The jade tablet shattered, and a wisp of strange fluctuations spread out in all directions.
"This is... a message board!"
Lin Bei's eyes showed a hint of surprise.
What Shen Nuannuan is holding in her hand is an ancient method of communication.
Use special methods to inject an inner force or spiritual power into multiple objects.
After the load-bearing object is fragmented, the remaining load-bearing objects can receive the message within a certain distance.
Both good jade and human bones are psychic and can be used as such bearings.
Lin Bei also knew about this kind of thing from ancient inheritance, and this was the first time he saw it today.
I didn't expect that Shen Nuannuan, a little star, could have something beyond the ordinary world.
Then I thought about the mother-in-law trying to seize the lucky beads, and the many evil ornaments on her body.
This woman is indeed involved with the Jianghu forces!
"Lan Yuesheng, come behind me!"
Lin Bei shouted softly.
Lan Yuesheng also felt something was wrong and walked up behind him obediently.
Lin Bei narrowed his eyes slightly.
He felt two auras approaching rapidly from a hundred meters away.
boom!
The dressing room door was violently kicked open.
Two figures with skinny bodies but over 1.8 meters tall appeared at the door.
They wore linen clothes, were almost naked from the waist up, and had no shoes on their feet.
The tops of their heads were even more bare, and there were actually two monks.
But he is not a monk from the Dragon Kingdom.
Judging from their skin color and appearance, they are obviously from the Southeast Asian generation.
Foreign monks!
"Miss Shen, what happened?"
A black-skinned monk stepped forward and asked in broken Longguo dialect.
Shen Nuannuan shouted directly: "Two masters, kill these two people immediately."
"This man who is protecting Lan Yuesheng recognized the magic weapon you gave me."
"You were trying to steal the lucky pearl for my mother-in-law. It was this man who told Lan Yuesheng that she threw it away. This man is probably a Jianghu person from the Dragon Kingdom."
"Hurry up and take action, otherwise I will be exposed, and your plan will also be ruined."
Hearing this, the monk suddenly looked surprised and looked towards Lin Bei.
One of the middle-aged monks, who was in his forties, stepped forward and said directly: "Boy, can you actually recognize our magic weapon?"
"I recognized it, so what?"
Lin Bei looked at the two foreign monks.
He could feel that these two monks had a touch of spiritual power, but they were not practicing formal systematic methods.
Combined with the various evil weapons on Shen Nuannuan's body, these two people should be practicing the witchcraft of Southeast Asia.
However, the two people in front of them are not strong, and they are definitely not as strong as a top half-step master like Jiang Zhenyue.
At this time, the middle-aged monk said: "The fact that you can recognize the magic weapon of our Lanke Temple means that you are not ordinary behind the scenes."
"Boy, tell me your origins honestly, and leave your sect's inheritance, so that I can give you a happy death with my own hands without using magic weapons."
Lin Bei suddenly sneered: "How dare these rubbish things be called magic weapons?"
The middle-aged monk suddenly became furious: "How dare you call our Lanke Temple's inherited magical artifacts rubbish?"
"Forget it, I will kill you now, and then use the powerful secret technique of my Lanke Temple to refine your flesh and bones into Buddhist beads and your skin into a human skin drum!"
boom!
When he finished speaking, a chilling aura emitted from the middle-aged monk's body.
This is completely different from the internal spiritual power of warrior practitioners, but belongs to the more ancient lineage of witchcraft.
The middle-aged monk at this moment is like a gloomy ghost. Just one look at it can take away one's soul!
Head-dropping master!
It’s still the Jiangtou lineage with a long heritage!
Lan Yuesheng, an ordinary person, was so frightened by this breath that he turned pale and even broke out in a cold sweat.
Shen Nuannuan wasn't much better, but her eyes were full of excitement.
As long as Lin Bei and Lan Yuesheng are dead, what does this little suffering mean?
The middle-aged monk said grimly: "Boy, in view of your disrespect to our Lanke Temple just now, I am going to give you the most painful way to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Bei suddenly felt a mysterious force coming from all directions, trying to get into his body.
Head-lowering technique!
Intangible and without substance, he curses others from afar!
Although it has been recorded in the inheritance, this was the first time Lin Bei saw such a thing with his own eyes.
The mysterious power released by this monk is a kind of attack technique, and it is very secretive and almost difficult to detect.
If Lin Bei's strength wasn't much higher than his, I'm afraid he might have been hit without even feeling anything at this time.
However, relying solely on the strength of this monk, he is not afraid even if he is attacked.
With Lin Bei's current physical body, this power cannot invade at all.
"It's just a little trick! Break it for me!"
Lin Bei smiled faintly, and the spiritual power surged out of his body.
boom!
In an instant, more violent power emerged from Lin Bei's body.
The middle-aged monk's mysterious head-lowering technique could not be resisted at all, and he was directly beaten back by the spiritual power.
puff!
The middle-aged monk spit out a mouthful of blood.
The head-lowering technique seems to work well, but if it fails, it will suffer serious backlash.
He failed to lower his head to Lin Bei, and now the backlash is coming!
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the middle-aged monk turned pale and could no longer stand still.
"Junior brother!"
Another older monk exclaimed and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
Then he exclaimed: "You kid, you can actually break my head-lowering technique of Lan Ke Si?"
Shen Nuannuan was directly shocked by these words.
The head-lowering technique of the two masters was actually broken by Lin Bei?
Those are the people from Lanke Temple, the first inheritance of the Xiang Kingdom in Southeast Asia!
Lan Yuesheng couldn't believe it either.
She just felt a storm coming from Lin Bei's body, and then all the gloominess in the dressing room disappeared.
Lin Bei is so powerful?
In front of everyone, Lin Bei just smiled coldly: "I thought it was a particularly powerful trick, but it's just a variant of a curse spell."
"Our ancestors stopped wanting this kind of thing a few years ago."
"I didn't expect that if you guys, you demon monks, secretly learned it, you would become the number one inheritor."
"How ridiculous!"
Everyone was shocked immediately.
The two monks also became furious immediately.
"How dare you call us a rotten Kesi?"
"You still dare to call us monster monks?"
"Boy, accept your fate!"
The two furious demon monks took out their proud magic weapons.
The middle-aged monk took out a blood-red human skin drum, and the old monk took out a black bead, which turned out to be a black relic!
Seeing this scene, Shen Nuannuan suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, it turns out to be the evil heart relic!"
"I saw the old master use this evil heart relic to cast a spell from the air to kill a Muay Thai master from the Xiang Kingdom."
"Lin Bei, you are dead today!"
The old demon monk just sneered when he heard this: "That Muay Thai master is just a small fish and shrimp."
"I once used this evil heart relic to curse and kill a half-step master guarding the border at the border of your Dragon Kingdom!"
"I can kill even martial arts masters. It's certainly easy to kill a kid like you!"
The invisibility aura on the old demon monk exploded, and the head-lowering technique was activated directly!