Looking at the golden lion demon that turned into a pile of broken metals, Guo Lin smiled bitterly. He wanted to study it, but now it's time to do it! "You have to leave here quickly." Guo Lin looked around with alertness. His soul power was one level higher than his strength, and he felt that many people were rushing towards him.
"Is this? Magic Crystal?" His eyes narrowed, and a faint blue light attracted Guo Lin's attention in the dazzling golden light.
"This is not bad. The magic crystal of the first-level refining king can last longer. I wonder if there is this one?" Picking up the magic crystals scattered on the ground, Guo Lin squatted down again and searched next to another pile of golden broken metal.
"Another one. This is so lucky." Guo Lin said to himself, holding the magic crystal end and looking at it for a long time before he put it into the demon-sealing ring. When he was shooting a cannon in the River of Destiny, Guo Lin might not have one magic crystal if he killed a hundred monsters, but now two of them suddenly appeared. This luck is so amazing. Guo Lin secretly admired his character.
Guo Lin felt aroused in his heart and thought to himself, those people shouldn't be just for these magic crystals. But what else is there for these magic crystals besides acting as materials for magic energy cannons? Guo Lin shook his head. It would be great if he could absorb energy like the Tianlian Stone. Thinking of this, Guo Lin was suddenly stunned.
The magic crystal is the source of the energy of the monster and its essence. He thinks this possibility is very high, why didn’t he think of it before? No, if the magic crystal could become a material for cultivation like the Tianlian Stone, I’m afraid the demon hunters would have snatched it crazy.
After sighing inwardly, Guo Lin felt that if such a person continues to be depressed, he would not gain anything. It seems that it is better to catch someone and ask questions.
Zhu Tian's wrath fell without leaving any grass, just in time to put out the fire here.
Using his soul power to sense the position of the people coming around, Guo Lin ran out from an uninhabited direction as the earthly evil spirit followed the wind. What surprised him was that Long Wei Chuxue followed closely and did not fall at all. Thinking that she was now at the advanced level of spiritual refining, Guo Lin felt relieved again.
Guo Lin once planned to let Chuxue, who was at the high level of spiritual refining, continue to absorb Tianlian coins and advance to the King of Refining, but failed. He pinched Tianlian coins and Chuxue remained motionless. When Guo Lin asked, Chuxue's answer was: Before the master broke through to the King of Refining, Chuxue could not continue practicing.
Guo Lin secretly praised his surprise. The combat core of the refiner-level master was indeed extraordinary. It was the longest sentence that Guo Lin heard Chu Xue said.
"What's going on? Who will explain it?"
Shortly after Guo Lin left, dozens of people came from all directions, including several powerful masters of the King of Refining. The old man who spoke had long beards, white hair, and a gray robe, with a hypocritical pair of old eyes, bright and energetic.
"Elder Zhen, look. Golden Lion Demon! Both ends are dead. How is that possible? That kid is only at the middle level of spiritual refining." The man in shadow blade armor pointed to the bones of the Golden Lion Demon who turned into metal fragments and said in an incredible tone.
"Is it that he used the Qingtian Thunder just now? He killed the Golden Lion Demon's Thunder in one blow? It's so amazing. What level of magic is that?" Behind Elder Zhen, a woman in yellow clothes said, "Elder, I suggest that the disciples in the hall capture him alive together. Force him to hand over the magic trick of Qingtian Thunder."
"Yes! Senior Sister Yun is right, Elder Zhen, as long as you get this magic trick, who dares to underestimate our Xuanshe Hall?"
The white-bearded elder pondered for a moment, and his eyes flashed: "Tell me the order, search the whole mountain, as long as there is news about this, come back and report immediately. After the matter is completed, all the informants will be awarded ten king-level crystal cores."
"Swish, swish, swish..." After a white light, only the hypocritical white-bearded elder was left on the spot. He closed his serious expression and smiled sinisterly: "It's no problem to obtain this magical skill, the position of the Lord of the Hall. If I capture this person, I have to interrogate him alone. But why is it a bit like..." He didn't say anything afterwards.
