Immortal Sword Master

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The sword gas actually penetrated the purple gas directly, as if it was just a shadow illusion. It was just a physical Linger at this time. After being wrapped by the purple gas, it turned into the same unreal body.

But Jian Qi didn't seem to be completely ineffective. A deep blood stain slowly appeared on Ling'er's face, directly from her chin to her forehead, and almost destroyed an eye. Directly shattered her original beauty.

"Oh?" Lin Xin was a little surprised this time. "Did you even think I would do anything with her?"

He looked back at Mr. Qing's body.

This guy's body was divided into two, and all the internal organs, including the brain, were cut with a sword from the middle. At this point he slowly fell to the ground, but until his death, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Lin Xin seemed to understand something. This guy may have been attracting his attention in the beginning. The abacus was to send his maid away. At the last minute, he had no other wish.

"No wonder this little guy finally screamed so exhausted."

Lin Xin has gathered a lot of magical qi again, and he will try to see if this purple qi does not work for him by any means, as Mr. Qing said before.

Huh!

Suddenly a golden light came from the side. Hit fiercely on the magical energy he gathered, and shake it directly.

"Who!?"

Taking advantage of this moment, the purple gas suddenly wrapped around Linger disappeared suddenly, as if moving in an instant, leaving the place.

Lin Xin scattered his magic sword and looked around the originally peaceful and peaceful King Kong Temple.

Half of the temple hall collapsed, and the surrounding walls were all shattered. The ground paved with bluestone slabs was cracked directly in the east and west.

To his surprise, the old monk was sitting unscathed cross-legged in the other half of the hall, right in front of the golden Buddha statue. Silently chanting the scriptures.

"Resident, you have to deal with others ... and why not do everything?"

The old monk looked peaceful.

"The monk is kind-hearted, but it will naturally be rooted after cutting the grass, not to mention that they do it to me first. As a matter of course, I have no need to let it survive."

Lin Xin explained the same look naturally.

"The layman is overkill," said the monk lightly.

"It's the monk's nosy business." Lin Xin laughed. This monk looked a little inscrutable. He wasn't sure what the other side's cultivation was. Just now he saw him and Kun Ji's deathmatch. This guy dare to interfere.

He couldn't hold each other's details for a while. Think about it. After all, he lost his magic.

"Forget it, on King Kong's relic side, let the matter stop. The monk should do it for himself."

He turned around and walked in the direction it came.

Behind him was the quiet and peaceful voice of the old monk.

"Residents have a relationship with my Buddhist gate, or one day. Eventually, they will put down the butcher knife. Unfortunately ... the monk will never see that day again."

Lin Xin suddenly stopped and looked back at the old monk. The other side had closed his eyes and sat still, without any breath of life.

"Actually?"

He now understood that the Buddha statue in the hall was not left untouched, but it was probably the result of the monk exhausting his cultivation and protecting it.

The last time he just dispelled his magical energy, it should be his last bit of power exhausted, so he sat down completely.

My heart felt slightly weird.

He also couldn't understand that these believers actually wanted to protect the Buddha and a person who had nothing to do with himself. I exhausted my life to cultivate.

"Is this a monk who died fast since ancient times?"

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and dark clouds suddenly rose under his feet. He flew towards him in the distance.

Next, since I know that Kun Ji is the demon emperor of Fanjingshan and has been chased for so long, wouldn't it be uneconomical if he didn't give something back?

However, there are some preparations to be done before rushing to pay back the gift.

The blood of Wan Shagong, the giant corpse of his body, was insufficient, and he could not continue to replenish it. He absorbed other blood and had too many impurities. Instead, it hinders physical practice.

"Perhaps you should get some special treasure you need."

Standing in the magic cloud, Lin Xin reached out and took out a mask and put it on his face. All the armor that had been ripped off was put away, and he changed into an armor robe that was previously unknown to anyone. They are all black, just in line with the standard monk identity monks.

"On the information collection map of Yuandou Mozong, there should be a black market trading point nearby, but you can go and see if there is anything worth buying."

Before he came out, he also found a lot of map data about the terrain and power distribution of Zhongfu from Yuandou Mozong. It's all in my head.

There is a large black market trading point nearby, because it is in the gap between the Xianmeng and Redridge Gate forces. So with or without interoperability and mutual complementarity, this black market business is also getting bigger and bigger.

Moreover, there are very few rumors about the accident. Obviously, the forces behind the black market are strong enough to ensure transaction security.

