A green figure passed by, it was the graceful Yu Wanning. A punch came and shattered the woman's figure again. Without hesitation, she turned around and punched across the water, immediately smashing the woman's condensed body again. Obliterate it.
"..."
Lin Zhao saw this and was shocked.
Three great Tianyuan realm warriors, how could they not tolerate an inner demon holding an umbrella?!
When he was in Baihua Tianxia, Lin Zhao once faced off against the inner demon Wu Yuanzi who held the umbrella. At that time, Wu Yuanzi was in the eleventh realm, and his energy was more intense than the inner demon of the woman in front of him.
But what really killed Wu Yuanzi was the Dragon-Slaying Sword, not Lin Zhao's own strength. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Lin Zhao, Yu Wanning, Chi Zhongyu, Chu Xiantong and others to kill him at that time. The one who holds the inner demon in the eleventh realm.
In the final analysis, there is only one reason. The demon holding the umbrella is something "beyond the three realms and not in the five elements". Unless the monks in the world are top monks, their offensive cannot instantly wipe out the demon holding the umbrella.
Therefore, although Chen Ben, Yu Wanning, and Chu Yu have repeatedly shattered the illusion of the demon holding the umbrella, the intensity of the demon's flame will be slightly lower every time the woman reunites. In other words, Chen Ben If others continue to punch, they can finally kill this inner demon, but the price paid is not small.
Because every time he kills her, he will be tainted with a small amount of inner demon flames, which in itself is torturing the practice of Chen Ben, Yu Wanning and others. The other party can kill the mountain top garden with only one umbrella holding inner demon. The cultivation of several top martial artists is a sure-fire business.
"Everyone, stay back!"
Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Old Huang!"
As Chen Ben, Yu Wanning, and Chu Yu retreated one after another, a wisp of amber sword energy swept past. It was Lao Huang who drew his sword from the tree on the bank.
As the sword swept across, the woman holding the oil-paper umbrella let out a miserable howl on the lake. Her body was evaporated and corroded bit by bit by the sword energy, and her death was extremely tragic.
"Just wait..."
When she was about to die, she looked at Lin Zhao and others with sharp eyes, and sneered: "The general trend of the world is beyond what you, the ants from the lower world, can contend with!"
Lin Zhao frowned and reconfirmed his thoughts. Lao Huang was in the Ascension Realm. The moment he reached the Thirteenth Realm, Lao Huang's cultivation was actually "beyond the human world". Although he did not ascend, he still struck out Each sword already has some rules of the upper world.
Therefore, looking at the snowy Tianchi, only Huang Tingyu and Gu Lingyu can easily kill the inner demons.
Thinking of the scene he saw in Three Inch Time's flowing water, Lin Zhao's heart became increasingly heavy. In the near future, the Mountain Top Villa will be one of the Thirteen Realms, the more the better!
Perhaps, the world is really going to change.
…
"Whoosh!"
Gardenias and yellow garden trees came together and stood on the lake.
"What's the origin?" Zhi Zhi asked.
"A ray of inner demons holding an umbrella."
Lin Zhao frowned and said, "Old Huang, did you feel anything when you killed her with one sword just now?"
"A little."
Huang Tingyu said calmly: "It looks easy to kill the body of a demon holding an umbrella, but it is not so easy to kill her origin. In fact, I had to use my second sword to kill just now. Hers is a sword that you cannot see."
Zhi Zhi shuddered slightly and frowned slightly.
Although she is at the pinnacle of the Twelve Realm, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is separated from the Thirteenth Realm Sword Cultivator by a mountain. If she fights Huang Tingyu at this time, there is no chance of winning. At most, Gaozhi can only stand. On the mountainside, Huang Tingyu was already standing on the top of the mountain.
"knew."
Lin Zhao was secretly afraid. Fortunately, he brought Huang Tingyu with him on this trip, otherwise it might be quite troublesome. What's even more troublesome is that he doesn't know how many such umbrella-wielding inner demons are left in the world. If there are too many, I'm afraid The entire monks in the lower realm will be sown with inner demons, and the world will never recover from this.
"Continue to practice boxing and don't get distracted."
Lin Zhao frowned slightly and said: "Even if the demon holding the umbrella comes, we have Lao Huang."
"Um!"
Yu Wanning, Chen Ben and others all nodded.
Huang Tingyu picked his nose, turned back to the tree, and continued to sleep.
Lin Zhao stood on the deserted ferry, his fists moving rhythmically. He turned to look at Gao Zhi, and saw a little hesitation in Gao Zhi's beautiful eyes. Lin Zhao was relieved and said with a smile: "Are you thinking about the Thirteenth Realm?"
"Um."
Gao Zhi said softly: "Sir, in fact, I am now like Tang Guangjun. After being tempered by Lin Wanhua, the master of the Fusu Great Wall, Gao Zhi's sword heart has become stronger and I already have the foundation to enter the Thirteenth Realm. And after entering the Thirteenth Realm, it won’t be a bad Thirteenth Realm.”
“So best.”
"only……"
Zhizhi bit her red lips lightly and said: "Confucianism, military strategism, Taoism, and Mohism have all set rules. The thirteenth level sword cultivator in the human race must ascend if he breaks through the level, otherwise the world will no longer be able to retain the luck of swordsmanship. ,so……"
"It doesn't matter."
