just now. These people were actually smart. After welcoming the Huaqing Patriarch just now, they themselves hid far away. They were actually caught.
They dodged a bullet.
Seeing what these people were whispering to the ice machine ancestor, Mr. Qing suddenly had a vague thought in his heart.
Even among the entire Zhongfu Yuanjing, Bingji Patriarch is ranked at the top. He was once the third elder of the Nanfu Suzaku Holy Court, but he was expelled because of his injuries and serious mistakes.
Holy Court.
When he came to Zhongfu, he fought many times with the heirs of a series of major sects in Zhongfu. Even when he faced Zhu Chihuai, who was number one on the Xiuling Ranking, he escaped unscathed.
Later, in a place where ice and snow accumulated all year round, he built a palace, established a sect, and established the North Pole Palace, named the Ice Machine Patriarch.
Unexpectedly, the Red Ridge Sect even pulled this old guy over. This was a top expert who was once a master of Yuanjing. If his power had not been broken, he might still be one of the top elders of the Suzaku Holy Court.
"I didn't expect that the fortune teller even invited you. I'm afraid he spent a lot of money on himself this time." Mr. Qing's expression gradually became colder.
"It's a pity" he changed his expression, "With this friend of mine here, I'm afraid you won't be able to get what you want."
Pretending to be unconscious, his eyes moved to Lin Xin.
"Him?" The ice machine ancestor also followed and looked at Lin Xin. "Did Hua Qing die in his hands? I have seen the previous process. He has good speed and good strength, but he is still a little worse than me.
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"I don't know him at all." Lin Xin frowned slightly. Mr. Qing obviously wanted to draw fire on him. He dragged him into the water inexplicably, which made him a little impatient.
"Don't know? Yes, we really don't know each other." Mr. Qing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. His expression returned to his natural and calm expression.
The more he behaved like this, the more the ice machine ancestor suspected that there was something obviously wrong between the two of them.
"Your Excellency, are you determined to wade into troubled waters this time?" The Ice Machine Ancestor is these two people with two bodies and one soul. At this time, all four blue eyes are focused on Lin Xin.
Lin Xin opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly his expression changed and he sighed softly.
"You'd better leave within three breaths."
As soon as these words came out, it seemed to be a positive response to the ice machine ancestor.
The ancestor's face turned cold, and an ice umbrella suddenly appeared in his hand and turned slowly.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw a look of surprise on Lin Xin's face.
"Forget it, it's too late."
There was a hint of indifference in Lin Xin's eyes. He looked directly past him and looked into the air outside the temple.
Mr. Qing was also puzzled, but immediately, they all understood the meaning of Lin Xin's words.
I saw a golden, fiercely burning huge meteor falling from the sky in the distance and hitting the temple fiercely.
The meteor dragged an extremely long comet tail, surrounded by rings of golden runes. Wherever it passed, the space was faintly distorted and transformed, like broken glass dropping many light spots.
What's even more terrifying is that, at least ten miles away, there is an invisible twisting force that shines through and envelopes the entire Vajra Temple.
An indescribable sense of horror and oppression made all the people in the temple unable to move. It was like falling into glue or extremely viscous pus all at once. Don't say leaving, just blinking. This is abnormal in normal times.
Simple actions now become extremely difficult.
"This is" the face of the ice machine ancestor who was once very familiar with this feeling changed instantly.
"Yuan Jing"
He spat out two words extremely dryly.
Mr. Qing and the other three were also completely unable to move and could only watch the golden meteors falling towards them in the distance.
After hearing the voice of the ancestor of the ice machine, the eyes of the three people also became extremely bad. (To be continued.)