After staying in Xijianjiang for a few days, Lin Zhao had sufficiently cultivated the military spirit in his chest and began to travel again. He said goodbye to his "aunt" Lin Xingchu, the goddess of Xijiangjiang. Although Lin Xingchu repeatedly tried to persuade her to stay, she also took out a large amount of money.
The treasures collected by Duijiang God wanted to be given to Lin Zhao, but Lin Zhao declined them all. He was not rewarded for his efforts. It was not appropriate to bother him here for many days, and it was even more unreasonable to accept gifts again.
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The next day.
Lin Zhao left Xijianjiang River and arrived at a bamboo forest. It was getting late and there was heavy snowfall in the sky. It was impossible to light a torch and walk at night, so Lin Zhao could only find a place to stay for the night, but there was nowhere in the bamboo forest.
But it can be said that it is impossible to build a temporary tent in the heavy snow, and even the body of a Six Realm martial artist may not be able to withstand the biting cold wind.
"Let's take a closer look..."
Lin Zhao frowned and continued walking with the bamboo box and ancient sword on his back, hoping to move around more in the snowy night to warm up his body, otherwise this night would probably be quite uncomfortable.
After walking not far, there seemed to be a building that was vaguely shadowy in the snowy night, making no sound in the snowy night.
"Is there someone there?"
The young man was overjoyed. He immediately lifted the bamboo box upwards and ran over quickly. Amidst the rustling footsteps, he was a little disappointed when he came to the front of the building. It was just a shrine. It was not big and square.
, the outer wall is seriously damaged and has been in disrepair for hundreds of years. It is a blessing that it has not collapsed yet.
Lin Zhao carried the bamboo box into the ancestral hall and squinted his eyes. He saw that the tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall had long disappeared. There was only a wooden statue inside, which looked like a middle-aged man. The rest were nothing. Fortunately,
The four walls of the Yin Temple were still in good condition, barely able to block the wind and snow, so I could only survive here that night.
The young man was a little worried. After putting down the bamboo box, he took out the cloth curtain and spread it on the ground, barely making a dry and warm bed. Then he walked outside, found a pile of dry branches, came back, and lit a fire in the ancestral hall.
Then I found a pheasant caught on the road from a bamboo box and cooked a pot of chicken soup, then baked some flatbreads and there was a complete meal.
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After eating and drinking, Lin Zhao added firewood, held the ancient sword in his arms and lay down to sleep. He looked up at the wooden statue of the Yin Temple and frowned. He always felt like someone was staring at him.
"Is there really a ghost?"
The young man felt terrified.
In the middle of the night, Lin Zhao was sleeping hazily. Suddenly he heard a woman crying outside. He suddenly lost all sleep. This was strange. There were almost no living people living in the thousands of miles north of the Fusu Great Wall. Even if there were some, there were no living people.
How come there are some merchants, rangers and the like, and a woman is crying outside this ghost temple that has been abandoned for many years in the middle of the night?
"call……"
It’s you who found yourself!
Although Lin Zhao was afraid of ghosts, he was not afraid of trouble. He quickly took out two silver demon-suppressing charms from his arms, and pasted them on the front door and back wall of the Yin Temple with two "pop" sounds, and frowned.
, carrying the ancient sword on his back and carrying the Centurion's Long Sword of the Pioneer Camp, he said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Stop pretending to be a ghost and come out?!"
There was no sound outside, and the woman's cry disappeared.
Lin Zhao pulled a burning branch from the fire, held it up and walked out of the door. With his eyebrows furrowed, he inspected everything outside. There was nothing but the falling snow and the howling cold wind, but he could clearly feel it.
Something is staring at him. This kind of perception coming from a martial artist and a swordsman cannot be wrong.
So, he sheathed the long sword, took out a tracking charm from his arms, and ignited it by rubbing it with his index finger and thumb. He sent the tracking charm forward and shouted: "Since you can't come out by yourself, then you have no choice but to
I came out to find you myself!"
