The shrill screams echoed in the heart of the mountain.
At the moment when she was enveloped in the flames from the cracking fire bead, the strangely dressed woman only had time to let out a half-scream before her voice suddenly stopped.
Where the strangely dressed woman stood, there was only a large dark pit half a foot deep. Other than that, everything turned into nothingness.
Seeing the fate of the strangely dressed woman, Xiao Lin's eyelids twitched fiercely. The power of this fire-splitting bead was too terrifying. In comparison, his own Dzogchen Fire Ball Technique was also inferior.
The pale-faced man's expression was extremely ugly. He stared at the monk named Wang whose fish-scale magic weapon was shattered on the ground and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. The coldness in his eyes was fully exposed.
"You actually possess the Fire Splitting Pearl. It seems that Zhao really underestimated you."
"If you hadn't forced Wang into a desperate situation, how could Wang have sacrificed this cracking fire bead that can severely damage even the foundation-building cultivators." Gently wiping the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, the monk surnamed Wang turned pale.
A smile appeared on his face.
"It is rumored that only the ancestor of the Golden Pill can seal a small amount of the true fire in the body in the Mixing Spirit Pearl, and then put it into the Earth Fire Pool and undergo several years of warming and cultivation before it can be formed. Even for practitioners in the foundation building stage,
If you are attacked by a fire-cracking bead, even if you don't die, you will probably be seriously injured."
"It is rumored that the cracking fire bead once appeared in the Xueling Fairy City, and was finally purchased by a cultivator family member for tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones. Could it be that that person is you?" The pale-faced man did not set up a killer, but was full of satisfaction.
He looked at the monk named Wang with a gloomy face and said.
"Tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones? Tsk, tsk, how could the next casual cultivator have such a rich net worth? That person was just unlucky and was blocked from the fairy city by Wang." The monk surnamed Wang was not cryptic;
He bluntly told the story of his murder and treasure grabbing.
"As expected." The pale-faced man nodded.
"But you killed Zhao's Taoist companion. This debt cannot be settled easily. I originally wanted to send the Taoist companion back to reincarnation, but now I can't. I let Zhao extract your soul and refine it into [
[Soul Burning Lamp], light a nail, and then your Excellency will be completely wiped out."
These words were said in a leisurely manner by the pale-faced man, but when they heard it in the ears of the monk surnamed Wang, they couldn't help but shudder.
"Haha, if you want to extract Wang's soul, stop dreaming. Wang will not let you succeed even if he dies." The monk surnamed Wang's face changed drastically, and there was a look of determination in his eyes. His pale face
A flash of bright red suddenly appeared.
Seeing the change in monk surnamed Wang's face, the pale-faced man sneered, pointed with one hand, and suddenly shot out a stream of earth-yellow magic power, penetrating into the body of monk surnamed Wang.
The monk surnamed Wang suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, and the bright red on his face quietly receded, but his face was full of panic.
"You, if you have the ability, give Mr. Wang a good time and do that dirty trick of extracting the soul and refining the soul. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?" The monk surnamed Wang saw that his plot to expose his Dantian Qi sea was discovered, and his face suddenly showed a miserable look.
Exhausting one's soul and refining one's soul is definitely the cruelest punishment for cultivators.
Thinking of the miserable situation of his soul being burned by the flames day by day, unable to survive or die, the monk surnamed Wang couldn't help but feel depressed.
"Suffering divine punishment? Fortunately, you are still a high-level Qi-refining cultivator. Do you think Zhao will believe such ridiculous claims that fool ordinary mortals? You should just let Zhao take out your soul." Monk surnamed Zhao.
He walked towards the monk named Wang with a gloomy face.
Just when the monk surnamed Wang was filled with despair, nine lavender fist-sized fireballs, like random arrows, were shot at the monk surnamed Zhao from all directions.
The face of the monk surnamed Zhao changed drastically. He almost instinctively threw the small hammer in his hand at the fireball. At the same time, he patted the bag on his waist, and a leaf exuding a scorching green light floated out. The leaf flashed lightly.
, right above the head of monk surnamed Zhao.
From the leaves, a circular khaki light shield spread out, almost wrapping the body of the monk surnamed Zhao. Several fireballs had already arrived in front of him.
Although the small hammer weapon resisted one of the fireballs, Xiao Lin cast nine fireballs, and the remaining eight fireballs hit the cyan light shield almost in no particular order.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The moment the fireballs touched the cyan light shield, they exploded one after another, and the scorching flames instantly enveloped the monk surnamed Zhao.
After a few breaths, the embarrassed figure of the monk surnamed Zhao appeared. The robes around him were in pieces. The leaf's magic weapon had also been disintegrated by green light, and the entire leaf surface was also covered with dense cracks.
But the moment he had just summoned the small hammer weapon into his hand, a seven-foot-long blade-shaped shadow volleyed down towards him. At the same time, nine huge lavender fireballs also expanded rapidly in his pupils again.
"No..." The pale face of the monk surnamed Zhao suddenly turned gray, and his eyes showed deep fear. He never thought in his dreams that an inconspicuous and seriously injured minor cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining,
He actually cultivated a Dzogchen-level elementary spell.
