"It's really lively!"

Xu Lin saw it clearly, the person who said this was a fat monk with a fat head and big ears and a fleshy face, and at this time, he was already standing not far from the coffin, but he was very close to the Taoist priests of Maoshan Mountain.

However, what surprised Xu Lin was that these Maoshan Taoist priests showed composure, and they did not have the slightest hint of panic or panic, but just controlled the golden mirror in their hands with one mind.

The reaction of these people was too strange, but what happened next made him feel cold in his heart.

Those two ghostly gazes were focused on his current hiding place at this time, just watching them all the time, motionless.

"Hey, there's another guy here!" The fat monk also glanced at Xu Lin's location with a red face, making him a little embarrassed.

Xu Lin, whose face was like ice and his face was gloomy, gathered the blood scattered around, and when his figure gradually appeared, the fat monk was suddenly startled: "It's not a ghost, it's a person?"

"Smiling Buddha, I'll deal with this guy, you will cook those Maoshan Taoist priests, and according to the previous agreement!"

After listening to Mingtu's words, the face of the smiling Buddha showed an unnatural flush, not like a drunken flush, but a flush that seemed to be climaxing.

In the flickering of his eyes, there was a fierce and bloodthirsty meaning, like a hungry beast, staring fiercely at the prey in front of him.

"This seems to be a little different from our previous agreement!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest known as Mingtu only had two bare eyes. There was a flicker of hesitation, and then a decision was made.

Stretching out his hand, Xu Lin saw that on Mingtu's left hand, on the sharp palm like a ghost claw, an object appeared in Huo Ran, which seemed to be a rattle that he had played with in his childhood, and it actually flashed a ghostly light.

"When it's done, this thing will be yours!"

"Hey!", a greedy look appeared on the face of the smiling Buddha, and then he turned his eyes to the group of Maoshan Taoist priests on the opposite side: "For this coffin." You're really willing to spend your money!"

And as soon as the voice fell. After an afterimage flickered, a banging sound had already filled the surroundings, and at the same time, the smiling Buddha had already deceived himself, and then without hesitation, he punched out. But it hit in mid-air. It was blocked by the air.

It is no wonder that this group of Taoist priests has the composure that Mount Tai collapses in front of him without moving. Xu Lin subconsciously looked at the talismans on the ground, but at this time, they were as bright as stars.

Hey smiled, and the smiling face of the Buddha shook his flesh for a moment. The body that stepped on the air suddenly swelled in a circle, and the whole person was really like a huge bronze Buddha perched in the air, and then punched out again. The speed of the fist was so fast that it actually whistled out a kind of sharp sound, and the air pattern like a wave, together with this punch, hit the invisible wall pattern again, and the whole burial chamber also shook with it.

"Martial Cultivation?" Xu Lin was subconsciously stunned, but he felt a rather cold aura coming from the opposite side, and he was approaching him step by step.

"To be exact, it should be a combination of a martial artist and a cultivator!" It was the mysterious land in front of him who spoke.

Xu Lin's gradually converging figure became a little unpredictable again, just like the reaction of a layer of clouds gathering and dispersing, but on the contrary, the aura emanating from Xu Lin's body was even colder than the aura on Mintu's body.

The two momentum are opposite, and Mingtu has fallen behind, which is an unexpected thing, but after all, it is an old accident, and Mingtu has been floating in the world for many years, and all kinds of cultivators have seen a lot, as for the immature-looking young man in front of him, he may not really have strength, which is between the two, so it is regarded as a bluff by Mingtu.

A cold light suddenly appeared, but it was Xu Lin who made the first move, it was a sword pressure attack, heavy as a mountain, like the coercion of a high mountain, and suddenly collided.

The figure moved slightly, and the two eyes like ghost fire flickered slightly, and there was suddenly a shadow in front of Ming Tu's body, and then Xu Lin found that his sword breath had actually slashed into an object like copper and iron, and he couldn't help but let out a sneering sound.

