I really don't want to be a disaster

"Nightmare!"

Rumbling--

What everyone didn't expect was that when Lin Yi stretched out his hand, what he released was not an explosion technique.Behind Lin Yi, the strange streamers converged into a tall iron armor piece by piece. Accompanied by the roar of the engine and the vibration of the exhaust pipe, the long-lost Cybertron gentleman came across the border.

Chapter 950 Sword Intent

Zhennan King Barracks.

Xia Xingchen, Ni Bodhisattva, and the old man sipped tea.

The mud bodhisattva felt very nervous and dared not breathe.

This old gentleman brought him extraordinary pressure. It is roughly estimated that his cultivation base is at least one big realm higher than him.

He seems to be a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, and if he is one or two higher realms, what is that?

Out of body period?

Distraction period?

Even... Transcending Tribulation Period?

hiss……

A monk in the Transcending Tribulation Period?

In today's world, monks in the tribulation period can be called half-immortals!

Only half a foot away, you can fly to become a half-immortal!

Half-step fairy!

A true immortal is the realm of the Seven Jue Empresses, who look down on the world and are invincible.

And since Empress Qijue, immortals have disappeared, and no one can ascend smoothly, so the half-immortal has also become invincible.

far away.

The sounds of wailing, explosions, clashes of weapons, and fighting are endless.

suddenly,

The sound stopped for a moment.

Zhennan Wang's movement of shaking the cup suddenly stopped, and the tea in the cup suddenly stopped shaking, causing circles of ripples.

"he came."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said.

The mud bodhisattva cupped his hands and said, "Could it be that Lin Yi wants to trouble the old man to make a move?"

"No, mere Lin Yi, nothing to be afraid of. What the old man is afraid of is the relic of the empress." The old man chuckled, as if he didn't care about saying what he was "feared". He stood up slowly, then The rickety back straightened little by little, making a crackling sound: "3000 years ago, Old Devil Zhang shot one shot at a time. He was hostile by the Three Ways of Zhengmo Buddha, and finally fell into the black wind and sand sea. According to the disciples of my sect, , the treasure left by the Empress in Lin Yi's hand is the precious gun that Old Mo Zhang used back then."

"hiss--"

The mud bodhisattva inhales.

"The old man will exercise his muscles and bones, and take back the treasure gun."

The old man smiled slightly, raised his legs and walked out of the military tent.

But just when the old man was about to step out of the military tent, the wrinkles on his face suddenly tightened. A trace of doubt flashed in the depths of the old man's cloudy old eyes. He couldn't help but look up and said silently: "This Ling Xiao Sword intent...Could it be that the Heavenly Sword Sect still wants to protect him at this point?"

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……

Simultaneously.

Qingdu.

The lanterns of Wanjiahua were extinguished, and the city was completely dark.

"A lot of rats, noisy."

The old woman at the steamed stuffed bun shop finally waited until her daughter, Xiu'er, was fast asleep. She conveniently placed all kinds of restrictions in the steamed stuffed bun shop to ensure that Xiu'er was safe, and then slowly stepped out of the shop.

As the old woman walked, her knuckles swelled inch by inch, from a pair of skinny palms to five ferocious claws like weapons made of fine steel.

I saw the old woman's knuckles moving, and there was a faint thunder in her hands.

"I have seen the Thunder Guardian."

Li Qianqian, who had been waiting outside the shop all night, finally waited for Lei Hufa to walk out, and immediately went to meet her, not daring to delay.

In fact, she was also very puzzled. These days, she watched Fenglei and Dharma Guardians with her own eyes, treated that ordinary little girl as her own daughter, and even taught Xiu'er what she had learned all her life.This made Li Qianqian's eyes very hot, and she wished she could replace Xiu'er and be the goddaughter of Fenglei Guardian.

Not to mention being the goddaughter of Fenglei Dharma Protector, Li Qianqian is 1 happy in her heart even if she is her own daughter.

They are also human beings, but how can they have different fates!

Li Qianqian sighed in her heart, and stepped forward to report: "Guardian Lei, the disciples in front sent back news that Lin Yi appeared on the battlefield hundreds of miles away and is massacring."

"Tsk, Lin Yi, it's a pity that he lost a good seedling."

The old woman protecting Lei was laughing hoarsely, her laughter was dark and ruthless, which was chilling.

Li Qianqian is a senior disciple of Mo Luo Temple, and she is deeply in tune with the temperament of the seniors of Mo Luo Sect. Hufa Lei said that he planned to attack Lin Yi.

"why?"

Li Qianqian stared, and couldn't help asking out the doubts in her heart.In her opinion, once such a disciple, even a spy, is exposed, he can keep it if he can. In the future, he might be able to add a capable general to the Mo Luo Temple.

With such a talent, how can you just give it up?

Should not be!

"madness!"

Hufa Lei suddenly shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, and it exploded in Li Qianqian's ears.

"Om-"

Li Qianqian felt dizzy and staring in front of her eyes.When she came back to her senses, hot, slippery blood dripped from her ears and wet her snow-white neck.

Just a shout has such power...

Li Qianqian was terrified in her heart, and her ghost was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground: "Disciple is stupid! Please forgive me!"

"Hmph, although the one from the Heavenly Sword Sect is at the end of her strength, she holds the relic of the Empress in her hand. Even if she is at the end of her strength, she can annihilate mountains and rivers with a flick of her fingers. Her strength is unfathomable, and she must not be underestimated. But now, Mo Luo My lord has something important to do, and I am currently studying the treasures in closed life, if not, how could I have made that ridiculous agreement with Yan Fuzhou and Tianjianmen thousands of years ago."

"Treasure..."