Moreover, Xiao Lin, who had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending that he had been severely injured, had already stood up in high spirits. He knew very well that for such cultivators who had reached the Great Perfection in the Qi Refining Period, they would either not take action, or they would have to take action once they did.
Achieve a one-hit kill.
Although the monk surnamed Zhao's face was full of fear, his eyes were not panicked. A dark scale magic weapon jumped out of the bag on his waist. The scale magic weapon flashed lightly and reached the top of the monk's head. At the same time, Zhao surnamed Zhao
An earthy yellow shield slowly formed in front of the monk.
"The Basic Dzogchen Spell Returning to Earth Shield?" Xiao Lin's face condensed, and he could tell at a glance that the khaki shield was a Dzogchen Basic Spell. However, he did not show any surprise. All this seemed to be what he expected.
within.
After all, in his opinion, he would be really surprised if a Dzogchen cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage didn't have a few trump cards.
"Qiang." The seven blade-shaped phantoms condensed by the seven-edged slash struck the scale magic weapon one after another. When the fifth phantom fell, the scale magic weapon fell into pieces and shattered. This scale magic weapon
Although it is a high-level magic weapon, it is still unable to withstand the full blow of Xiao Lin's best magic weapon, Seven-Blade Slash.
The monk surnamed Zhao seemed to have expected such an outcome. The khaki shield in front of him took the initiative to meet him. After the seven-edged sword smashed the scale weapon, his strength had reached the end of the crossbow, and the remaining power fell on the khaki shield.
When he came up, he suddenly had a bright light and disappeared without a trace.
There was a sneer on the lips of the monk surnamed Zhao. Although this person suddenly attacked him, as long as he resisted this wave of sneak attacks, he would have time to fight back. At that time, he and the monk surnamed Wang would definitely become "burning"
"Soul Lamp", let them also enjoy the taste of soul refining.
But as soon as he had this thought, a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart. Before he could do anything, a black light suddenly penetrated his chest, then made a diagonal turn and returned to Xiao Lin.
The body was spinning around him constantly.
"You?" The expression of the monk surnamed Zhao suddenly froze. He lowered his head and glanced at his chest in disbelief. There was actually a hole about an inch in size in his chest, and the surrounding flesh and blood had been burned to a burnt black.
At the same time, a feeling of powerlessness and weakness came out of his body.
"You actually hid a magic weapon?" The monk surnamed Zhao looked miserable. The small hammer magic weapon floating in the air passed through the void and hit him hard on the head. Suddenly his head was broken and blood spurted out.
, a ball of earth-yellow fist-sized spiritual light shot out from the crack in the head, reaching several feet away in the blink of an eye.
"Want to run away?" This monk surnamed Zhao is also a ruthless character. After knowing that he was seriously injured, he took the initiative to smash his forehead with a small hammer and escape from the soul.
When Xiao Lin saw this, he naturally would not be kind enough to let his soul leave. A lavender fireball in his hand was already ready to go. When the monk surnamed Zhao's soul was shot out of his body, the fireball had a lavender tail.
The flames shot toward his soul.
A shrill scream came from a distance, Xiao Lin took a deep breath, and then came to the monk surnamed Wang with a calm face.
"We have no incomprehensible hatred for this fellow Taoist. Now that the Taoist named Zhao is dead, I think fellow Taoist knows that if Wang's fire-splitting bead hadn't killed that bitch, even if fellow Taoist attacked from the side, at most
It can severely injure one person, but it is absolutely impossible to kill two people."
"I hope fellow Taoist, for the sake of our joint defense against powerful enemies, I will spare my life. What happened today will definitely be rotten in Wang's stomach and will never be spread." The monk surnamed Wang saw that the monk surnamed Zhao actually died.
Xiao Lin suddenly felt a sense of excitement about surviving a disaster in his hand, but when he saw Xiao Lin walking towards him with a gloomy face, his heart also "thumped".
He knew that Xiao Lin's killing of the monk surnamed Zhao was not to save him. The moment he saw Xiao Lin sneak attack the monk surnamed Zhao, he already understood that the man in front of him was deliberately pretending to be seriously injured by him in order to hurt Zhao.
The monk's attention turned to himself.
After thinking about this, the monk surnamed Wang naturally greeted Xiao Lin's ancestors in his heart, and felt regretful at the same time. But now that the matter has come to this, he has no power to resist at all. It is better to lower his posture and maybe survive.
Xiao Lin listened quietly to the monk surnamed Wang and then smiled slightly: "What Fellow Daoist Wang said makes sense."
Hearing this, the monk surnamed Wang showed a look of joy on his face, but just when he was about to continue striking while the iron was hot, he felt a sharp pain coming from his vest. The expression on his face suddenly froze, and he watched as it passed through his chest.
The fusiform magical weapon returned to Xiao Lin's hands.
"You?" The monk surnamed Wang had an expression of disbelief on his face. He thought he had a chance to survive, but he didn't expect this to be the result.
"Xiao is not going to imitate the soul-burning lamp made by the monk surnamed Zhao. It is better to send fellow Taoist Wang to be reincarnated and start over in the next life." After saying that, he shook his hands and threw a fireball, throwing a fireball at the horrified expression on his face.
The monk surnamed Wang was reduced to ashes, except for the storage bag around his waist, and even his soul was refined.
