"What... exactly is this magical power?"

The people on Xiong Mountain still couldn't figure out why the situation below had deteriorated to this point even though they had the upper hand before.

When he saw the disciples of Kun Cult all descending to earth like gods, chasing his own horses and killing them, he suspected that he had seen it wrong!

Lin Fan was so proud that he couldn't help showing off, and he committed his bad habit again:

"This move, this move is called City-wide Golden Armor. When I was traveling around the ruins of the ancient city of Jinjue, I suddenly fell into a mirage. I dreamed about the time of the Jinjue Dynasty. In the kingdom of immortality, the whole dynasty was filled with monks, and they were fighting everywhere.

To expand the territory, rely on this technique to suppress the disloyal clan..."

Even though there is still a life-and-death battle between heaven and earth, this guy keeps telling stories and pretending to be inconsistent with every word!

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Brother Chicken flapped his wings impatiently:

"Don't say you don't have these, kill this stupid guy quickly!"

Lin Fan was quite obedient to his leader, so he put away his desire to be a saint, took out a pair of big golden scissors, pricked and stabbed with electric current flowing, and looked forward with malicious intent.

The people on Xiongshan Mountain were puzzled. The purple tentacle behind their buttocks was now covered in scars. It was struck by lightning and had to fight hand to hand with Brother Chicken.

Suddenly, the golden scissors in Lin Fan's hand suddenly closed with a "click" sound!

"Chi chi chi chi~"

The purple tentacle suddenly screamed, and a golden shear seemed to flash past in the void, cutting off a section of its tentacle tip!

"ah!"

The people on Xiong Mountain also screamed at this time!

It turns out that the purple tentacles and him have a symbiotic relationship. They both share the same sense of pain, and if one loses it, both will suffer.

Outsiders don't understand what this operation is.

Lin Fan repeated his old trick again, slightly changing the angle, opening and closing again, and cut with a click!

"Chi chi chi chi~"

"Ahhhhhh~"

The purple tentacles were twitching in pain, and the bear mountain man was rolling in pain. They both kept wailing, but they could not be cut off this time. Maybe the purple tentacles are more resilient.

Lin Fan was also shocked!

"Can even ancient treasures be blocked?"

Then regardless of it, he held the big scissors in his two hands and began to open and close them with all his strength.

"Chi chi chi chi chi chi~"

"Wow, yeah, yeah, yeah~"

"I cut, cut, cut, cut!"

The purple tentacle screamed in agony, the people on Xiong Mountain were writhing in pain, and Lin Fan was also exhausted.

Finally, after he kept repeating, the purple tentacle was cut off again!

"Ah! It hurts...it hurts me to death!"

The man on Xiongshan Mountain almost fainted from the pain and fell straight down.

Everyone was in disbelief. The leader of the Wild Bear Gang, who had always been arrogant and domineering, had been famous all over the southeast of Chu for many years, but he fell down like this?

Lin Fan was also very tired, out of breath, panting like an ox, and his arms were sore.

The power of this golden scissor is indeed powerful, but it also consumes a lot of mana and body.

However, compared to showing off in front of others, this was nothing. Lin Fan couldn't help but indulge in the bad habit of showing off. He held the big scissors and screamed hard, for fear that others wouldn't hear what he was saying.

"This pair of thunder-patterned virtual gold scissors was specially made for me by the elders of the giant lizard tribe, an ancient race that lives in the underground world, when I mistakenly entered the Hongdong Ancient Road! We had a great conversation at that time and drank.

For three days and three nights, this clan used their innate power to trap the sky and empower my magic weapon..."

"Okay, don't you see the others are still fighting, hurry up and support your fellow disciples!"

Brother Ji was most displeased with the fact that there was someone in Kun Cult who was more prominent than him, and he was a little unhappy with Lin Fan's pretense.

Lin Fan heard the leader's words and quickly apologized. He looked around the battlefield and suddenly saw Protector Yan, who was obviously a little dazed.