This was the first time Li Qianqian heard about these secrets from many years ago. As soon as she subconsciously repeated the two words, she quickly closed her mouth in fright and lowered her head, pretending that she didn't hear it.

"Hmph, so, if Lin Yi didn't do such a thing, the old man might really think that Lin Yi is the one who broke into the Heavenly Sword Gate by Mo Luo many years ago. But after Lin Yi did such a deed, the old man thought, It may be very small. If that person is really Lin Yi, how can he tolerate himself being reduced to the current unbearable situation."

When Li Qianqian heard it, she understood, and felt her face was red and hot.

The meaning behind Hufa Lei's words is clearly that Lin Yi is not a member of Mo Luo Palace at all.Then here comes the problem, if Lin Yi is not, then she followed Lin Yi to leave the Heavenly Sword Gate, and after being exposed, she voluntarily left the Heavenly Sword Gate to let her identity as a spy be confirmed, wouldn't she feel lonely?

In this way, will the elders in Mo Luo Palace condemn her for "incompetent work"?

Thinking of this, Li Qianqian was filled with anger, hatred and fear, her delicate body lying on the ground trembled slightly.

"Hmph, I don't blame you. That Lin Yi is very cunning. Maybe he attacked Chao Rushuang in Heifengshahaidongtian in order to seize the treasure left by the Empress. I didn't expect you to be misunderstood. But this is not a It’s a bad thing, it’s a hundred times better if the Empress’s legacy is in his hands than it is in the hands of the one from the Heavenly Sword Sect.”

While speaking, Hufa Lei held up Li Qianqian with his right hand, and she flew into the night sky with Li Qianqian, saying in a hoarse voice, "Now that Lin Yi has taken the initiative to enter the urn, what we have to do is to be cunning in that place." When Lin Yi has no escape, he will take back the treasure left by the Empress before anyone else does!"

What the old woman said clearly meant that the Immortal Killing Spear that Lin Yi had found from the Black Wind and Sand Sea was the treasure of her Demon Palace, and now it was just returned to its original owner!

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Along the way from the center of the battlefield to Qingdu,

The imperial army retreated mightily.

Except for him, no one knew about the secret meeting between the commander-in-chief and Lin Yi.

Otherwise, it cannot be called a "secret meeting".

All the sergeants, including the other five generals, thought that Lin Yi was a murderous villain.

For the first time in their lives, the soldiers under their command felt from the bottom of their hearts that this retreat was such a wise decision.

Xia Xiaoman rode a war horse and followed the army closely, turning around every ten steps.

She believed that Senior Brother Lin Yi wanted to risk his life and wipe out the incoming enemy, so he had a secret meeting with the commander in chief to retreat at critical moments so that the large army could retain its strength and kill a carbine if necessary.

At least, Xia Xiaoman thinks so at the moment.

It stands to reason that this seems to be an idea that senior brother Lin Yi can come up with.

Brother Lin Yi's thoughts are always a little higher than hers.

……

Center of the battlefield.

Lin Yi turned into a demon and killed countless people.

A strange jet-black iron armor, with spiked tires spinning wildly on its back, tearing the soldiers along the way into pieces during the charge.

Countless arrows and weapons landed on the iron-clad man, but they were like scraping, and had no other use except for the "boom-boom" sound of iron striking and making the screaming iron-clad man even more excited. This iron hit a lonely.

Yi Lin threw Night Dire, and at that moment, after attracting everyone's attention, she activated [Shadow] and [Shadow Slay] to sneak into the ground again.

Dark night is Lin Yi's protective color.

Tonight belongs to Lin Yi.

in the shadows,

"I told you to read more and you didn't read, so you don't understand such a simple 'tune the tiger away from the mountain'? Tsk, you are uneducated, what a shame!"

Yi Lin turned into a shadow, stayed with the shadow, and drove straight into the land of no one, sneaking into the hinterland of the Eastern King's Army.

In the Dongwang Army barracks, bright torches were lit and formed a circle.

Hundreds of soldiers with nervous expressions held torches and squeezed the frightened King Zhudong into the center with cheese sandwiched between two breads.

"King in the East."

Yi Lin used the shadow to approach, looking at King Zhudong, as if looking at a corpse.

Chapter 951 Killing the King

When Lin Yi appeared on the battlefield as the Apocalypse Assassin,

There is not much difference between Zhudong Wang being guarded by one person and being surrounded by hundreds of people.

Maybe, maybe, it seems, and there should be a chance to find Yi Lin's monks in the stealth state, all of them were attracted to the center of the distant battlefield by Yi Lin's high-profile opening method.

In Yi Lin's eyes, King Zhudong, who was wearing a special armor with only eyes and three nostrils exposed from head to toe, was not much different from a stripped and washed lamb.

The only difference is that

With and without.

"Freedom Law·Deconstruction!"

Yi Lin passed through the crowd with ease, and arrived behind King Zhudong without a sound.

I saw white light on Yi Lin's palm, and a shadow of a throne flashed behind him. He pressed his hand on the head of the armored tortoise of King Zhudong, no, it was the head of the armored tortoise... Forget it, it's the same.

Analyze, calculate, decompose.

The iron armor made of fine steel was broken down and peeled off piece by piece.

King Zhudong intuitively lightened his heavy head, and before he had time to experience the pleasure of "seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mists", he felt a cold hand gently pressing on the top of his head.

My neck felt cold.

"Cuckoo-"

Hot blood poured into the trachea in large quantities, and King Zhudong coughed violently—this was Yi Lin's familiar and long-lost throat-slitting technique.

"The dog head of the Eastern King, the Apocalypse Assassin took it away!"

With a long roar, Yi Lin flew up, swaggered away among a group of soldiers who were dumbfounded and in pain.