Without letting him say more, Xiao Lin took the opportunity to sacrifice the Black Soul Baili Banner and wrapped up the place where the two of them were.

Suddenly, the sky was dark, and endless resentful ghosts were howling and roaring in the sky, catching big hands in it, as if they were going to pull life into it.

"The soul banner is actually a resentful soul banner. Who are you from the Demon Heaven Sect?" Seeing this soul banner, Peng Lang immediately responded that Xiao Lin was from the Demon Sect.

Looking at the power of this soul banner, there is actually the soul of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator. With Xiao Lin's mid-stage foundation-building cultivation, it must be given by the elders of the sect. The only thing that Chu Ye Kingdom can do such a big deal is the magic giant and the Demon Heaven Sect!

"You don't need to know this!"

Xiao Lin responded coldly, he was not sure about Peng Lang at this moment. Although the other party was seriously injured, his early cultivation level was three levels different from his. It was too difficult to compete.

As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, Peng Lang is also a difficult bone to crack at this moment.

But no matter how difficult it is, it must be eaten.

"Hmph, no matter who you are, you must die! Do you think you can kill me while you are seriously injured by the young master? It's a joke. I will tell you the difference between a Jindan monk and a Foundation Establishment monk. I want to kill you, which is no different from a pinch of an ant!"

"Then you can try it!"

Xiao Lin responded coldly, and the Grass-Toothed Sword was sacrificed. The Grass-Toothed Sword looked like a dragon, and the silver light burst out and rushed out.

"Good flying sword, a top-grade magic weapon, but it's ridiculous to want to kill me!" Peng Lang looked at the grass-toothed sword and sneered. He had no intention of dodging the grass-toothed sword, and his two fingers actually intercepted it!

"This is my unique skill of Zhentianmen, the 'secret technique of intercepting'. Any magic weapon cast on the enemy can be blocked as long as it does not exceed the power of the person who casts the magic. I will accept your grass-toothed sword!"

Suddenly, the grass-toothed sword was like a loach that was pulled out of his neck. No matter how much he made a fuss, he could never escape.

Xiao Lin used his mental connection with the Grass Tooth Sword to activate it repeatedly, but he could not break free, as if there was a plier that was pinched and could not get rid of it.

"It's useless. In the face of the 'Secret Technique', no magic weapon can be broken free!"

"Is that true?" Xiao Lin suddenly showed a sneer on his face.

Seeing this sneer, Peng Lang felt a palpitation in his heart.

Another magic weapon like a gong was sacrificed by Xiao Lin. It instantly surged in the wind and became the size of a washbasin. It quickly rotated and collided towards Peng Lang.

"It's useless!" Peng Lang saw the gong and glanced at it disdainfully. The level of a medium-grade magic weapon was even worse than that of this grass-toothed sword.

Sure enough, the gong came to Peng Lang, like a perverted sheep, being intercepted and unable to move.

But while the gong was intercepted, another low-level magic weapon was sacrificed and intercepted.

Another low-level magic weapon was sacrificed again and intercepted again!

Another low-level magic weapon was intercepted again!

Seeing that Xiao Lin had so many low-level magic weapons, Peng Lang couldn't bear it anymore. In the end, when a low-level magic weapon hit him, he did not choose not to move, but avoided it.

"Sure enough!"

Xiao Lin looked at this scene and showed a deep thought.

When Peng Lang mentioned this "secret technique of intercepting", he didn't know what to do, but seeing that Peng Lang kept cutting the grass-toothed sword in his hand, but did not let go, Xiao Lin not only had a bold guess in his heart, "Is this so-called secret technique that can only hold the cut off in his hand. Once it is released, then this object will definitely not be able to be intercepted!"

Therefore, in order to test whether this guess is true or not, he threw out several low-level magic weapons in a row. These magic weapons were collected by him in the battle with the former monks. He did not expect that they would be useful at this moment.

If it were normal, Peng Lang would definitely not be so embarrassed, but at this moment he was seriously injured, and Xiao Lin noticed that the wound on his arm began to show signs of blackening. Obviously, in the process just now, he could not avoid being invaded by poison.

"In other words, at this moment, he was not only seriously injured, but his true energy was damaged and unable to exert his strength, but also was highly poisoned and even more restrained?" Xiao Lin immediately guessed.

"Isn't it a secret skill of interception? Why are you hiding? Keep intercepting me!" Seeing Peng Lang dodging, Xiao Lin mocked her.

"You!" Peng Lang was furious, and the speed of the toxin on his arm was three points faster, making Peng Lang grin.

It is not unreasonable to attack the heart with anger.

Immediately, Peng Lang understood that Xiao Lin was deliberately provoking him, allowing the toxins on his body to enter his body faster, immediately calmed down his mind, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I just want to cut it off, and I still have to listen to you!"

But in his heart, he kept cursing, "Damn it, damn it, this is a giant sect and the elder's son, how could this be in such a situation?"

He was also suffering. His previous battle with the oracle bone rat consumed a lot of energy, and later he was innocently involved in the Golden Thunderbird's fight, and his true energy was consumed more than half of it.

After finally escaping, Xiao Lin plotted against the giant python and even put his own life-saving talisman in.

After all, his cultivation can only exert the perfect strength in the late stage of foundation building, but this person's qi and blood are strong, far from being an ordinary middle-level foundation building cultivator. Moreover, the other party also has a soul banner of the top-grade treasure-level weapon, so he is not careless.

Even though he was in a mess now, his dignity was still beyond the challenge of this small foundation-building monk. He sneered and sacrificed a talisman in his hand.

This talisman is exactly the same as the talisman that just broke the eyes of the giant python, and it is the "real bird talisman".

Although he didn't see the power of the talisman just now, Xiao Lin, who had always been cautious, naturally did not dare to be careless. The flowing technique was blessed on his body, and his body was like a ghost, flashing rapidly.

I just rushed to a place where I was just now, and a big hole was blown up.

Seeing that the power of this talisman was so great, Xiao Lin felt even more solemn in his heart, and he had a little more estimate of Peng Lang's strength.

Although Xiao Lin was not blown up, Peng Lang couldn't help but smile proudly on his face when he saw Xiao Lin's fearful appearance, "How about it, are you satisfied with this real bird talisman of my young master?"

"Real Bird Talisman..." Xiao Lin murmured to himself.

"The world only knows that my Zhentianmen is the four giants of Chuye, but I don't know why I entered. Today I will let you understand that the real power of my Zhentianmen is the art of making talismans, especially this true bird talisman. The stronger the power of the maker, the greater the power!"

Seeing Xiao Lin's puzzled appearance, Peng Lang became more contented and started talking to himself.

Indeed, as he said, when he asked Wan Qiushui about Chu Ye's power situation at the Chiyun Sect that day, Wan Qiushui only knew that Zhentian Sect was one of the four giants, but he didn't know the arts that his sect was good at.

"Is that true?" Xiao Lin sneered, "So what? Today, you must also bury me here!"
Chapter completed!