But this hasn't come yet, the next moment, the right hand holding the blood sword, suddenly there was a huge sense of concussion, Xu Lin, who almost let the blood sword take off, frowned and pondered, and took a step back.

At this time, Xu Lin finally saw the shadow in front of him, and at the same time, his heart couldn't help but chill slightly, and the yin qi around him had already boiled to the peak.

I saw that standing in front of Ming Tu was a guy wearing a huge black cloak, his face was cyan, his eyes were like copper bells, and there was a little red color, and the most chilling thing was the full mouth of fangs, in the miserable white, there was a deep cold color.

Corpse!

This is the first time Xu Lin has faced this object at close range, and the visual impact is more violent than imagined, but this is not the time to hesitate, so subconsciously, Xu Lin quickly slashed out a sword.

The sword breath was ethereal, and then it gathered in the icy cold air, and it was not until it descended on the body of the zombie standing in place that a huge ice lotus opened in time.

"One sword, two intentions?" Mingtu let out a low laugh that made people's scalps tingle, and then looked at Xu Lin, who retreated quickly, with a cold face: "Aren't you afraid of cultivating the sword to be miscellaneous and impure?"

The figure wandering in mid-air, Xu Lin, who had turned into a blood mist, did not answer Mingtu's question, let alone that thought, because at this time, he was firmly locked by the zombie in front of him, and Xu Lin could feel the bloodthirsty impulse, which was constantly accumulating strength towards himself.

Sure enough, as Xu Lin expected, using the true understanding of the Lingxi Sword to copy Mingru's sword intent did not receive the imaginary effect, and it was only in a breathing time, the ice lotus that was frozen on the zombie's body suddenly shattered, and the zombie rose from the ground and pounced in Xu Lin's direction.

The sword circle was drawn in a circle, like a round wheel, and was struck out by Xu Lin's sword without hesitation, but the zombie that pounced on it was effortlessly shattered with a punch. Xu Lin's face was gloomy, and then his body swayed, with a swift attitude like the wind, when he suddenly dispersed, the speed of this zombie's action was no less than Xu Lin's body, which made him extremely surprised At the same time, his backhand was hit with a sword, but he used the supernatural power of sword breath dispersion, and subconsciously, injected his own blood and breath into it.

One into two, two into four, four into eight, just in an instant, Xu Lin's sword became eight swords, and at the same time, this sword breath was extremely powerful, and with a trembling sound, it slashed towards the rushing zombie.

"It's a bit of a way!" Ming Tu kept looking at the two sides of the battle without moving, and just as he thought before, Xu Lin's strength now is obviously inconsistent with the momentum he exuded before, and he is really a guy who likes to bluff.

However, the magical powers that Xu Lin is now exerting are a little strange and unpredictable, especially the fierce intent in the sword breath, so that Ming Tu does not dare to underestimate the other party too much.

So when a thought arose, the zombie that was fearless to face Xu Lin's eight sword breaths actually flipped quickly in the air, leaving only one afterimage after another, and with extremely fast speed, it easily dodged Xu Lin's sword breath, allowing it to fall on the thick stone wall.

This is not an ordinary zombie, Xu Lin has a bottom in his heart, although Xu Lin knows a lot about the classification of zombies, but it is still a little difficult to judge in practice.

However, looking at the zombie form in front of him, and then feeling the power of yin qi emanating from his body, from the slight silver color, Xu Lin concluded that this game should not be said to be at the level of a silver armored corpse, which is equivalent to the level of a human monk, so it is no wonder that the earth can be so calm.

But does a mere silver-armored corpse really think that it can be unscrupulous?

While Xu Lin sneered in his heart, his body had become a blood mist, not to mention, and he stayed in place, waiting for the silver armored corpse to fly and pounce without dodging, which made Mingtu frown slightly, but he heard a faint voice in his ear: "Burn!" (to be continued......)