Isn't this the time when we met the Black Lotus Sect protector on the East China Sea?

He suddenly realized when he thought of Lin Shan's previous identity.

He also saw Kuo Jizi and others next to him. He didn't know when the Kun sect had gained so many people again, but it was also a good thing for him that the Kun sect was getting stronger.

He immediately stepped forward to help.

Kujizi and the others were being hung up and beaten, and their buttocks were on fire, running around. How could it be so miserable!

That bald yellow man has the True Fire of Samadhi. With this alone, he can defeat all kinds of magic in one move. The middle stage of the golden elixir can defeat the late stage of the golden elixir!

Even if the Xiyin Cave Master comes to support, he is still no match!

But Lin Fan was different.

He turned over his hands and took out an iron sword, put on a Taoist robe in a stylish manner, took out a piece of yellow talisman paper and pasted it on the iron sword.

People outside were paying attention to this conspicuous bag the whole time, and they didn't know what he was going to do.

I saw this kid holding a sword in one hand, and putting the index and middle fingers of the other hand together between his lips, muttering something without knowing what he was talking about.

Sudden,

A whirlpool appeared on the ground, and an old man emerged from it spinning in circles.

This old man was short in stature, wearing a cloth scarf on his head, and holding a cane in his hand. He had a fat smile on his face and rubbed his hands together.

Obviously no one has seen it before, but they can recognize who it is at a glance.

Master Rong!

The judge of the underworld, Master Shiye, is also called the chief register.

It has been passed down orally since childhood and has been influenced by ears and eyes. The gods appear frequently in novels and novels, and even a few judge temples still exist among the people!

"Who calls me and what tribute do you want?"

The old man shouted lazily to the sky.

"We agreed in advance that I don't want incense, as that is now explicitly prohibited by Heaven and Earth. I only want substantial tributes, such as..."

"For example, how about Samadhi True Fire?"

Lin Fan answered with a smile, and the iron sword and talisman were dangling in his hand, indicating that it was him who was calling.

"Oh? Where?"

Master Rong seemed very interested. He looked up and saw Yan Yuanchun and bald Huang Han.

"There are two Samadhi True Fires here, neither of them are yours..."

"It doesn't matter, I'll give you one."

Lin Fan walked directly towards Huang Han, still holding the iron sword, pointing and chanting a mantra, mumbling at a loss for words.

Huang Han felt a little guilty when he saw him like this, so he quickly took the Samadhi True Fire back into his body, ignored Qojizi, turned around and ran away!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Huang Han, where are you going?"

By this time, the people from Xiongshan Mountain had recovered and went up to the sky again to fight Brother Chicken. When they saw that their men were running away, they immediately questioned him sharply.

Huang Han ignored it because he sensed Lin Fan's murderous intent!

"Humph, run? Did I let you run?"

The iron sword suddenly drew thunder straight towards the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A burning smell spread, the rust of the iron sword fell down, and the talisman flickered, absorbing something.

Then Lin Fan pointed his sword at Huang Han.

"Bah la la~"

The tip of the sword suddenly shot out a ray of silver light, carrying the force of thunder, and struck Huang Han from afar!

He had no time to react, and the defensive measures he had prepared in advance were like paper, being shattered into pieces and penetrated in an instant.

The electric current circulates around the body three times.

Immediately it turned into a charred corpse, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. A strong wind blew, and a smell of paste filled the surrounding area.

Lin Fan stepped forward lightly, took off the storage bag directly from his body, and dug out the Samadhi True Fire from the corpse.

"It's a pity that I didn't control my strength well just now, so I only had time to keep these two things, but not the inner elixir."

Sighing, under the eager gaze of Master Rong below, he patted a ball of fire the size of a goose egg into the talisman paper. Master Rong below suddenly took a deep breath, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Well, not bad, this is the smell, the origin of Samadhi True Fire, um~ comfortable..."
To be continued...