Needless to say, it was a warning, and all the monks in the city could see it clearly, knowing that his young master was in danger.
"Boy, this time, you are seeking death on your own. I will extract your soul and refine your soul. You will regret coming to this world."
Wan Menghao's deep voice reached his ears, full of resentment. He had never suffered like this under the care of his father since he was a child. Naturally, he hated Lin Xuan to the core.
Unfortunately, this matter was too embarrassing, and his father was unwilling to come forward, so he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it.
I originally thought there would be no moment of revenge, but I didn't expect this kid to hit the muzzle of the gun himself.
This is not Linhai City, but the Island of Ten Thousand Beasts.
Isn't it up to a mere Immortal Cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul to decide whether he lives or dies, whether he is turned into dough or a pie?
Thinking of taking revenge, he was so excited that he trembled all over, but he did not release his spiritual consciousness and scanned Lin Xuan's body. He thought he was really an immortal cultivator in the early stage of Yuan Ying. After all, at this time, in order to save mana, Lin Xuan did not
Reiatsu is on.
One misstep will result in eternal hatred and will make him regret it for the rest of his life.
However, at this moment, Wan Menghao didn't know and was still sneering proudly.
To be so stupid is truly a rare feat.
Similar to the situation in Linhai City, Ten Thousand Beast Island is also patrolled by soldiers at all times.
And since the Lord of All Beasts is not here, the defense is much stronger than usual.
The warning charm on Wan Menghao was specially made by the old monster for his precious son.
No matter how useless it is, it is still one's own flesh and blood. Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. Although the Venerable Ten Thousand Beasts is ambitious, he still cares very much for his own flesh and blood.
Almost all the immortal cultivators on the island know this talisman.
The soldiers on the city wall, without saying a word, turned into a stream of frightening rainbows and surrounded us.
A little further away, the escaping light became more and more eye-catching. Those were the elders of the Nascent Soul stage who had stayed behind.
With the character of the Venerable Ten Thousand Beasts, they knew that if something happened to the young master here, none of them would have good results.
Wan Menghao saw this scene clearly, and the expression on his face became more and more proud and domineering, but his voice seemed extremely cold.
"Boy, if you kowtow and beg for mercy now, sign a master-servant blood contract with me, and empty the toilet for me every day from now on, I won't be able to forgive you..."
"Haha, you are really an interesting guy. If it weren't for the special circumstances, Lin would be reluctant to kill you." Lin Xuan said with an angry smile.
I've seen people who don't know how to live or die, but I've never seen people who don't know how to live or die to such an extent. How can this young master be described as a top-notch person? To describe him as a straw bag is too flattering.
But at this moment, Lin Xuan didn't have time to argue with him here. Although he used the nine-day micro-step to throw the silver fish bird away, if nothing unexpected happened, the other party would soon catch up.
not much time!
A bright light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, and he suddenly clenched his right hand into a fist and struck the opponent fiercely.
Although Wan Menghao was a fool, he had already suffered a lot, so he was somewhat defensive. When he saw this, he pointed at it without saying a word. The shield in front of him suddenly whined, and the light shone brightly, forming layers of light curtains.
Blocked Lin Xuan's fist.
A look of surprise appeared on Lin Xuan's face. In terms of quality, this treasure was quite good. It seemed that even the idiot young master's net worth was far beyond what a monk of the same level could compare with.
It's a pity that trying to stop yourself is just a dream.
Lin Xuan is not an ordinary cultivator. The Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique made his body much harder than the monster beast in the transformation stage. The aura flashed on his fist, and the shield was flattened with a bang.
The aura dimmed to the extreme, falling to the ground like iron.
"impossible!"
Wan Menghao turned pale with shock, the pride on his face disappeared without a trace, and the look he looked at Lin Xuan became frightened again: "Please, don't hit me."
The last experience of being flattened into a pig's head left a deep impression on him.
Such words of begging for mercy made Lin Xuan dumbfounded. In four hundred years of experience in cultivating immortals, he had never encountered such words before.
"Don't worry, I won't hit you."
Lin Xuan smiled and said, how did the great hero of the Ten Thousand Beasts generation give birth to such an unsatisfactory son?
After a small talk, a magic formula penetrated into Wan Menghao's body, temporarily imprisoning his magic power, then broke the cork of the bottle, and poured the juice of the green berries all over his head and face.
Of course, Lin Xuan did not pour it completely, but only used a small part. Then he capped the bottle, turned it over with his left hand, and stuck a gray forbidden talisman on it.
In this way, the taste of the green berry liquid will not be leaked at all, and Lin Xuan put it back on his waist.
Although this is the first time I have heard of this object, and I don’t know what other uses it has besides attracting silver fish birds, Lin Xuan has extensive knowledge and intuitively knows that this is probably a good treasure.
Of course, we can't use it up wastefully, and we won't return the rest to Elder An, so as to line his own pockets.
"what are you doing?"
The action was restrained by Lin Xuan, and when he saw him take out something and put it on his head, Wan Menghao instinctively imagined it as a very terrible poison, and let out a scream like a killing pig, the sound was so loud that it resounded through the sky.
"Little Lord!"
The cultivators who were flying from a distance were shocked and turned pale, and couldn't help but fly even faster.
"Hey, this stuff smells pretty good. It's sour and sweet, and it tastes good."
After calling out a few times, Wan Menghao suddenly realized that he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and there were no signs of poisoning at all.
On the contrary, the aroma is fragrant and refreshing, and a few drops fall into his mouth, making it even more delicious.
Like fine wine, it leaves a lasting aftertaste.
His eyes couldn't help but show confusion: "You...what exactly do you want to do?"
"Haha, boy, you wish for your own good."
Lin Xuan's face was filled with pity. He patted the other party's shoulder and touched the restraint on him. Then without saying much, he turned into a startling rainbow and flew away into the distance.
Wan Menghao was still a little dazed. The scene that happened today was too weird.
The other party clearly restrained him, so why did he just slap him in the face?
Moreover, the juice on his head does not seem to be poisonous, but rather like some kind of valuable treasure.
What is the purpose of the other party doing this?
I was puzzled, but at this moment, a concerned voice came into my ears: "Young Master, are you okay?"
When he turned around, he saw several Nascent Soul cultivators surrounding him. They were all confidants of the ancestor and were ordered to stay here.
Among them were two later great monks.
There were also a large number of soldiers around, two to three hundred of them.
With so many subordinates surrounding him, Wan Menghao suddenly became more courageous.
Why do you care so much? First, capture this hateful boy alive.