"There are actually black flames in this world." Lin San was stunned.
"Zi la..." The Li Huo shot by the Demon-Conquering Knife quickly collided with the black flames. A harsh sound sounded. The Li Huo and the black flames were deadlocked in the air. Judging from their posture, it seemed that no one could do anything to the other.
Lin San frowned and waved his hand. The Lihuo shot out by the Demon-Conquering Sword suddenly increased by one generation.
The black flames are powerful, but there are too many Lihuos. As time goes by, the black flames can no longer hold up and begin to retreat.
I don’t know what those black flames are. Lihuo can only repel them, but cannot destroy them at all.
Seeing that the black flames he sprayed were at a disadvantage, the Thousand-Handed Ghost King's expression finally changed. He raised his head and shouted: "You old ghosts, what are you looking at? Why don't you come here and help me?"
A group of black mist floated from the east and west. When it came to a foot away from the Thousand-Armed Ghost King, the black mist broke. A dozen men in black robes flew out. These dozen men were fat, thin, and some. Some are tall and some are low, some are white and some are black, some are handsome and some are ugly. Each man has a skull embroidered on his chest. Waves of sinister atmosphere emanate from these men.
Lin San, who was standing in the sword formation, glanced at him secretly with his consciousness. His face suddenly darkened. These dozen men were all at the Nascent Soul stage. Three of them were at the late Nascent Soul stage. The rest were all at the Nascent Soul stage. In the mid-term, the strength is very strong.
A tall, thin man in black robe said sinisterly: "Split half of the people to monitor those guys on the city wall. The remaining people will work together with me to attack the boy standing in the sword formation."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." Immediately, seven or eight men in black robes lined up under the city wall to monitor the group of guys on the wall.
The tall and thin man in black robe waved his sleeves and touched a blue crutch: "Hit me." After saying that, he raised the crutch and threw it towards the demon-suppressing sword formation.
The other men in black robes also offered their magic weapons. However, they besieged Lin San. These people all knew that the flames emitted by the Demon-Following Knife were very powerful, so they did not use their magic weapons to touch the Demon-Following Knife. Instead, they used the aura inspired by the magic weapons to follow Fu. The magic sword entangles.
On the city wall.
Master Gu Ye was held tightly by several people. They said nothing and refused to let Master Gu Ye continue to fight.
"Let me go." Master Guye yelled, "Let me go down and help fellow Daoist Lin."
"Fellow Daoist Dry Leaf, please calm down. You are seriously injured now. If you continue, you will only die in vain." Huo Yungang said in a deep voice.
"I don't care. Even if I die, I will save Daoist Lin." Master Gu Ye struggled fiercely.
Huo Yungang frowned. He quickly stretched out his palm and knocked Master Gu Ye unconscious: "Send Fellow Daoist Gu Ye down to rest."
The two Jindan disciples immediately picked up Master Dry Leaf and flew away.
Guo Lin and Wei Zhengming looked at each other and wanted to jump off the city wall.
"Fellow Daoist Guo, Fellow Daoist Wei, what are you doing?" Huo Yungang shouted hurriedly.
Guo Lin stopped and turned to look at Huo Yungang: "Lin San is a member of our Tianshan Sect. I can't just watch him be besieged to death."
Huo Yungang gave a wry smile and pointed at the seven or eight men in black robes standing in a row under the city: "The other party has been prepared for a long time. Even if you go down, it is impossible to rescue Lin San."
Guo Lin was silent for a moment. Then he raised his hand to Huo Yungang: "Fellow Daoist Huo, I know you don't have a good impression of Lin San. But we are allies after all. You can't just ignore death. When it comes to monks in the Nascent Soul stage, we still have more. .As long as we rush down together, those Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Ghost Cultivator Sect will not be able to stop us."
Huo Yungang shook his head: "No. Definitely not. We haven't figured out the enemy's reality yet. What if we all fly down and are in danger of the ghost cultivator? I'm not afraid of death, but of ghosts. The cultivator sect captures the city. At that time, the tens of thousands of cultivators in the city will be in great danger."
"Could we just see Lin San in danger?" Guo Lin asked anxiously.
Huo Yungang took a deep breath: "War is destined to kill people. Sacrificing Lin San alone can keep everyone safe. It is still worth it."
"You..." Guo Lin almost cursed.
Wei Zhengming reached out and pulled Guo Lin.
Guo Lin turned his head in confusion.
"Senior Brother Guo and Fellow Daoist Huo are right. We can't put everyone in danger just to save Lin San." Wei Zhengming said expressionlessly.
Guo Lin was stunned: "Junior Brother Wei, can you bear to watch Lin San die?"
Wei Zhengming shook his head slightly: "Sometimes, some sacrifices are still necessary."
Guo Lin was stunned. He suddenly felt that he didn't know Wei Zhengming. In the past, Wei Zhengming was upright and selfless. He treated the elders and disciples in the sect as relatives. Even though Lin San did not have a position in the Tianshan Sect, he was still considered a member of the Tianshan Sect. How could Wei Zhengming, a member of the faction, abandon Lin San and ignore him?
After a while, Guo Lin sighed softly: "That's all. Since none of you are willing to go, then I will save Lin San myself."
"Senior Brother Guo, please don't be impulsive." Wei Zhengming frowned.
Guo Lin glanced at Wei Zhengming: "If anything happens to me, the disciples in the Cultivation Alliance will be left to you." After saying that, Guo Lin walked towards the edge of the city wall.
"Wait a minute." Wei Zhengming suddenly shouted.
"Junior Brother Wei, you don't have to persuade me. I have already decided to go..." Guo Lin said lightly.
"No. Senior Brother Guo, look at Lin San." Wei Zhengming pointed to the city and said.
Guo Lin turned his head in surprise and found Lin San raising his hands flat and mumbling words. Suddenly large dark clouds came from the sky. A series of ferocious thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. A strong wind followed from all around, blowing all over the sky. Flying sand and rocks.
"The art of attracting lightning." Huo Yungang exclaimed.
"Yes. It's really the art of attracting lightning." Others also woke up and shouted in disbelief.
Guo Lin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lin San using the lightning technique. He was really confused. How could he forget about Lin San's ability to draw lightning? Thunder and lightning are the nemesis of the ghost cultivators who practice Yinxie skills. .Haha... now I have fun watching it.
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The Thousand-Hand Ghost King and seven or eight other Ghost Kings besieged Lin San. It took half an hour. Not even a corner of Lin San's clothes was touched. It's not that the attack power of the Thousand-Hand Ghost King and others was not strong. The resistance of the Demon Sword Formation is even greater. No matter how the Thousand-Handed Ghost King and others attack, they cannot break through the Demon Sword Formation.
"Humph." Lin San sneered and said, "It's rude to come and not return. Let you see how powerful I am." After saying that, Lin San raised his hands, looked up at the sky, and began to mutter something, one after another green. Light continued to shoot out from Lin San's arms. Then it turned into streaks of blue hair and disappeared into the air.