Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh behind the scenes
Lin Yanli saw Li Zhujiu and others approaching, jumped down from a high place, stepped on two sword lights, and dodged in front of Li Zhujiu.
Li Zhujiu raised the melon seed shell in his hand and threw the man dragging in Li Shang's hand in front of Lin Yanli, "If you guessed correctly, the strange disease that Song Zhiyu's father suffered from should be caused by this guy.
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Lin Yanli circled around the man, raised his eyebrows and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this guy should be a ghoul."
The so-called ghoul is a special existence between corpses and ghosts. Due to its special form of existence, there are not many records in books.
Li Zhujiu tilted her head subconsciously. She didn't read many books and didn't know the difference between ghosts. She only knew that this man made her very uncomfortable and she was about to lie on the ground before he could even use a few swords.
Lin Yanli cast her eyes on Qin Kunyu and sighed helplessly when she saw that his clothes were in tatters.
"Qin Kunyu, your practice is not up to par!"
Qin Kunyu wanted to get in through the gap in the ground, squatted down and covered his face with his hands, and said half-deadly: "I will practice hard! I am worthy of Master Chen's teachings."
Lin Yanli shrugged. Qin Kunyu's talent was not good to begin with. His Dantian had been shattered once before. It is not easy to reach the peak of Qi training at this age. He really couldn't place too many demands.
Originally, Chen Mok intended to accept him as his disciple, but later Chen Mokou, who acted purely on temperament, chose Liu Rushi, leaving Qin Kunyu's mess on Chen Qiuyu.
There was no way, he couldn't just leave people there without teaching anything, so Chen Qiuyu had no choice but to accept Qin Kunyu as his disciple and teach him the way of swordsmanship.
Li Zhujiu patted Qin Kunyu's shoulder, grinned, showing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, little brother Kunyu, it will take a long time, and there will be many places to be embarrassed in the future. This time, as a man, show off your face."
Grind it thicker.”
Qin Kunyu:......
Lin Yanli hooked up his fingers and pulled out a ray of sword light. The sword light turned into a rope, wrapped around the cuckold zombie's neck, and dragged it in front of him.
"Where's the other one?"
"A dog was hacked to death because it was too ugly."
"All right."
Lin Yanli opened his right hand, and a head filled with pink mist rolled on the ground. He cried quietly, which made people's hair stand on end.
Li Zhujiu stretched out his foot and kicked it, saying in disgust: "This thing is a bit noisy, can it be chopped?"
"Wait until you find the mastermind behind this, then draw your sword."
"appropriate!"
Lin Yanli raised his head and looked up into the sky, his eyes slightly closed, and he pinched several Taoist formulas with his fingers, twisting out a wisp of breath from the three ghosts.
"found it."
Li Zhujiu's eyes narrowed, and he handed over the long sword in his hand, and the majestic sword energy overlapped and emerged. It flashed away, as fast as a galloping horse, and the strands of sword light gathered together and suddenly dispersed.
There is no murderous intention, no murderous intention, just ordinary swordsmanship, one sword fall, and the cultivation of three-headed ghosts.
Lin Yanli patted the storage bag with her right hand, and a divine traveling boat fell at her feet. She carried Li Shang and Qin Kunyu onto the divine traveling boat, and drank lightly at Li Zhujiu: "Three miles to the northeast corner of Gusha City.
land!"
Li Zhujiu nodded, pushed her finger, and a flying sword shot out from her heart. In the illusory space, Li Zhujiu followed the flying sword quietly for three miles and arrived at a village in the northeast corner of Gusha City.
The village was silent, and the ruins of the dilapidated walls were covered with dust and cobwebs, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.
Li Zhujiu's mind moved slightly, he raised his fingers together, and whispered: "The stars are listening! The two instruments are in the house, the circulation is brilliant, the tact is unpredictable, can kill the flying gods, the heavenly sword is coming!"
Lifting his finger, several rays of light flew from the sky. Li Zhujiu, who had a sword hidden in his heart, changed the seal he pinched in his hand, and the light of the sword turned into a small needle, and poured down.
Her natal flying sword masterpiece "Xin Si" ranks higher than Lin Yanli's flying sword in the ranking of Bai Qing's flying swords.
The mind is complex, ever-changing, and the magical powers are complex.
A sudden rainstorm disrupted the sky in this village. Li Zhujiu twisted his wrist, and his natal flying sword shot out from his heart. The wrapped sword intent dragged the dazzling sword light and cut a dry well in half.
A black figure flew out of the dry well, grabbed the edge of the well with his fingers, jumped into the air with all his strength.
He was a skinny old man, with mottled and complex auras on his body, both vitality and twilight, showing the signs of decay and decay as his life span was about to expire.
The old man looked unkind and said: "Fellow Taoist, I have no grudges against you, so why bother me with my Qing Cultivation!"
He counted with his fingers, his pupils dilated, and he screamed: "My four-headed puppet."
In the sky, Lin Yanli jumped off the divine boat and came to Li Zhujiu. He thoughtfully helped Li Zhujiu take off his shawl and said with a smile: "Let those ghosts help you absorb the vitality of mortals to extend your life."
,Aren’t you afraid of being traced by the Immortal Alliance?”
The old man's face was gloomy, and his hoarse voice was breathtaking in the wind, "With so many monks, can the Immortal Alliance handle them?"
Lin Yanli put Li Zhujiu's shawl into his storage bag, and moved the fingers of his right hand from his face to his chest, "It deserves to be cut with a sword!"
"They are just two second-level yellow-haired girls. Let me see how capable you are."
Lin Yanli frowned slightly. He was able to stand in the air. There was no doubt that the old man was a monk in the third realm. There was no trace of his heels from his clothes.
"So what if you're in the second realm? Today we'll use the second realm to kill you, the ruined third realm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a silver thread appeared between the two fingers on Lin Yanli's chest. The old man raised his head suddenly and saw a fish leaping in the sky. A fat and wide whale opened its abyss and swallowed the old man in one bite.
It suddenly hit the ground.
Li Zhujiu immediately launched his flying sword, his heavenly eyes were clear, and the stars were accompanying him, which was similar to Shen Qiao's sun and moon.
The golden strands scattered by the stars formed a pair of sun and moon in the sky, and fell on the old man.
The skinny old man was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He didn't expect Li Zhujiu's sword energy to be so heavy. He turned his hand and took out a golden bell.
Shaking gently, the majestic evil spirit flew out from the mouth of the well, condensing a huge evil spirit sword in the air. A huge skeleton suddenly appeared behind Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu, holding the evil spirit broad sword, and slashed it on the ground.
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The ground cracked instantly, and a piece of mud spattered out. It was as thick as glue and emitted a foul smell. His magical powers were somewhat similar to those of the ghoul man Li Zhujiu had dealt with.
Another swing of the knife caused the entire ground to tremble. The strong wind brought by the skeleton's swing of the knife lifted Lin Yanli several feet away, and his body staggered to the ground.
Lin Yanli rubbed her sore elbow, her face sank, she grabbed a handful of talismans from her storage bag and threw them out.
When the old man saw this scene, he immediately concluded that Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu were the disciples of the sect on the mountain who came down from the mountain for training, and he had the idea of escape.