Lord of Yin Talisman

Chapter 41 Fighting
Call out the Obsidian Sword, draw a sword arc, and it will pierce the heart, but when it really touches, it's like cutting cowhide with a knife.

The green-haired man burst out with a stiff and ferocious aura, and swung the giant axe, chopping down the gloomy chains that trapped him.

He even stretched out his hand, trying to push away the flying sword that was stuck in his chest.

The next moment, the Obsidian Sword inexplicably increased its strength, and the purple thunder and lightning erupted. The situation that was just a stalemate changed instantly, from cowhide to paper.

The flying sword pierced the zombie's chest.

The purple lightning exploded completely in the zombie's body, and a gap appeared in the chest of the whole corpse.

Lin Siyuan, recall Feijian and put away Yinzhu.

The roundness of this color is obviously better than the first one.

Scanning around with his spiritual sense, there was not a single ghost, as if the two just now were the only ghosts.

One has only the sixth level of Qi training, and the other has only the eighth level of Qi training.

It seemed that he couldn't stay on the first floor any longer, otherwise it would take time just to find the ghosts.

Look for the entrance to the second floor.

According to Chen Yi, the difference in the concentration of Yin Qi at the entrance between each layer is quite large.

Just look for places with strong Yin Qi concentration.

Lin Siyuan looked for a direction and strode towards it.

Holding the talisman in his hand, he carried the obsidian sword on his back, not daring to put it in the storage bag, although it only took a while, a moment to call out the obsidian sword from the storage bag.

But this moment of difference.

The world may have been turned upside down, but now he somewhat understands why the members of the Pine Forest Sect carry flying swords instead of putting them in storage bags. Apart from the sacrificial training, there is also this reason.

Entrance to the second floor.

It was a place like a cave, and under the induction of Lin Siyuan's spiritual consciousness, the concentration of Yin Qi was far higher than other places.

I went down without hesitation.

With the detection of spiritual consciousness, the concentration of Yin Qi on the second layer here is much stronger.

The skin is getting colder and colder, just like when I went out to do errands in snowy days on rare occasions before, although it is tightly wrapped, the uncovered places such as ears are all cold to death.

Feeling such a temperature, the yin environment here makes the skin feel.Only by running mana can a trace of warmth be maintained.

But in this way, the consumption of mana is going on all the time, although this range is very small.

At this moment, Lin Siyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.The breath of living people and other monks appeared in the detection range of the spiritual consciousness.

A monk in black appeared in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Seeing Lin Siyuan appear, a gleam of joy appeared unconsciously.Then calm was quickly restored.

Looking at Lin Siyuan.

Said, "Junior Brother, I am a disciple of Xingluo Dao, I don't know which sect I belong to."

Lin Siyuan said lightly.

"I am a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect."

Hearing this, the black-clothed monk was a little taken aback, "A disciple of the Blood Demon Sect." It's a bit playful, if you are a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, then who am I, why don't I know who you are.

"In this kiln of thousands of ghosts, it's really dangerous. If you and I don't act together, two of us will kill ghosts together, it's better than one."

"When the time comes, the two will work together to achieve better results."

Sincerely.

Lin Siyuan seemed to hesitate, "Well, you and I belong to different sects, isn't it inconvenient."

"You don't believe senior brother?"

"Brother, I am honest and trustworthy, and I don't care about any sect."

After finishing speaking, the monk in black walked over slowly.

When approaching 50 meters, the bloody long sword flew out directly, with killing intent, and then threw the talisman.

The wind blade fireball hit Lin Siyuan directly.

The bloody flying sword directly slashed at Lin Siyuan, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

You are a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect. Since you claim to be a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, you must make contributions to your senior brother.

Seeing the flying sword's rapid attack, Lin Siyuan didn't seem to have reacted yet, and the black-clothed monk couldn't help feeling a sense of joy in his heart.

But the next moment.

The obsidian sword came out of the body with a bang, and the purple thunder condensed crazily, but this time it was not at the tip of the sword, and even permeated the blade.

There was a touch of purple on the originally dark sword body, Lin Siyuan looked calm, he had been accumulating strength and suppressing it just now.

When the sword was drawn, the obsidian sword that had been dyed purple collided with the bloody flying sword, and it was just a touch.

The bloody flying sword was knocked away in an instant, and even felt a little twisted. It was directly bounced onto the stone wall, and directly inserted into the stone wall. The hilt was still shaking slightly.

The black-clothed cultivator's consciousness felt the majestic force and was shattered. He lost control instantly and got out of the flying sword. This extremely uncomfortable feeling even made him feel that his consciousness was torn apart.

The feeling of fainting in the head rises, and you want to vomit.

At this time, a flash of horror flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed monk, with just one blow, just like this, he was taught a lesson by this "disciple" of the Blood Demon Sect.

Trying to get rid of such a semi-faint state, the consciousness is still loose and erratic. After the connection between my consciousness and Feijian was cut off with a blow just now, the damage was a bit serious.

"Brother, didn't you think that your brother is so powerful?" The black-clothed friar clenched his tongue, stimulating himself, so that his consciousness would be clear and he would get rid of that fainting state.

"Brother, don't chat too much." Lin Siyuan leisurely walked over and approached slowly.

After saying that, Feijian followed closely.

The black-clothed monk smiled, and suddenly typed out a talisman directly, and an earthen wall appeared in this narrow passage, blocking Lin Siyuan who was pressing on every step of the way.

Immediately afterwards, he went straight to the blood escape, the blood essence burning all over his body, and his magic power surged.

A bloody ray of light flew away quickly.

With the bloody gleam that flew away quickly, a trace of heartache flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed cultivator. His top-quality flying sword was still there.

But he came back to his senses, with a look of rejoicing that he had escaped, he didn't even know which family Lin Siyuan was a disciple of, how could he be so strong, he beat himself like this with just one sword strike.

He should not be able to catch up with him flying away in blood.

But in the next moment, the earth wall exploded directly, and clods of earth flew in all directions.

A blue ray of light flickered, as if drawn by starlight.

For the seven-star escape method, Lin Siyuan spent a basic point to successfully cultivate the first level of it.

"Brother, don't you want to chat?"

Lin Siyuan spoke slowly.

This voice was heard in the ears of the monk in black, wanting to vomit blood.

Why can I still be caught up with my blood escape? I am a blood escape.

Watch the slow but shrinking distance.

A trace of grief and anger flashed in the black-clothed monk's eyes, and he directly crushed the token. Even if his grades were invalidated, he would not leave his yin pearl to Lin Siyuan.

Lin Siyuan paused regretfully, and if he was later, he would have caught up. Now he could only watch helplessly as this "senior brother" of Xing Luo Dao was taken away, and he still had a lot to say Woolen cloth.

He went back and put away the bloody long sword.

It seems to be the ultimate magic weapon, not bad.

The black-clothed monk just breathed a sigh of relief after being led out of the secret realm.Then he saw Lu Yuanshang, the boss of his sect, the golden core real person of the Blood Demon Sect, staring at him with an unfriendly expression.

The other six Jindan real people also looked at themselves with some amusement.

The monk in black pressed the storage bag, so all his performances just now were seen.

(End of this chapter)