Zhao Jingyuan was the old Taoist leader outside the Marshal's house before, and he was also the one who had a deep grudge against Lin Jiu.

Only this person would send people to attack Lin Jiu's disciples without leaving any room for error!

"Zhao Jingyuan!!"

Looking at the dead literary talent, Lin Jiu's murderous intention continued to rise in his heart.

Among the disciples, Qiu Sheng was the earliest to join the school, but the one who had been with Lin Jiu the longest was Literary Talent.

Wen Cai had no father or mother and lived in Yizhuang every day. His relationship with Lin Jiu was more like a father and son. Although he was incompetent, he was extremely respectful and filial to Lin Jiu. Now that he died in front of his eyes, it was difficult for Lin Jiu to accept it.

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Human beings are born selfish.

Everyone always loves themselves first, and then their relatives, close people, and people nearby. As we grow up, we understand love and responsibility. Our love for some people is better than ourselves, but one thing remains unchanged, that is,

For many people, a hundred outsiders are not as good as one relative.

When these disciples from Maoshan died, Lin Jiu questioned Chen Ziwen;

Wen Cai died, and Lin Jiu Ze couldn't wait to kill these Maoshan disciples again.

"How did Lin Jiu feel after his relatives were killed?"

There was a sound coming from a distant place.

It's none other than Zhao Jingyuan!

Not only Zhao Jingyuan, there were also several other Maoshan elders who came quickly here using the light body technique from a distance.

"Zhao Jingyuan!!"

Lin Jiuchang roared.

The old Taoists in the distance were quite capable. They gathered together and actually used a very fast escape technique, and soon they were close.

"Lin Jiu! You have such a poisonous heart!"

At first, Zhao Jingyuan thought that the disciples he sent had killed or captured alive the people Lin Jiu had sent away. However, when someone tried to get closer, they found that lying on the ground were actually his disciples.

Zhao Jingyuan was furious.

He didn't really care about those disciples. What made him angry was that not only did these people fail to succeed, but they all fell into trouble here.

On the opposite side, only one died and one was injured.

A bunch of losers!

Zhao Jingyuan glared at Lin Jiu: "Lin Jiu, you killed so many of my disciples, I will cut your body into thousands of pieces today and get rid of you as a traitor for the sect!"

As he spoke, he looked at each other and formed an extraordinary formation with several junior disciples beside him.

Lin Jiu did not defend himself at all. He did not kill these people.

At this time, Lin Jiu was filled with murderous intent. Before Zhao Jingyuan and others could attack, he had already rushed towards them.

"Zhao Jingyuan, I should have killed you back then!"

Lin Jiudao's robes were dancing, and he ignored the large formation formed by several elders and rushed straight towards it.

Zhao Jingyuan and others were angered by Lin Jiu's gesture.

Even though they had heard about Lin Jiu's elixir formation, in the eyes of a few people, Lin Jiu would always be their nephew's generation.

Several people had not yet formed the Golden Elixir, but they could join forces to form a formation, and their strength was by no means inferior to ordinary Golden Elixir. Lin Jiu dared to underestimate them like this, which made several people really angry.

"court death!"

Several people made secrets at the same time, and suddenly several magical powers merged into an invisible knife and slashed towards Lin Jiu!

Boom!

It's like a silver bottle has been broken.

When the invisible knife slashed at Lin Jiu, the latter pointed his fingertips into the air, and a powerful force emerged, smashing the invisible knife into pieces.

Lin Jiu was furious and took action with all his strength. His strength was far beyond the imagination of Zhao Jingyuan and others.

"you"

Zhao Jingyuan was horrified and wanted to change his formation, but he saw Lin Jiuyi rushing towards him and pointing at his forehead!

"Master, save me!"

Zhao Jingyuan screamed in horror!

He came prepared, but he didn't expect that Lin Jiu's strength was much stronger than he expected. The large formation formed by the few of them was enough to deal with ordinary pill-forming monks, and it was enough to kill people across ranks, but in front of Lin Jiu,

He seemed so vulnerable.

brush!

Seeing that Zhao Jingyuan was about to be hit on the forehead by Lin Jiuyi, a Taoist talisman suddenly flew out of Zhao Jingyuan's body.

This Taoist talisman is entirely silver-white, engraved with inscriptions, and turns into a phantom as soon as it flies out.

The shadow looked like a middle-aged man. Seeing this, he put his two fingers together and cut off Lin Jiu's fingertips.

boom!

There was a vibration.

The shadow flickered, and he took a few steps back, but finally stopped Lin Jiu.

"Lin Jiu, do you want to do the following?"

The shadow spoke.

It is extremely powerful, even though it is just a shadow, it still looks full of momentum.

Zhao Jingyuan was horrified before, but when the shadow appeared, his expression instantly recovered, even a little arrogant.

Lin Jiu's face was expressionless: "Uncle of the Ninth Master, I will ask you for forgiveness after my disciple kills this person."

With that said, Lin Jiu ignored it and moved forward again.

Xuying took a deep look at Lin Jiu.

He didn't expect Lin Jiu to be so disrespectful to him.

So he pointed his fingers toward me again.

boom!

boom!

Lin Jiu meets Xu Ying.

This scene made Chen Ziwen standing in the distance extremely stunned.

Maoshan deserves to be called Maoshan.

The profound foundation cannot be compared with that of small and medium-sized sects.

If I read it correctly, the man who transformed into a phantom is a Nascent Soul monk.

He was actually able to fight Lin Jiu with just a shadow.

Unfortunately, the shadow is not the real thing after all.

Lin Jiu took action without any scruples, increasing her magic power higher and higher, and finally penetrated the phantom with one finger.

"You will be feared later, I will remember you."

The shadow left one last sentence, and the shadow collapsed and turned into a broken silver talisman.

"Lin Jiu, you are brave!"

Zhao Jingyuan on the side was shocked.

He didn't expect Lin Jiu to be so strong, and he felt very regretful.

Lin Jiu looked at Zhao Jingyuan, with old and new grudges in her heart. She couldn't feel at ease unless she killed him.

"Come die!"

Lin Jiu didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and stepped forward.

Zhao Jingyuan did not dare to fight head-on, and hurriedly used the formation escape technique with several others to evacuate.

Lin Jiu let out a loud roar, and a giant shadow swooped down from the sky, intercepting several people with its wings.

"Please God!"

Zhao Jingyuan pinched a magic seal, stamped his foot, and actually used the Maoshan Spiritual Invitation Technique.

The art of praying to the gods is a unique skill in Maoshan. Generally, it can only be successful if it is near Maoshan or in a place where Maoshan's ancestors are often worshiped.

Now that we are in the wilderness, it should be difficult to pray to God. I don't know how mysterious the formation formed by Zhao Jingyuan and several people was, but it was done in one go. And not only Zhao Jingyuan, but also several other elders also succeeded in praying to God.

"Lin Jiu, don't make a mistake!"

Zhao Jingyuan said quietly.
To be continued...