"I am a disciple of the Seven Degree Space, Xuanshe Hall. Bastard, take your feet away. Cough cough..." The man with a sharp mouth and cheeks vomited blood made a shocking speech, which made Guo Lin raise his eyebrows.
"Seven-degree space?" Guo Lin murmured to himself, his gentle smile slowly retracted, and then he sneered again. He stepped on the chest of the pointed-mouthed monkey-cheeked man, "Very good, continue."
Xuanshe Hall is a branch of the seven-degree space. The disciples in the hall are composed of inner disciples, and their overall strength is stronger than the Rat Hall that was destroyed by Guo Lin and the other three. Of course, as a small famous force in the mainland, there are at least thousands of people in one hall. However, on that day, Guo Lin and the other three were mostly the elites of the Rat Hall.
There are five halls in the seven-degree space. In addition to the hall led by the sect leader Aoki, there are four halls. According to their strength, they are the Leopard Hall, Eagle Hall, Snake Hall, and Rat Hall. In addition to the rat Hall, the other halls are composed of inner disciples.
Elder Zhen is the deputy hall master of Xuanshe Hall, named Zhen Hongxian, and is a mid-level martial arts refining king. Above him, there is also a hall master named Lei Fenghao, who is a high-level martial arts refining king. Because Xuanshe Hall does not have a soul-level strong man, he has the lowest status among the various inner halls.
Zhou Zetian, the master of the intermediate-level magic refining king of the Rat Hall, has been killed by the combined attack of Guo Lin and Meiying. The battle of the Demon-Sealing Silver Lake gave the opportunity to attack the Rat Hall at the inner gate hall, and all hopes were destroyed. At the same time, because of this, the Seven Degree Space has become a laughing stock for the people in the central mainland.
"After three demon hunters, one hall was destroyed, only the fifth-rate sect could do such a thing."
"Even if you create a small sect, don't join the seven-degree space."
Such sounds spread everywhere.
It can be said that the battle made Qide Space look disgraceful. Under the pressure of Fengyu Pavilion, the leader of Qide Space Sect, Aoki, was furious, but he could only break his teeth and swallow his stomach. He could not say anything about his suffering. If a person gets unlucky, he can't stop him. Later, some sects that have business dealings with Qide Space were like people who hide from Qide Space like plague gods. Even the aristocratic families who worship them as protective umbrellas on the territory controlled by Qide Space felt that they were dull and their families migrated...
Because of that incident, it can be said that the seven-degree space has lost all its face.
As a last resort, Aoki finally made a difficult decision. This is also the reason why Guo Linhui encountered the seven-degree space again here.
In order to hunt and kill monsters, this forest was arranged by people from the seven-degree space to have a large number of teleportation arrays. Therefore, this is also the reason why the two of them were able to block Guo Lin in front.
The enemy is narrow, but the deputy head of Xuanshe Hall Zhen Hongxian, who had not realized that the person he wanted to capture was the demon hunter who brought great shame to the seventh degree space.
Guo Lin didn't even know that the follow-up story triggered by the Battle of the Demon Silver Lake was so exciting.
"You mean this crystal core can be exchanged for money, right?" Guo Lin smiled at the tragic experience of the seven-degree space. He directly grabbed the most valuable information. At this time, a blue crystal core was sandwiched on the tip of his left finger. It was the result of killing the Golden Lion Demon.
"Yes. The crystal core of the primary level of the king can be exchanged for fifty-day refining coins in the sect, and then it will be sold to the Shenci Pavilion at the price of one hundred-day refining coins in the sect." He was seriously injured by Guo Lin, the man seemed to be much more honest. What Guo Lin asked and what he answered was clear.
If you change your hand, you can actually sell 100 days of refining coins, so the two crystal cores in your hand will only 200 days of refining coins. If this happens, how much money can you make if you stay in this magical forest for a day? Guo Lin suppressed the enthusiasm in his heart. "What is Shenci Pavilion?"
The pointed-mouthed monkey-cheeked man said: "Shenci Pavilion is a sect that rose up a few years ago. His predecessor was Tianya Hai Pavilion, which is comparable to Fengyu Pavilion."
"Tianya Hai Pavilion?" Guo Lin vaguely remembered that Mei Ying and Lin Zifeng mentioned it when they met, and it seemed that they had been destroyed. Guo Lin said: "It was Shenci Pavilion that replaced Tianya Hai Pavilion and then collected the crystal cores of monsters, right? What's the use of them collecting the crystal cores of monsters?"
"Let the knife go, I will tell you." The evil aura on the Shura blood knife made him uneasy.
Instead, Guo Lin put the blood knife closer to the man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, and drew a blood mark, and sneered: "Do you have room to bargain?"
"Buzz buzz..." Just as Guo Lin asked about the key to the matter, the hum of the collective teleportation scroll came from the shrouds.
"其..." The long sound wave, carrying the energy of a king-level powerful man, gathered from far to near. Finally, it gathered on Guo Lin. The latter felt his chest was stuffy and his blood was churning. He quickly flew back nearly a hundred meters, and saw a majestic transparent blade of air flying over at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever he passed, the surrounding plants and trees suddenly turned into ashes.
The blade of the air seemed flashy but not solid, but it was not dispersed. The energy contained in it made Guo Lin fear. His eyes were cold and his eyes narrowed into a line. The power in the meridians was like a wild horse that had broken away from reins, galloping along his arms and gathered on the blood-colored Shura Sword. In an instant, the Shura Blood Sword shone brightly.
"Break it for me, hell's slash!"
Guo Lin let out a long roar, and a terrifying aura from hell appeared on the blood-colored Shura Sword in his hand. The Shura Blood Sword was like a channel connecting to hell, and a monstrous and strange killing aura appeared from it. A black rainbow shot out from the Shura Sword, bringing out an unparalleled power. The blood-colored light sprinkled throughout the forest, which was shocking and terrifying, as if dragging people to the blood-colored Shura Hell.
The Hell's Underworld Slash is the exclusive combat skill contained in the Shura Blood Sword. Faced with the attack of the King Refining, Guo Lin finally used it out. "Cool!" The pure middle-level combat skill, coupled with the exclusive weapon, brought about the sonic boom sound of tearing the air, is even better than the storm of the nine arrows that broke through the wind and broke through. In fact, there was a faint crack in space that appeared from the blade.
That is the sign that the attack power reaches the level of King Refining!
What is the power of exclusive martial arts on top-level weapons?
"Break!" The Shura Blood Knife, which turned into a long rainbow, finally collided with this invisible ability. A low roar suddenly sounded in the forest, just like the moment when a missile exploded, and the dazzling strong light shot out. Then, within a hundred meters around, rows of ancient trees were torn and broken and blown away. Ashes flew!
The surrounding spirit-level monsters were frightened and fled one after another.
"Huh." In the fog, a surprised voice came from the old man. The owner of the voice was very surprised at Guo Lin's attack on the sound wave that split his own.
In the fog, Guo Lin was invisible in an instant, and his eyes were alert to shoot back and forth. He liked to sneak attack others in the fog, but it didn't mean that he also liked to be sneak attacked. The black air unique to the wind lingered on his feet. Guo Lin's body was moving rapidly.
About half a quarter of an hour later, the dust fell and the fog finally dissipated. Seeing the sharpening of the knife within a hundred meters around, Guo Lin's mouth slightly raised, and a signature smile appeared on the way, the kind of smile that only happened when killing people.