Not only did he block it, the corpse Taoist was already thinking about how to escape.
It's impossible not to run away. If he continues to be entangled in this, he himself will be damaged here.
"Walk!"
The corpse Taoist is worthy of being an old monster that has existed for hundreds of years. At this moment, when he saw that the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, he immediately turned around and ran away.
When he came this time, he was fully prepared. Even if he didn't succeed, he would still have a way out.
This cloud of death and ashes filling the sky is his retreat.
These death clouds are produced from the bodies of zombie dragon beasts and are extremely domineering. After being touched by living things, they will be sucked into mummies in a short time and can corrode everything.
At this moment, the corpse Taoist noticed the time and was the first to dive into the death cloud and disappeared.
This time it was like a fish entering the sea, and all of a sudden there was no trace of it.
The zombie dragon beasts were also surrounded by death clouds, forcing the siege away, and they also escaped into the death clouds. Not only them, but the corpse Taoist's voice came out at this time, and the masters he brought also immediately fled into the death clouds,
They all have special magic weapons in their hands that are not corroded by the Death Cloud.
The next moment, the death cloud floated into the distance and slowly dissipated.
Seeing that Zhao Jingyan, Zhang'er and the others were planning to pursue and fight fiercely, Lin Jin said: "Come back, don't chase after the poor bandits!"
There is really no need to pursue.
Even if they caught up, it would still be troublesome if they couldn't break through the opponent's death cloud barrier, and to be honest, the zombies and the zombie dragon beasts were really powerful. If it hadn't been for the Xuanwu Demon to take action this time, the outcome might not have been decided so quickly.
But no matter what, this crisis has come to an end.
The corpse Taoist here didn't get any advantage, and neither did his men. Lin Jinyi asked, many good people died in the Evil Taoist Appraisal Conference this time, but Yan Jianshi escaped.
Lin Jin also expected this.
As expected, Yan Jianshi is a disciple taught by the Corpse Taoist. He must have two brushes. After all, he is a serious Four-Huan Jianshi, and he can't be killed so easily.
However, it is said that he was also injured by Master Yang Ming. Although he did not get revenge, he at least got some interest back.
At this moment, when the clouds opened and the sun appeared, Lin Jin also used the pregnant water treasure armor to forcibly gather the clouds and mist water vapor. He showed off his magic power of summoning rain and washed away the bad luck in the city, which also won a lot of admiration.
Others didn't know that this was the magical power of the Pregnant Water Treasure Armor, and thought it was the curator's power, but they were all shocked.
This time, thanks to the Xuanwu Demon, although after the death cloud dispersed, the Xuanwu Demon immediately hid his figure, and finally returned to Tianxuan Emperor Feng Junwu at some unknown time and transformed back into the harmless and ordinary little official.
Lin Jin also stepped on the clouds and walked down first to thank Emperor Tianxuan and the junior officials.
They came to help this time. After all, the corpse Taoist actually came for him, and Tianxuan and the Academy were just implicated.
Emperor Tianxuan laughed. He had already made up his mind to make friends with the curator, so of course he responded happily. What Feng Junwu thought was very simple. This curator is very important. There was Daluo Temple before and Phoenix Palace after that. These two are comparable.
The existence of superior powers has a close relationship with the curator. The chief commander of the Phoenix Palace actually traveled thousands of miles to come to help. I believe that if time permits, it is possible for the curator to summon the eminent monks of Daluo Temple.
In this way, Tianxuan can naturally make such allies.
After all, even a behemoth like Tianxuan, who is extremely powerful in the land of Central Continent, will sometimes be in trouble, and it will depend on how many people can come to help.
Making friends with the curator is equivalent to making friends with Daluo Temple and Phoenix Palace. This deal is quite cost-effective.
So Tianxuan Emperor Feng Junwu was certainly happy.
"I have only heard about the curator's power before, but when I saw it today, it is indeed extraordinary. I think the curator can be compared with the Tao Lord back then." Tianxuan Emperor Feng Junwu said at this time.
He is the emperor of Tianxuan, and his words are not nonsense. If word spreads, at least the metropolis in Zhongzhou will put the curator and the Tao Lord on the same level.
This is a great honor.
It was also the goodwill expressed by Feng Junwu.
"Your Majesty is so complimentary. I didn't take any action just now. It was thanks to the righteousness of friends from all sides that we defeated the powerful enemy." Lin Jin's tone was kind and very humble.
However, this humility can easily be understood as another kind of 'humility'.
Next comes the courtesy and etiquette on the scene.
Before, Lin Jin came just to borrow Daojun's Heavenly Book, but now he also read the Heavenly Book, and after experiencing this fight and fighting, the relationship between them actually took a step forward, so Feng Junwu said that he wanted to entertain the curator, and Lin Jin did not refuse.
At this time, Shuxiaolou came over and stared at the masked Lin Jin for a long time before asking: "Director, where is your apprentice?"
Of course she was asking about Lin Jin.
Regarding this kind of question, Lin had already prepared a plan. No matter who was asking, they just said that they had arranged to do something, so most people would not ask in detail.
But Shu Xiaolou is not among these people.
"Then what on earth did Lin Jin go to do?" Shuxiaolou was indeed the same person who wanted to ask the question.
Lin Qin had a deep understanding of this point early on.
Just because of the familiarity, Lin Jin knew how to answer Shu Xiaolou at this time: "It's better to wait until he comes back and ask him."
After saying that, Lin Jin hurriedly ran to chat with Feng Junwu. At this time, it was obviously much easier to chat with Feng Junwu, a bad old man, than with Shu Xiaolou.
As expected, the latter did not ask any more questions. He probably planned to pursue Lin Jin with questions after he came back.
Lin Jin knew this very well, but he had no choice but to do it. He had grown this bitter fruit himself and would have to taste it himself sooner or later.
Feng Junwu obviously regarded the 'curator' as an honored guest, and Zhao Jingyan from the Phoenix Palace and Shu Xiaolou also sat at the table together. This kind of battle had never happened before.
During the dinner, Feng Junwu naturally asked about the contents of Daojun's Heavenly Book.
Because the above text has been confirmed that only the curator may be able to understand it.
Regarding Daojun's Heavenly Book, Lin Jin only responded that it was Daojun's autobiography of some of his life. Of course, it was actually not just that. Daojun's Heavenly Book contained not only autobiography, but also many secrets in the world, and even some treasures.
The hidden location of the magic weapon left by He Daojun.
These are all pieces of information that are as valuable as real money.
Naturally, you can't tell others about this. Otherwise, if it was just a few autobiographies, how could Lin Jin read it for two days and two nights?
He is remembering.
Fortunately, he had written down all the contents verbatim, and was waiting for an opportunity to pick them up one by one.
As for some exercises and cultivation techniques, they are also priceless treasures, but relatively speaking, Lin Jin feels that such things should vary from person to person.
Just like Dao Lord, his most powerful boxing technique is called the 'Fan Tian Fist'. This magical power that is almost a martial art is not suitable for Lin Jin.