After the golden light flew out from the body of the monk in the concentration stage, the seven-colored light curtain captured it and entered the soul-killing bell.
The Soul-Destroying Bell had no further instructions from its master, and just floated in mid-air, its colorful divine light gradually fading away.
At this time, Zheng Lin's whole body was wrapped in the divine light released by the battle suit, but the divine talisman caused the suit to squeeze him hard. After the golden light in front of him dissipated, he felt that all the bones in his chest were broken, and he was breathless.
The blood also stagnated.
Fortunately, the control of the life lock is no longer what it used to be. Under the control of the weapon spirit, Zheng Lin's divine power was not affected. He just vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and his face turned slightly pale. Just now, he was really frightened.
Trembling, the attack power that the divine talisman unleashed in an instant was definitely stronger than Lord Fenghuang's full blow, and even ordinary immortal weapons probably couldn't withstand it.
"Are you okay?"
Zheng Lin steadied himself and heard King Peng talking behind him, and then he remembered that there was an oil bottle behind him.
"It's okay. I was too careless just now. I didn't expect this guy to have such a good thing. If not... forget it, let's go to Phoenix Star first. Don't let Xiao Ling and the Great Elder wait in a hurry." Zheng Lin turned around and said to
King Peng said something.
King Peng didn't say anything else. He secretly marveled at how powerful Zheng Lin was. He was able to easily defeat three or four cultivators by himself, but Zheng Lin single-handedly defeated more than twenty cultivators and even captured him alive.
For a guy who looks like a leader, the difference is too obvious.
There is no one alive on the Peng King Planet, there is smoke everywhere, there is no trace of nostalgia anymore, there is only deep hatred.
Zheng Lin brought King Peng back to Phoenix Star. When Xiao Ling saw it, sister Xiao Ling threw herself into Zheng Lin's arms. Apparently, she had been worried after Zheng Lin left. At this time, she saw Zheng Lin taking King Peng Anran.
Once you return, your heart will be at peace.
The Phoenix Star was not attacked again, and the Great Elder Fen Principle was guarding the nirvana little Phoenixes in the Holy Land.
Half of the sycamore forest has been burned cleanly, and only a few long-standing and high-quality sycamore trees still stand proudly on the ground, like mountains that have not been shaken for hundreds of millions of years, majestic and vicissitudes of life.
The sycamore tree where Master Fenghuang lived before was naturally intact under the fire of war. Zheng Lin and Xiao Ling entered it with King Peng.
Looking at the rope on King Peng's body, Zheng Lin was very helpless and tried to break it with force. Not to mention whether it could be broken or not, King Peng would definitely be hurt.
After thinking for a while, Zheng Lin took out the Soul-Destroying Bell again, but the soul of the monk in the Concentration Stage was already gone, his whole body was turned into a pool of blood, and the energy contained in it had long been absorbed by the Soul-Destroying Bell.
At this moment, Zheng Lin couldn't help but think of Xiao Hei, and how he bit the long green rope in the demon clan's cell, and felt a little uncomfortable. Xiao Hei and he were like brothers, and they would never leave each other.
, after being separated for such a long time, although I won’t worry about it being in danger, I still feel like something is missing without Xiao Hei in my arms.
"When everything is over, I will take Sister Xiao Ling with me to find Xiao Hei. That kid's skill has increased too fast, so it's better not to ascend in advance." Zheng Lin silently calculated in his heart.
"Brother Zheng Lin, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?" Xiao Ling asked with concern when she saw that Zheng Lin was absent-minded and had a strange expression on his face.
Zheng Lin came back to his senses, smiled slightly, touched Xiao Ling's smooth and jade-like forehead, and said, "No, I just think of Xiao Hei."
In the days after Xiao Ling was reborn, Zheng Lin naturally would not forget to introduce Xiao Hei to Xiao Ling, so Xiao Ling was very interested and said: "Brother Zheng Lin, let's go find Xiao Hei in a few days. I really want to think about it."
Look what it looks like."
Zheng Lin nodded and was about to speak again, but King Peng on the side said sadly: "Sister Xiao Ling, shouldn't you think more about how to untie this rope? Your uncle Peng and I are suffering right now.