Lin Zhaodao: "Rules are dead, but people are alive. What's more, the rules at that time may not be applicable at this time. You should practice well first, and I will tell you when I need you to break through."
"Okay, thank you sir!"
"Thank you for what..."
Lin Zhao turned around and looked at Zhi Zhi, looking at the female sword fairy with only one arm left, as if he saw the immature girl sword fairy embryo in the mountain top garden back then. He couldn't help but laugh: "Silly girl, it's me who wants to Thank you. Without you, I would have lost a right-hand man."
Zhizhi's eyes turned red: "Well..."
Lin Zhao's words are more useful than a thousand words and everything.
…
The world of monsters, the forest sea in the east.
A young swordsman in an ivy-colored gown carries a sword on his back and rides a donkey as he walks among the mountains.
After Lin Zhujie studied with his husband Gu Lingyu for a period of time, he decided to travel around a bit before going back to study. He asked his husband for advice on this matter, and Gu Lingyu readily agreed. Learning is not a self-respecting thing, so go out and see more. It is very necessary to increase one’s knowledge about mountains and rivers.
What's more, although Lin Zhujie has a desire to learn, he is a sword cultivator in the Twelfth Realm after all. His knowledge and realm need to be polished. It is difficult to read a sword cultivator in the Thirteenth Realm.
In the morning, the rain and dew were falling drop by drop in the forest, and Lin Zhujie did not show any cultivation. He let the dew drop drop by drop hit his body, giving him a lazy feeling.
He suddenly sniffed his nose, and there was a strong smell of blood coming from the front, so he immediately patted the wild donkey's butt and let it fend for itself, while he pulled out his long sword and landed on the hillside in front of him. .
When Lin Zhujie looked down, he saw a scene like purgatory on earth. At the foot of the mountain was an earth and stone castle. It was supposed to be a popular place, but at this time there were corpses everywhere. They were a fox tribe and another bear tribe. In the tribal battle, both sides suffered almost all casualties, and both sides suffered losses.
Lin Zhujie frowned. The last time he walked through this section of the eastern forest sea, he had seen those monster monks from the Bear Clan and the Fox Clan. They were all kind-hearted and even drank tea and discussed Taoism together. But now, the two of them
The clan actually killed so relentlessly.
This matter is very strange.
Lin Zhujie squinted his eyes and used the cultivation of the Great Sword Immortal of the Twelve Realms. He immediately saw that the corpses were covered with layers of brilliant black flames. It was almost impossible to catch them with the naked eye. These black flames were little by little.
It rises, condenses in the air, and then disperses with the wind.
It's the inner demon flame.
In an instant, Lin Zhujie could conclude that the inner demons of Tianwaitian had penetrated into the human world, and were now even raging in the hinterland of the demon world.
"That's not good!"
He frowned, and immediately raised his long sword, raising wisps of sword steel, crushing all the inner demon flames lingering on the corpse, and then the sword floated away.
At noon, Lin Zhujie walked to a simple wine shop in the mountains and sat down to drink and eat something.
On the side, there are two diners, both dressed in young clothes. One of them is a wild boar spirit from the Eight Realms, who transformed into a young martial artist wearing a gray short shirt, and the other is a green bamboo spirit, who turned into a spirit and transformed into a body.
A seven-level sword cultivator wearing a blue gown.
A monster and a spirit walk side by side in the world of monsters. Such combinations are common in the world of monsters, and they also form the world of monsters, as well as their customs and customs.
Lin Zhujie was sullen, just drinking and eating meat, and was too lazy to listen to the two people's chatter.
Not long after, a figure came from the distance, it was a middle-aged man.
It was obviously a sunny day, but he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, wearing a gray and white gown, and carrying a bookcase behind him. He looked like a wandering scholar, but Lin Zhujie couldn't feel anything about this man.
It doesn't have the aura of a scholar, not even the aura of a human being.
"boss."
The middle-aged man put the oil-paper umbrella away on the table and said with a smile: "Cut two kilograms of beef and get a kilogram of wine."
"Okay, sir, wait a moment."
At a glance, Lin Zhujie saw that the inner side of the oil-paper umbrella was sewn and patched. It seemed that there were many names on it, and those names... were the names of demon monks, and even one of them, Lin Zhujie, had dealt with them.
The owner's natal aura remains in the name.
"snort……"
The middle-aged man patted the oil-paper umbrella, and suddenly wisps of invisible black air spread from the handle of the umbrella, and in a blink of an eye, it penetrated into the eyebrows of the wild boar spirit and the green bamboo demon.
"friend."
Lin Zhujie stood up slowly. The moment he stood up, two sword beams burst out, directly shattering the two black energy. He looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "I really think there is no one left in the world of the demon clan."
ah?"
"have a finger in the pie?"
The middle-aged man waved his palm and opened the oil-paper umbrella. Wisps of black arrogance lingered all over his body. He floated up and said with a smile: "If you really want to meddle in other people's business, go to another place and don't ruin this place."
Two high-quality puppet embryos."
"Puppet embryo?"
The green bamboo demon frowned, confused.
The wild boar spirit also looked confused.
"You drink."
Lin Zhujie smiled slightly: "Please let me solve it."
As he spoke, Lin Zhujie rose into the wind and followed the middle-aged man into the depths of the mountains.