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Besides, Guo Lin bypassed the siege and sneaked eastward. About half an hour later, two people jumped out of the trunks on both sides to block his way. Judging from the patterns on the two of them, they were exactly the group of people. One had thick eyebrows, big eyes, medium figure, and the other had a sharp-mouthed cheek, with thin bones. The two of them were carrying a heavy sword on their shoulders.
The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked at Guo Lin up and down, and said in a surprised voice: "Are you the one who killed the Golden Warcraft?" Indeed, although Guo Lin, who is currently eighteen years old, has taken off his childishness, he is still very young, too young.
"Not bad! It's me." Guo Lin said with a smile, "I originally wanted to catch one and Tantan's mouth, but I didn't expect that I would come to my door."
After hearing Guo Lin's words, the man with thick eyebrows tightened his heart. He looked at the cool and handsome Chuxue behind Guo Lin again, and a ray of wisdom flashed in his eyes. A low voice was a little afraid: "Junior Brother Monkey, keep him steady. I'll report to the elder."
The man called Monkey patted his chest and said with a strange smile: "Go. Brother Niu Bi, he can't escape with me."
He nodded, and with a "swoosh", the man used the teleportation scroll to report the message. Almost at the same time, a black breath suddenly rose on the ground where Guo Lin was standing. The man named Junior Brother Monkey only felt his eyes blurred, and then Guo Lin's body blurred.
The middle-level third-level magical evil was used with the wind. The next second, Guo Lin appeared in front of the pointed-mouthed monkey-chessed man who was stunned.
Guo Lin raised his foot and rushed into his stomach. The latter suddenly flew out like a cannonball, and "bumping" broke three trees in a row. "Crashing", the last ancient tree that ten people held hands and didn't necessarily embrace him blocked him.
The force of falling back shocked a pine needle leaf.
Under this blow, the man with sharp mouth and cheeks felt dizzy and his internal organs were about to move. His stomach and intestines rolled, and then he spit out a mouthful of sour gastric juice.
The mottled shot in from the gaps of the leaves and sprinkled on the lush grass.
"Sharp." This is Guo Lin's footsteps. The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks covered his kicked belly, raised his head in pain, and saw a pretty face. Because, with the sunlight on his back, this face was a little dark.
Guo Lin flipped his wrist and the murderous Shura blood knife held the neck of the pointed-mouthed monkey-cheeked man. He said, "Stop me? Where do you get the confidence?" There was a strong contempt in his voice.
Is this thin man a fool? He knows that the other party has the ability to kill two golden lion demons, but he still jumps out and speaks shamelessly. What is the difference between this and sticking out his head and actively slapping people in the face? But some people are so stupid.
"Oh! It hurts so much."
The thin man covered his stomach and rolled on the ground, and actually avoided the knife that was on his neck. He rolled and crawled for ten meters before he stood up.
He rolled up his sleeves, swung the heavy sword at Guo Lin, muttering: "You dare to kick me. Let you see how powerful your Grandpa Monkey is." On the heavy sword, a golden light lit up unique to the cultivator, with a faint green color in the golden light indicating his initial level of spiritual refining.
"I don't know how to live or die." With a clang, Guo Lin held the Shura Blood Sword and slashed out a red blood wind. Following the blood wind, his body turned into an arrow from the string and rushed forward straight. When the blood-colored sword wind touched the heavy sword in his hand, Guo Lin's Shura Blood Sword also arrived.
"Sharp!" With a dazzling golden light, the heavy sword in the man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek was cut by one or two pieces. Compared with the light and sharp long sword, Guo Lin prefers this domineering blood sword, which concentrates all the power in his body on the sword and bursts out to defeat the enemy. This feels very good.
The sword aura fell on the man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and the violent energy poured into his body, destroying the cells in his body like a shattering blow. A blood arrow was spit out from his mouth, as if he was hit by a violent force, and he flew backwards again.
This time, he fell a total of fifty meters away.
Guo Lin's body movement was like the wind, flew over, stepped on his twitching body, his gentle smile on his face, "Tell me your identity, and what I should know."