"
Xiao Ling smiled, held Zheng Lin's arm affectionately, and said: "This is something I, brother Zheng Lin, can consider, I don't care!"
King Peng was immediately choked, shook his head and sighed: "Human beings often say that women are not good enough to stay. Now it seems that this sentence is also suitable for the beautiful daughter of the sky of my bird family."
Xiao Ling didn't understand this sentence. She knew in her heart that she was blaming herself. Seeing that King Peng was really pitiful, she didn't refute it.
Zheng Lin took out the storage ring of the concentrating monk, along with the long sword.
The long sword, the rope, and the soul-killing bell are the same. They are all artifacts without spirit. They are also cultivated by divine energy for a long time. The refining techniques and materials themselves are not too heaven-defying.
However, the divine sword is not bad. Although its real quality is not as good as the ice-type treasure, in Zheng Lin's hands it is more useful than the silver-white spear, and the power it can exert is also stronger. For Zheng Lin who currently does not have a suitable weapon,
Words are of some use.
Add a drop of essence and blood, and after the divine sword recognizes its owner, Zheng Lin will take it into his body for sacrifice.
Just as Zheng Lin finished his action, King Peng suddenly felt something in his heart. He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a drop of blood into the rope.
Seeing this, Zheng Lin laughed out loud. King Peng looked suspicious, but then he realized that his drop of blood did not sink into the rope, but dripped after a short pause on the rope.
Go down.
"By the way, this broken rope was sacrificed by that old bastard Shi Xuan. He should have recognized him as his master." King Peng finally understood and couldn't help but cursed, "Damn it, this old bastard
, it’s really abominable!”
Zheng Linze said: "If the owner of the magic weapon dies, you should have thought of how the power of the magic weapon still exists. Now, the only way is to capture or kill that Shi Xuan. I just tried it, and the rope
The formation inside is too advanced, and I can’t find the soul power to cast it inside, so I can’t force it to release its master.”
At this moment, Elder Fenyuan stepped into the tree house. After hearing Zheng Lin's words, he said: "I will go on this trip. The Phoenix Star will be left to you."
Zheng Lin knew that Fen Yuan could not let go of the attacks on Phoenix Star and Peng King Star, but he still cautiously reminded: "Let me go. If we encounter a large number of god cultivators again, I am afraid it will be very dangerous. I have a battle suit."
Protection, it’s still very safe.”
Fen Yuan knew that Zheng Lin meant well and was not looking down on his strength, but he stubbornly said: "You have helped me a lot with the Bird Clan. This time I must personally take off the head of Mr. Shixuan."
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After saying that, Fenyuan jumped away and left.
After that, Zheng Lin and the other three waited silently in the tree house. In the meantime, Xiao Ling went to the Holy Land several times with Zheng Lin.
One day later, King Peng suddenly found that the rope that bound him was loose. After a slight struggle, the rope fell off immediately. The three of them knew that this meant that Shi Xuan had been killed.
Three full days passed before Elder Fenyuan returned to Phoenix Star, all red in blood. As soon as he opened the door of the tree house, Zheng Lin and the other three felt a foul smell coming towards their faces, and they all looked at it in astonishment.
With Fenyuan.
Fen Yuan's hair was disheveled, with drops of blood still flowing on the tips of his hair. His old face could no longer be seen clearly, and his white robe turned into red.
With Fenyuan's cultivation of the Nine Tribulations Loose Demons, even if they were fighting, they would not end up in such a bloody state. Obviously, he must have killed without mercy, and the enemy was very weak, so he did not release the demonic energy outside.
He had to use all his strength to defend himself, and ended up in such a situation, as ferocious as a demon that had just crawled out of the sea of blood.
Even though Zheng Lin and Peng Wang had been fighting for a long time, when they saw this, they couldn't help but feel numb. Sister Xiao Ling even exclaimed and buried her little head in Zheng Lin's arms.
"Great Elder, is Shi Xuan dead?" King Peng asked tentatively, his voice was very low, because he felt his chest felt tight under Fen Yuan's evil spirit that penetrated his body.
"Dead, haha, they are all dead, they all deserve to die!" Fen Yuan's voice trembled slightly.