"Shua——"
The tracking charm flew away in the snow, tracking the yin energy.
Lin Zhao quickly followed.
About four hundred meters away, the tracking talisman burned out, and Lin Zhao immediately burned the second tracking talisman. At this moment, he could already feel the Yin Qi getting closer and closer.
A piece of bamboo leaves covering each other opened, and a figure in red appeared in front of her. She had an ethereal figure, and she was a female ghost in red.
"Don't be a fool!"
Lin Zhao raised his hand and threw the torch over. At the same time, he raised his finger to send out a ray of spiritual energy. The torch immediately ignited the spiritual energy and illuminated the surrounding bamboo forest with a "flood". The female ghost's true face was also illuminated by the spiritual energy.
It was revealed that she was a rather delicate woman, but she was filled with a lot of yin energy. She cried so hard that she said: "Sir, save me...save me..."
"save you?"
Lin Zhao frowned: "You lured me here from the temple, just to harm me, and you want me to save you?"
"He He……"
The female ghost in red cried miserably, and Qiqi Ai Ai said: "He... he is using me... to harm... to harm... the young master, hurry up... leave quickly..."
"Um?!"
Lin Zhao suddenly raised his face and saw a figure falling from the sky. It was a ghost. The whole body was filled with ghost energy that was dozens of times more powerful than the female ghost. A white bone sharp claw struck the young man's face fiercely.
"I knew it!"
Lin Zhao instantly ignited a divine speed talisman, and his whole body was filled with the spirit of the horse-winding fist fist. While his feet were stepping on the snow and retreating quickly, he punched out and faced the opponent's bone-white claws.
After a dull collision, Lin Zhao felt that his whole palm was numb, and his figure "kick, kick, kick" retreated on the snow, but the other party seemed to be fine, and landed on Lin Zhao's shoulder with a claw in the air, tearing it apart immediately.
He took off his clothes and left a bloody mark on the young man's shoulder. Even the protective fists of the six-level warriors couldn't withstand it!
The other party landed on a bamboo branch bent by the snow, his figure was rising and falling, a pair of blood-colored eyes stared at Lin Zhao under the cloak, and said with a smile: "I thought Jiuzhangyuan used a trick to annihilate eight thousand elite demon clans
How amazing this person is, it turns out that he is just like this..."
"you?"
Lin Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows, looked at the other party's terrifying pale face, and said coldly: "Ghost monk?"
"Hey, you guessed it right, so what?"
The ghost monk's body sank slightly, and he said with a smile: "Your head is very valuable. The big demon Jade Demon has offered a reward of one thousand gold coins to buy your head. If I kill you, I will use the gold coins for the rest of my life."
You can also make a stack of upper five realms!"
This man looked desolate and dilapidated, and he was undoubtedly a monk of the ghost clan. Those inhuman ghouls, ghost soldiers, etc. were actually just puppets refined by such people.
It's just that this person's realm is so high, the Eighth Realm Golden Elixir!
With Lin Zhao's strength, it is okay to defeat the Seventh Realm, but it will be too difficult to defeat the Eighth Realm that has already formed the golden elixir.
…
So, the young man quietly lit up the second divine speed talisman. He must fight quickly, otherwise he will definitely die if he consumes it. In such life-threatening situations, Sister Bai in the sword will never interfere, as if she is an iron
It's the same as trying to sharpen your mind. If you can't pass it, you'll die and just find another sword master.
In an instant, Lin Zhao flew close to the ground like a snake!
"oh!?"
The ghost cultivator was slightly startled, and was already hit by a horse-winding fist in the abdomen, followed by punches on the waist, chest, and neck. The young man stirred up the heavy snow in the bamboo forest and attacked like crazy, all over his body.
The power of his fists overflowed, each punch hitting harder than the last, so that the ghost cultivator could only wave his arms to block in a short period of time, and had no power to fight back at all.
