The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 42 Killing me without paying

"So the essence of this kind of spiritual coercion is actually the pure spiritual power left by the ancestors of Yancheng's talisman masters? If you can retreat here for a period of time, you will surely have a great improvement in your spiritual power cultivation."

Lin Dong opened his closed eyes and looked around thoughtfully.

Since he stepped into the four-seal talisman master, the speed of spiritual practice has slowed down a lot, and one step behind is the psychic talisman master who is comparable to a strong man in the three realms of good fortune. Maybe he can get a glimpse of that threshold here.

On the first floor, which is comparable to the size of a square, there are already many talisman masters who feel powerless to take a step closer to sit here. With the help of the strange spiritual majesty here, they close their eyes and practice penance. This is a rare good opportunity.

It's just that those who can stay on the first floor of the nine floors of the Talisman Master Tower are mostly Talisman Masters who are still practicing basic cultivation methods or have just stepped into the Yiyin level.

"The mental coercion here is too weak, and it has little effect on me. But before going to the next floor, I have to negotiate a business with my friends in Skyfire City. No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat."

Lin Dong glanced at the dozen or so Skyfire City talisman masters in the corner, and walked over with a mysterious smile on his lips.

Under the extremely shocked eyes of the two talisman masters, Lin Dong burst out the power of the three seal talisman masters, and smiled in front of the shivering weak chickens: "I, Lin Dong, pay money."

Ten minutes later, Lin Dong left the messy first floor and went to the second floor contentedly.

A new round of negotiations has begun~

The fourth floor of the Talisman Tower.

"The fourth floor is for late-stage first-inflectors or early-stage second-inflectors, and the fifth floor is probably only for veteran second-inscribers. Well, I remember meeting two interesting guys on the fifth floor, right? "

Lin Dong ignored the seven or eight figures lying on the ground in mourning, and stepped into the spiritual barrier leading to the next floor.

In the depths of the empty fifth floor, two figures sat cross-legged silently.

"Om~"

The mental barrier suddenly began to move faster, Cao Zhu and Liu Long slowly raised their heads, looked at the figure walking out of the mental barrier, and said with a sneer, "Lin Dong, where do I still see you running?"

"Run? Why did I run? Didn't I tell you all when I was outside just now? I have a big project worth [-] million yuan to talk to you about."

Lin Dong glanced at the two of them inexplicably.

"Talk? Talk about a fart, Cao Zhu, let's do it together!"

Liu Long smiled coldly, a red glow suddenly flew out from his sleeve, tore through the air and went straight to Lin Dong.

In the center of the red glow was a fiery red long sword covered with densely packed mysterious runes, and a fiery aura emanated from the sword.

Chiyan iron, a rare metal produced in extremely hot places, can carry the spiritual power of a talisman just like ice black iron. It is born with a strong blazing energy, which can burn people's spiritual power.

"A long sword made of red flame iron? Sure enough, all the talisman masters in Tianhuo City are very rich. Now I'm rich."

Lin Dong was overjoyed when he saw this, and with a wave of his sleeves, three white horses flew out quickly, forming a triangle to hold the Lihuo sword tightly.

"Huh! Huh!"

At the moment when Lin Dong met Liu Long, Cao Zhu who seized the opportunity grasped both hands, and the two high-speed spinning spirit roulettes came straight to Lin Dong's chest with the sound of breaking the wind.

"Well, it's a complete waste of this elite secret skill in your hands."

Lin Dong smiled slightly and made a move with his big hand. The void began to surge rapidly. A total of twenty spiritual roulettes were condensed by him, turning into twenty ghost lights and heading straight for Cao Zhu and the other two.

"Mie Shen Roulette? Cao Zhu, isn't this your mental attack secret technique?"

Liu Long was slightly taken aback when he saw this, and immediately cursed.

"Didn't he snatch my universe bag?"

Cao Zhu smiled bitterly, looking at the large number and larger spiritual roulettes, he felt a little confused for a while.

"Damn it, there's no time, let's do it together!"

Seeing that the twenty cold lights were about to arrive, and his Lihuo sword was entangled by the three ice Xuan swords again, Liu Long could only choose to win the scalp to resist.

"Drink, Heshen!"

As the two of them pinched the same seal in unison, two powerful spiritual forces quickly separated from the body, forming a large transparent hand in mid-air and waving it out.

As two veteran second-seal talisman masters, they are confident that the combination of the two will not be weaker than an early three-seal talisman master.

Just when the two of them were barely parrying [-] elite-level spiritual attack secret skills, Lin Dong made a big move, and the three Ice Profound Swords flew back immediately pressing the restless Li Huo Sword.

"Clearly!"

Even though the three Ice Profound Swords were firmly suppressing him, the Lihuo Sword, which was born with a strong and fiery energy, was still trembling crazily, trying to break free from the restraints.

Obviously, Liu Long's cultivation is much stronger than Cao Zhu's.

"You are not good."

Lin Dong stretched out his hand to touch the Lihuo sword casually, and the restless Lihuo sword instantly quieted down, obediently suspended in mid-air just like the three Bingxuan swords.

"puff!"

At the same time, realizing that his spiritual imprint on the Lihuo sword had been wiped off, Liu Long's body trembled suddenly, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The chain reaction caused by this is that Cao Zhu, who is working with him to suppress Mishen Roulette, is unable to survive alone, and their defense is broken!

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The remaining six spirit grinding discs in mid-air accelerated suddenly and aimed at the two people who were caught off guard.

"Do not!!!"

Amidst two screams full of despair, Cao Zhu and the two were instantly covered by six attacks that smashed their heads and faces.

"Now it's bag picking time."

Lin Dong put away his four long swords, walked towards the two with blue noses and swollen eyes with a smile on his face, and stretched out a slender white palm: "Come on, hand in the Qiankun bag by yourself, so you don't have to suffer a little."

"Hmph, winner and loser, I, Liu Long, admit it."

Liu Longqiang sat up with support, took off the Qiankun bag on his waist rather stubbornly, and handed it to Lin.

"Cao Zhu, where's yours?"

Seeing Liu Long cooperate so much, Lin Dong felt even happier.

"I, I don't need it? Didn't you just snatch it yesterday... Did you take one away?" Cao Zhu grabbed his Qiankun bag and tried to say no with great courage.

God sees You Lian, after the competition in the square yesterday, Cao Zhu's three Ice Profound Swords, [-] Yang Yuan Stones, and that high-grade Cosmos Bag were all rudely taken away by Lin Dong, and he ended up with nothing. A bachelor.

When he returned to his residence at night, he had no choice but to borrow [-] Yangyuan stones from his teacher Han Yun privately to use them first, and then find a way to pay them back later.

As a result, the [-] Yangyuan stones have not been warmed up yet, and they are forced to hand them over to this devil. Why? ! !

He swore he would never hand it in this time, even if he was killed!

"Ok?"

Lin Dong hummed a displeased nasal sound.

"Hehe, just kidding, just kidding."

Cao Zhu smiled bitterly, handed over the Qiankun bag tremblingly, and immediately said in a crying voice: "Can you save some for me?"

(End of this chapter)