really.

It's similar to what Yi Lin initially speculated.

On the third night, the people squatting in the grass could not stand it anymore, so they all covered their faces and launched an attack on the Golden Temple.

Among the people who attacked the Golden Temple, some were ordinary warriors who did not understand magic. Some were swinging strange weapons, with a shiny light on them and looked quite powerful.

Someone went up the mountain with a torch, killed people when they saw them, and burned them when they saw them.

Soon, the flames shone brightly in the sky.

The shouts of killing penetrated the night, and Yi Lin finally closed the secret book reluctantly. He was just looking at it, but was disturbed by the attack.

"boom!"

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a pillar of fire soared into the sky. More than a dozen figures were blown away by the sudden pillar of fire. The light went down the mountain at the speed of light and the whole body fell to the ground.

"The little tiger threw away the grenade."

Yi Lin nodded. Although Yi Lin didn't know what Wang Xiaohu was plaguing with it and what fish he was touching, he even used grenades, and seemed to have encountered some kind of crisis.

But I have to say that this cargo is very lucky. Among so many grenades, the only one that can be exploded was found by Wang Xiaohu, and his luck is pretty good.

Before Wang Xiaohu set off, Yi Lin left a female nail for Xiaohu in advance. At a critical moment, Wang Xiaohu easily broke the female nail and asked Yi Lin for help. Even Wang Xiaohu was not panicked, Yi Lin was so panicked.

About twenty minutes later.

The rebirth of the Golden Temple.

The loud chanting of scriptures suppressed the shouts of killing.

A translucent mask with golden light, like a virtual and a solid, rushed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes and looked at the golden cover. When she saw it, she immediately focused.

The golden cover was not a strange thing, but more than twenty monks who were dying of grass on their heads, gathered together. At the same time, golden light swaying like flames ignited, and the light condensed into the cover.

The cover seemed to be some kind of magic. The robbers' weapons fell on the golden cover, causing ripples, but they couldn't enter.

“This is interesting.”

Yi Lin saw it wonderfully. The cover was obviously released by the monks of Dali Temple. It was invulnerable to swords and guns, and it was invulnerable to water and fire. It was a skill like a turtle shell, and it also took into account the special effects and was very domineering.

It was at this moment.

Yi Lin frowned, and in the distant night sky, a dazzling meteor swept quickly.

He had almost no hesitation. With a wave of his hand, he hid the three relatives, mothers who wanted to speak but stopped, and stepped into Jian Nanchun's warning range without saying a word.

really.

When Yi Lin stepped into that circle, the feeling of being secretly peeped in the Sanpin Xuan appeared again, making Yi Lin feel a little uncomfortable.

Yi Lin pretended not to know, and a few nervous expressions appeared round on her face. With the shadow of the tree and the night, she was like a young man who had just begun to touch the top of the mountain quietly.

The shouts of killing were all concentrated in the direction of the Golden Temple. Yi Lin didn't meet a few people along the way, perhaps because they were not unlucky enough to meet Yi Lin in the vast woods. Ten minutes later, Yi Lin came to the foot of the mountain.

There were already many corpses along the way. Yi Lin checked the death of the corpses and discovered another incident.

"These people who attacked the Golden Temple are not from the same group?"

The monks are still breaking through the siege and going down the mountain, and corpses have appeared here. What does it mean? It is very simple. These corpses died at the hands of "companions". In other words, they seem to work together, but in fact they belong to different camps. Once they take action, they will not recognize their relatives, and they will kill them randomly if they are not their own camp.

This can also explain why hundreds of monks and robbers gathered together and could spend three days and two nights. It seems that there are reasons for their mutual restraint.

After understanding this, Yi Lin was even less panicked.

After walking a while, Yi Lin found that someone and dog were squatting in the grass as Voldemort. These ten people were obviously calculating the abacus of "the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind", but what they didn't expect was that behind the oriole was there was a hunter.

Yi Lin felt the movements around him carefully and carefully avoided his strength to avoid exposing himself more. After a moment of thinking, he took out a few "in-place spiral ascension fire grenades" from his pocket, referred to as "spiral bombs", and threw them into the grass like beans.

"call"

After losing it, Yi Lin quickly ran a few steps, jumped and fell down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A continuous explosion drowned out the maple forest. With the violent shaking, the dozen Voldemorts squatting in the grass did not even see the back of the "hunter". They just felt that their butts were hot and they instantly lost consciousness, and their lives and death were uncertain.

After easily dealing with this crowd, Yi Lin laughed happily. He clapped his hands and got up from the grass with a black head and a black face. When he was about to continue to rush to the Golden Temple, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Who are you?"

Yi Lin looked back and showed an appropriate performance on his face. His face was full of three points of vigilance, three points of surprise, three points of surprise, and one point of satisfaction that he didn't need to hide at all.

I saw a woman wearing a plain long skirt standing quietly among the maple forest with a square sword box behind her back.

The fires ignited around the woman's face reflected her delicate facial features to the extreme three-dimensional one.

Her thin lips were gently pursed, with no emotion on her face. When she looked at Yi Lin, she looked like a dead object, like a roadside wild flowers, stones, or crickets in the grass, without any turmoil.

"I just wanted to ask!" Yi Lin raised her chin lightly at the woman with a little childish tone, and asked, "You jumped out without a sound. Do you want to scare people to death?"

clang ~

The woman slowly stretched out her fingers, and she looked like a sharp sword. Her eyes opened and closed, and a hint of undetectable coldness appeared in the depths of her eyes. She asked the second question: "Where is the teacher?"

When the woman stretched out her sword finger, the cold light slightly poured out in the sword box behind her, and the sound of the sword was like the cicadas in the summer night, buzzing in Yi Lin's ears.

Yi Lin's face changed, and she felt the blood surging in her chest in an instant. Maybe she was too deeply involved in the show and couldn't hold it tightly, and she spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Oh my grass?

So awesome?

Yi Lin also felt a little more vigilant, and he thought to himself if he was pretending to be too unrestrained. But after spitting out the blood, Yi Lin not only did not feel uncomfortable, nor did he lose too much blood, but instead felt that his breath was much smoother.

"I practice randomly and don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

The woman shook her head, put down her sword finger, ignored Yi Lin, and walked past Yi Lin step by step like someone else.

When the woman in a plain dress passed by Yi Lin, Yi Lin smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, pure natural and authentic.

"Junior sister, you're finally here."

Just as Yi Lin and the woman passed by, the sword light flashed in the night sky, and Jian Nanchun stepped on a flying sword and fell lightly in front of the woman. Jian Nanchun, who had always liked to show off, had a trace of undetectable joy and shyness flashed in his eyes.

"Oh oh oh"

Yi Lin didn't get far away, and he immediately understood and made a strange clamor.

In Jian Nanchun's hand, there was a person with a drooping expression.

It's Wang Xiaohu.

Jian Nanchun had never experienced the whispers from the twelfth century modern civilization. Although he couldn't understand how meaningful this "Oh" sound was, the "Oh oh" sound always made Jian Nanchun feel very uncomfortable, as if blood was dripping on his face, and as if his ears were getting pregnant.

He looked at Yi Lin in the sound, his expression was obviously stunned, and then he looked at Wang Xiaohu in his hand, and finally recognized him: "It's you?"
Chapter completed!