"Elder Baima!"

Seeing that his opponent easily killed an elder, the other elders all stared at him with tooth splitting eyes.

There was a deep roar in his voice.

"As I said, I'm here to drink blood." Lin Zifeng shrugged his shoulders lightly, his eyes locked on the sect leader.

The leader of the cult should be punished!

"You will surely suffer the punishment of the gods! The gods will not let you go! ”

"Teach God? What teaches God? Is it the Musashi monks, or are you cultists? ”

Lin Zifeng smiled at the corner of his mouth, took a big stride, and walked straight in the direction of the sect leader.

"Whoa—"

Without any warning, all the elders surrounded Lin Zifeng, this time no one dared to confront Lin Zifeng alone, dozens of people swarmed up, but the sect leader ran to the top of the high stone platform at this time.

Under Lin Zifeng's eyeliner, he actually knelt on his knees.

"My great god, on the land of your descendants, someone wants to invade the land of your descendants, please grant me the power pavilion of my immortal body!"

"Bobobo......"

Lin Zifeng used his fists and feet, and after a few punches and kicks, all those elders were swept away.

Falling heavily on the ground, bleeding from his teeth, Lin Zifeng's shot was extremely heavy, and his moves were almost fatal, dealing with these guys, killing them would be dirty with his hands.

"Damn, you're going to be punished by the gods!"

The elders who had been thrown out gritted their teeth with hatred.

"Punishment? Hehe, then let your god punish me. Lin Zifeng spread out his hand and shrugged his shoulders easily.

Striding in the direction of the Master.

"Ask the power pavilion that God has given me an immortal body!"

The man stood in front of the stone cauldron and roared wildly.

Suddenly, a strange force slowly floated up from the stone cauldron where the heads were boiled, looking very strange and terrifying...

"What is this?" Lin Zifeng's eyes converged, bursting out with a ray of essence.

Wisps of green smoke rose from the stone cauldron until it floated in front of the sect leader, and was absorbed by his nostrils one by one, and his face became extremely pale and bloodless, and suddenly he looked like a zombie!

"Sure enough, it's a cult!"

Lin Zifeng's eyes were cold, and he shouted coldly.

It turned out that the information given by the CIA recorded that these guys were really cults.

Especially the green smoke coming out of the human head cooked in the stone pot, a thought flashed in Lin Zifeng's brain.

In the past, when he was overseas, he had heard that there were many religious beliefs in Tibetan areas, and each region had its own beliefs.

After all, tens of millions, or even tens of thousands, of people have survived in this harsh environment, and it is impossible for the people here to survive without their own religion.

There are many religions in Tibet, most notably Tibetan Buddhism.

Of course, there are so many religions in Tibet, different beliefs, different religions.

It's just that people like the one in front of you who cook the heads of living people, don't think about it, they must be a cult!

"Teach the gods and your descendants to cry out to you, please grant me the power pavilion of my immortal body!"

"Immortal? Joke, when you really die, maybe you can get the real immortal body! ”

Whew......

Lin Zifeng's speed was extremely fast, and he rushed to the stone pot almost in the blink of an eye, kicking all the stone pots over.

Whew...

In the boiling stone cauldron, all the water stains raised a wave of air in the air.

"You dare to destroy my holy soup!"

The man's eyes widened as he watched as all the soup in the stone pots spilled out.

Immediately, his eyes were red, like a truly angry lion.

"You will definitely be punished by the gods!"

The man's face was extremely pale, and he looked like a dried corpse in the dim light of the cave fire.

"Well, I'm going to take your life today, I'm going to see if your so-called god will bless you!"

Lin Zifeng sneered, pulled out a soft sword from his waist and pointed it at his throat.

Ling Li's sword glow emitted a dazzling purple light, and it stabbed the man's throat with a bang.

"Qiang~!"

The muffled sound of metal sounded, and the sword light poured into the energy couldn't pierce his throat!

"Huh?!"

Lin Zifeng's brows sank, he couldn't pierce it!

"Haha... You can't kill me! I have the blessing of the gods, and I can't die! ”

Po -

A strong wave shook Lin Zifeng back a few meters.

The power of that sword just now couldn't pierce his throat! Could it be that he really has an immortal body?

Lin Zifeng was shocked.

It's normal for a cult like this to have some special abilities, just like the onmyoji of Fuso, they all have similar and strange powers.

"I, Lin Zifeng, don't believe that I can't break your evil art!"

An eerie smile curled up slightly from the corner of his mouth.

"I have the supreme magic of the gods, you can't help me!"

Sou......

The man's figure was fast, and he swooped down in front of Lin Zifeng in an instant.

"Boom..."

Lin Zifeng swung his soft sword, and the sword with devouring ability was like countless small snakes, revealing his sword tongue.

The sect leader collided with Lin Zifeng's sword with his body as strong as steel. Each sword slash at his body would explode with a burst of light.

"You can't kill me!"

The man's cloak exuded a crazy roar, and at this moment, he was like the embodiment of a demon, and his body was filled with all kinds of demonic aura.

The sword alone couldn't cut him at all.

"Damn it!"

This is something that Lin Zifeng has never encountered, and there is such an unpredictable kung fu.

It's just weird.

"You have destroyed our holy soup, and you will surely bear the wrath of our gods."

The man roared, but his speed did not decrease at all.

An abrupt fist containing an incomparably thick fist smashed into Lin Zifeng's direction.

The white waves rippled in the void.

Lin Zifeng slashed several swords in succession and collided with his fists.

The huge anti-shock force caused Lin Zifeng to retreat one after another, and there was already a hot current surging in his chest.

He knew that with just one blow, the man had shaken his entrails.

If it weren't for the protection of the magic bracelet, this would be enough to kill Lin Zifeng.

"You have destroyed the Holy Soup, I will use your head to make a new pot of Holy Soup now, and submit to the Pavilion! To surrender to me is to die a happy death, leaving no pain. ”

"Surrender? Hmph, I've lived so long, and no one has ever dared to make me surrender in front of me! Today、You're the first! And the last one. ”

At this time, Lin Zifeng shouted angrily.

The figure flashed at first, and then folded back again.

Throw the soft sword into the sky, then smash the soft sword with a single punch.

With a wave of his big hand, he held all the fragments of the remnant sword in the palm of his hand and raised it forward.

Dozens of razor-sharp shards stabbed the man frantically.