"enough!"
After a few breaths, the golden elixir energy in the ghost cultivator's chest became stronger and stronger. He suddenly opened his arms, and the yin energy in his body overflowed, condensing into white bone shields that lingered around him, and Lin Zhao landed a punch.
At that moment, it was like being blasted into an extremely cold abyss, filled with ghostly energy, and the skin and flesh of the fist were instantly torn apart.
This level of defense is no longer something that Six Realm warriors can break through.
"Not good!"
As Lin Zhao pulled away and retreated, he suddenly lit up a silver evil-breaking talisman. Suddenly, a wisp of military energy burst out from the talisman's gall bladder, transforming into dozens of golden-armored cavalry holding spears and flying out across the sky, striking straight at them.
Penetrating the body of this eighth-level ghost monk, the ghost was knocked back continuously for a while, with a rather complicated look on his face.
"how come?!"
One Evil-Breaking Talisman actually smashed all the bone shields of the Eight Realm Ghost Slim Zhou. At this time, Lin Zhao lit the second Evil-Breaking Talisman.
"Don't even think about it!"
The ghost cultivator roared angrily, raised his hands to both sides, and roared: "You lonely ghosts, since there is no point in living, just come and be my meal!"
Suddenly, wisps of dark energy lingered in all directions. They were countless innocent souls who died in the bamboo forest. They were refined and swallowed by the ghost one by one. In the bamboo forest, the female ghost in red turned pale and was also sucked straight towards the ghost.
Xiu, and Lin Zhao couldn't save those invisible ghosts, he could only save this one. He stepped forward and grabbed the female ghost's neck with one open hand, and pressed her hard against a thick bamboo.
"Hero saves beauty?!"
His back suddenly trembled, he had been hit by the ghost cultivator's claws, and there was a burning pain in his back shoulder.
Lin Zhao turned around and punched out, barely blocking the ghost cultivator.
"Son..."
The female ghost cried till the pear blossoms were wet with rain.
"Why don't you get out!?"
Lin Zhao roared angrily: "Get as far away as possible. No matter whether I live or die, you can't follow him to do evil in the future!"
"Sir, I have written it down..."
The female ghost burst into tears and scattered them in the wind.
…
Lin Zhao once again ignited a divine speed talisman and punched "pengpengpengpeng", but this time the punch only had the wind of the fist, but no fist, and kept blowing away the dark innocent souls in the bamboo forest. He could save one by one, anyway, he
There was definitely no way he could leave today. A head worth a thousand gold mullet was so rare and expensive that he wanted to sell it, not to mention the eighth-level golden elixir ghost cultivator, so he would not let him go.
"People like you!"
The ghost cultivator laughed, and punched Lin Zhao with his white bone claws again. The shock caused Lin Zhao to smash into a bamboo forest. He staggered back to the road behind him and said with a smile: "It is difficult to protect yourself, but I still want to save him."
Humans? Tsk, tsk, is this what humans call chivalry? Bah! People like you are hateful when alive, but pitiful when dead!"
…
The young man was breathing heavily, clenching his bloody fists, with pure fist energy flowing all over his body. He looked at this ghost cultivator with a pair of eyes. Even if he died, he would definitely die standing. No matter how much background he could defeat this ghost cultivator.
How much, if you risk your whole life and exchange six realms for eight realms, I will make a profit!
But at this moment, the wind was blowing behind him. Lin Zhao glanced out of the corner of his eye and was shocked.
One after another, figures of cavalry appeared behind Lin Zhao.
They were wearing strong armor and had no vitality on their bodies. They held sharp swords and spears in their hands, and rode batches of shadowy white-bone war horses. Each one of them was filled with the aura of the battlefield.
"Xia Clan..."
One of the leaders, Yinwu, gently raised his sword and said: "The 24th Regiment of White Deer Cavalry, Qingzi Camp, is ordered to kill demons and subjugate demons!"
