Huo Yungang pointed at the bottom of the city: "Did you see a dozen people standing in the east-west direction?"
Guo Lin looked in the direction Huo Yungang knew and found a slope in the east-west direction. At this time, there were more than a dozen men of different sizes standing on the slope. Guo Lin narrowed his eyes: "The aura of those people is very huge... "
Huo Yungang exhaled: "If I guess correctly, the dozen men on the slope are all ghost king-level figures,"
"This is troublesome. We can't just watch Daoist Brother Gu Ye in danger without saving us," Guo Lin frowned.
"Hey, where is Lin San?" Wei Zhengming suddenly shouted.
Guo Lin turned around and glanced around, and sure enough he found that Lin San was missing.
"Ah, Lin San is down there," Wei Zhengming pointed at the city and shouted.
Guo Lin hurriedly leaned over and saw that Lin San had descended from the city wall at some point and was walking step by step towards Master Dry Leaf and Thousand-Handed Ghost King. Guo Lin raised his eyebrows and said, "What is Lin San going to do?"
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Lin San waved his hand, and hundreds of demon-suppressing knives appeared out of thin air, roaring and slashing at the Thousand-Handed Ghost King. Lin San was planning to surround Wei and save Zhao.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King snorted coldly, opened his mouth and sprayed out a jet of black mist to build a defensive wall in front of him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." Hundreds of demon-suppressing knives shot out hundreds of beams of fire, burning the dark mist completely.
"Ah," Thousand-Handed Ghost King's expression changed: "What a powerful flame,"
After hundreds of fires burned away the dark mist, they rushed directly towards the Thousand-Handed Ghost King.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King stepped aside in a flash and shouted softly: "Go back,"
The Thousand Arms that was attacking Master Dry Leaf suddenly split into half and flew over to defend the Thousand-Handed Ghost King.
Lin San waved his sleeve: "Behead,"
Hundreds of demon-suppressing knives spread out immediately and quickly slashed at the hundreds of arms flying towards them.
"Crack, crack, crack..." After a muffled sound, hundreds of arms were smashed into pieces by the demon-suppressing knife, and even the magic weapon in his hand was burned to ashes by Li Huo.
"What are these red knives? How can they be so powerful?" The Thousand-Handed Ghost King's expression became solemn for the first time. He muttered a few spells, and the hundreds of arms that were fighting with the Demon-Conquering Knife suddenly flew back quickly. , even the arms that besieged Master Dry Leaf were all called back by the Thousand-Handed Ghost King. A burst of light flashed, and all the arms were attached to the back of the Thousand-Handed Ghost King. At this time, the Thousand-Handed Ghost King raised a He quickly made a hand seal with his hand, and muttered a few words in an unintelligible language. The spiritual energy in the air suddenly jumped violently, and a layer of white light spots visible to the naked eye slowly emerged from all around. , in the blink of an eye, these white light spots merged together and turned into hundreds of white arms.
"Hey, these arms can actually be restored. Sure enough, there are some tricks." Lin San's eyes turned cold, and he wanted to command the Demon-Conquering Sword to ambush the hundreds of arms that had just gathered together. Unfortunately, just as Lin San's thoughts moved, the hundreds of arms The arm disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared on the back of the Thousand-Armed Ghost King.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King, who had just finished casting the spell, was obviously a little pale. Although her arms were transformed, each arm was attached with a ray of her divine will. Lin San accidentally killed hundreds of them just now. The Thousand-Armed Ghost King really suffered a hidden loss in terms of his arm.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, thank you for saving my life," Master Kuye came over and said gratefully.
Lin San waved his hand: "Fellow Daoist Dry Leaf, you and I belong to the same camp, and we should help each other." As Lin San spoke, he watched every move of the Thousand-Handed Ghost King vigilantly, without relaxing at all.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I...cough cough cough..." As soon as the dead leaf master finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently and hurriedly took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it.
Lin San frowned: "Fellow Daoist Dry Leaf, you are seriously injured and cannot fight any longer. While I am restraining the Thousand-Handed Ghost King, you should quickly return to the city wall."
"No, I can't leave you here alone," Master Guye shook his head firmly.
"Fellow Daoist Dry Leaf, given your current state, you will only become a burden to me if you stay," Lin San said with a slightly more serious tone.
"But you..." Master Gu Ye still wanted to speak.
"Fellow Daoist Dry Leaf, don't worry, the Thousand-Handed Ghost King can't hurt me," Lin San said in a slower tone.
Master Dead Leaf thought of the hundreds of demon-suppressing knives that Lin San had just hit, and nodded slightly: "Be careful yourself," after saying that, he dispersed the giant spirit spell, returned to his original body shape, and performed a flying spell. The weapon flew towards the city wall.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King stood aside quietly and did not make any move to stop him.
Seeing Master Dead Leaf escape safely, Lin San breathed a sigh of relief. Now that he was no longer a burden, he could let go and start a big fight.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King looked Lin San up and down, then lightly opened his red lips: "Who are you?"
Lin San smiled faintly: "A nobody,"
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King glanced at the hundreds of demon-suppressing knives floating in front of Lin San: "Can you tell me the origin of these knives?"
"Okay, but I have a condition," Lin San said with a smile.
"What conditions?" Thousand-Handed Ghost King was stunned.
"It's very simple." Lin San glanced at the Thousand-Handed Ghost King's towering chest: "Take off your clothes and let me admire them for a few times, and I will tell you the origin of these knives." Lin San was clearly teasing the Thousand-Handed Ghost King again. , indeed shameless enough.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost King's face sank: "Looking for death." The Thousand-Handed Ghost King waved his hands in unison, and hundreds of magic weapons immediately rained down on Lin San.
Lin San took a step back, stretched out his hand and pointed at the hundreds of demon-suppressing knives: "Set up the formation,"
"Swish, swish, swish..." One hundred and eight demon-suppressing knives spread out immediately, forming a sword array.
With a slight movement, Lin San fell into the middle of the sword formation. Lin San's thoughts moved, and hundreds of demon-subduing knives began to spin rapidly. Thin red lines shot out from the demon-subduing knives. Hundreds of magic weapons were all beaten into shabu-shabu.
"I don't believe I can't kill you," the Thousand-Handed Ghost King roared angrily, stretched out his hand to pat his chest, opened his mouth and spit out an ugly gourd. The gourd was as big as a palm, and its body was pitch black. An ancient aura of vicissitudes of life slowly emanated from the gourd.
The moment the Thousand-Hand Ghost King took out the gourd, Lin San's eyelids twitched involuntarily. He felt that the Thousand-Hand Ghost King's gourd was very dangerous.
"This gourd is called the Black Fire Gourd. It is an ancient magic weapon, also commonly known as an ancient treasure. Although it is said to be an ancient treasure, it is actually more powerful than ordinary spiritual treasures." Thousand-Handed Ghost King opened the gourd cover and said, He stretched out his slender fingers and flicked the gourd, "Swish, swish, swish..." More than a dozen black flames suddenly burst out from the mouth of the gourd. These black flames flew away and roared towards the Demon-Suppressing Knife.