There are a lot of storage spaces, rings, crystals, and pockets in the lower body. There are many monks' items in them, some are rare, but many are precious and abnormal. Fey's premium items.

Normally, he was not interested in taking it with him.

Sorting things one by one, he planned to change the materials and pens for making the array.

By his current master-class run, the Sipin Formation requires a mental injection, and a good set of sign props is enough to increase the sign speed by more than half. There are also some peculiar and famous charm props, which have other special and different abilities using the amulet equipment they make.

He has not been digging into this field.

But this time the strength is not enough, and the blood is not enough, he intends to make a set of himself to make up for his own strength shortcomings of the real fourth-grade array.

When making a formation, he also needs a more powerful formation that suits him. Yuan Dou Zong recorded it, maybe there is, but now he can't go back to study.

Since there hasn't been any noise from there, it is obviously intended to give up on him.

The four-pin array method is generally a large array, and a small part of it can be used in portable arrays, which requires extremely precious materials as the base, otherwise it cannot carry such a strong force shock.

Dressed up in the air, hiding his breath.

Lin Xin quickly flew towards the black market point in his memory.

Without the chase of the demon emperor Kunji, he will now appear much more at ease. The blood of giant shaman Wan Shagong can still be used at most for more than ten breaths. After all, it is too much to use as before against Kun Ji.

He must find a substitute.

There is also the Red Flower Sword, which should be repaired.

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The white clouds were diffused, and the morning light fell on the surface of the rolling hills, showing a faint blue.

The hills, which are no more than a kilometer in length, shone with translucent blue air.

Several black, empty whale-like figures, slowly vibrating shark fins, swam over the mountains, making harsh jets from time to time.

In the middle of the mountains, the source of the blue whirlpool is faint in the center.

On the outer edge of the vortex, there is a group of blue and translucent cyclones.

The cyclone foot is more than ten meters wide and tens of meters high, and people and horses constantly flow in and out.

Most monks who came in and out wore masks, black robes, and various hidden magical instruments.

Many people are completely shrouded in form, and even men, women and children cannot be distinguished.

Lin Xin, dressed in a black robe, shrouded himself in the same place, without revealing his identity at all.

Like other black robe monks around him, he and a few black robes who seemed to be new, stood on a small mountain bag not far away, watching the blue vortex constantly entering and leaving the crowd.

"This is the emerald black market? It doesn't look like it at all. What is the difference from the ordinary monk trading market?"

The three people standing not far from Lin Xin spoke in whispers, because the distance was too close, captured by his powerful induction, and the sound was as clear as speaking at their ears.

"Did you go wrong?"

The voice of a young girl whispered.

"No, we came here in full accordance with the marks on the map. Minion, little pity, both of you should pay attention to this. It can't be as casual as your own martial arts. Don't cover up, don't show your bottom, otherwise it is highly likely There is a danger of being killed. "

The leader seems to be a mature middle-aged uncle who is carefully admonishing them.

"Don't worry, dad, we will leave immediately after we buy the Blood Talisman props. No delay. As long as the speed is fast enough, others will be too late to chase after it." The young boy's voice was quite calm.

"Your dad, I want you to teach? Follow me obediently, talk less and watch more!" The middle-aged man patted his son's head a little uncomfortably.

"Oh...."

"Let's go."

The three lifted their feet and walked towards the huge blue vortex.

"Three please stay." A voice came from behind him, stopping the three.

He seemed to be a male and young.

The three stopped at the same time, turned around, and saw a slightly taller man in black robe approaching, standing at a safe distance not far away.

"Three people are new to the black market? What do you need? My old Wu is a best-seller here. You can directly consult anything. What you want to buy, the price, and the place. The three people may not know. This emerald black market actually has restrictions. Enter ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Ordinary people, hey, you can't touch the doorway, maybe you can't find the main entrance. Only when you really enter the black market can you find special items that have been screened out and are not allowed to be sold on the market.

A bunch of things this person said about wowa, these three people immediately noticed.

Not only the three of them, but Lin Xin on the edge, and a man in a black robe were also attracted attention.

It seemed that the purpose was achieved, successfully attracting the attention of the people around him, and the man in the black robe turned a small red badge.

"Without concealment from everyone, this jadeite black market is nominally just an emerald market, and it is also traded in ordinary fine goods. For ordinary monks, it can also meet the requirements.

But for customers in high demand, that's not enough. The way to enter the black market is to take the red smoky stone in my hand. "

"Red smoky stone? Why haven't I ever heard of this stone?" The black robe approaching asked in a deep voice, his voice sharp and indistinguishable. (To be continued.)

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