Chapter 805 "Spiral Bomb"

really.

It was almost the same as what Yi Lin had speculated at first.

On the third night, the people squatting in the grass couldn't stand it any longer, they all covered their faces and attacked the Golden Temple.

Among the people who attacked the Golden Temple, some were just ordinary warriors who didn't know how to use spells, and some were wielding weird weapons with shining lights on them, and they didn't look weak.

Some people went up the mountain with torches, killed people they saw, and burned houses when they saw them.

Not long after, the raging flames lit up the sky.

Shouts of killing pierced through the night, Yi Lin finally closed the cheat book reluctantly, he was excited to read it, but was disturbed by the attack.

"boom!"

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky. A dozen or so figures were blown away by the sudden pillar of fire, descending at the speed of light, and their bodies fell to the ground.

"Little Tiger dropped the grenade."

Yi Lin nodded, although Yi Lin didn't know what kind of water Wang Xiaohu was mixing in there to fish for, but he even used grenades, as if he had encountered some kind of crisis.

But I have to say, the luck of this shipment is quite good, among so many grenades, the only one that can explode was found by Wang Xiaohu, so he was lucky.

Before Wang Xiaohu's departure, Yi Lin left a female nail for Xiaohu in advance. When the crisis came, Wang Xiaohu easily broke the female nail and asked Yi Lin for help. Even Wang Xiaohu didn't panic, so Yi Lin didn't panic.

After about twenty minutes.

The rebirth of the Golden Temple happened.

A burst of loud chanting sound suppressed the shouting and killing.

A golden translucent cover, as virtual as it is real, rushed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes and looked at the golden cover. When she saw it, she immediately focused her attention.

The golden hood is not a strange thing, but more than twenty monks with no grass on their heads, surrounded in a circle. At the same time, a golden light swaying like a flame ignited on their bodies, and those lights condensed into a cover.

The cover seemed to be some kind of spell. The robbers' weapons fell on the golden cover with a bang, making ripples, but they couldn't penetrate.

"It's kind of interesting.

"

Yi Lin watched it wonderfully. The cover was obviously released by the eminent monks of Dali Temple. It is invulnerable to weapons, water and fire. It can be called a turtle shell-like skill.

at this moment.

Yi Lin frowned, and in the distant night sky, a bright meteor flew over quickly.

He barely hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, he hid the three relatives and mother spirits who were hesitant to speak, and stepped into Jian Nanchun's alert range without saying a word.

really.

When Yi Lin stepped into that circle, the feeling of being secretly spied on in Sanpinxuan reappeared, which made Yi Lin feel a little uncomfortable.

Yi Lin pretended not to know, a few tense expressions appeared on her round face, taking advantage of the shadows of the trees and the night, like a fledgling young man, she quietly groped towards the top of the mountain.

The shouts of killing were all concentrated in the direction of the Golden Temple, but Yi Lin didn't run into a few people along the way, perhaps because none of them were unlucky enough to run into Yi Lin in the vast forest. Ten minutes later, Yi Lin came to the foot of the mountain.

There were already many corpses along the way, and Yi Lin checked the death conditions of those corpses, and found another thing.

"These people who attacked the Golden Temple are not from the same group?"

The monks are still breaking out and going down the mountain, but corpses have already appeared here, what does it mean? Quite simply, these corpses died at the hands of "companions". In other words, they seem to work together, but in fact they belong to different camps. Once they make a move, they will be disowned by their relatives, and they will kill if they are not from their own camp.

This can also explain why hundreds of monks and robbers gathered together for three days and two nights. It seems that there is a reason why they restrain each other.

After realizing this, Yi Lin didn't panic anymore.

After walking for a while, Yi Lin found a dog squatting in the grass to act as Voldemort. These ten or so people were obviously planning on "mantis catching cicadas, and oriole behind". Behind the titmouse, there are hunters.

Yi Lin carefully felt the movements around him, carefully avoiding revealing more of his strength. After a little thought, he took out a few "in situ spiral fire grenade", or "spiral bomb" for short, from his pocket. Like throwing beans, throw them into the grass.

"call--"

After throwing it away, Yi Lin quickly ran a few steps, made a leap, and fell down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of continuous explosions flooded Fenglin, and accompanied by violent shaking, the dozen or so Voldemorts who were squatting in the grass did not even see the back of the "Hunter". Without consciousness, life and death are uncertain.

After easily disposing of this group of people, Yi Lin let out a joyful laugh. He clapped his hands and got up from the grass with black head and black face. Just as he was about to continue to rush to the Golden Temple, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Who are you?"

Yi Lin looked back, her face showing a proper performance. On his face, there were three points of vigilance, three points of surprise, three points of surprise, and one point of self-satisfaction that didn't need to be hidden at all.

I saw a woman in a long plain dress, with a square sword case behind her back, standing quietly among the maple trees.

The flames ignited around were reflected on the woman's face, reflecting her exquisite facial features into three dimensions.

Her thin lips were slightly pursed, her face was expressionless, she looked at Yi Lin as if she was looking at a dead object, wildflowers, stones, or crickets in the grass, Nothing happened.

"I just wanted to ask!" Yi Lin raised her chin lightly, pouted at the woman in a childish tone, and asked, "You popped out without making a sound, do you want to scare people to death?"

Clang~

The woman slowly stretched out her two fingers like sharp swords. She opened and closed her eyes, and there was an imperceptible coldness in the depths of her eyes. She asked the second question: "Where is the teacher?"

When the woman stretched out her sword finger, a cold light shone from the sword box behind her, and the sound of the sword was like the chirping of cicadas in summer night, buzzing in Yi Lin's ears.

Yi Lin's complexion changed, and she suddenly felt the qi and blood in her chest surging, maybe because she was too deep into the scene, she didn't tense up, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Ouch my grass?

So awesome?

Yi Lin also became a little more vigilant in her heart, wondering if her pretentious steps were too unrestrained. But after spitting out that mouthful of blood, Yi Lin not only didn't feel uncomfortable, nor did she lose too much blood, but felt that her breathing became much smoother.

"Cultivating indiscriminately, you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

The woman shook her head, put down her sword finger, ignored Yi Lin, and walked past Yi Lin step by step like someone else.

When the plain skirt woman passed by Yi Lin, Yi Lin smelled a faint scent of flowers, which was pure and natural.

"Junior Sister, you are finally here."

Just when Yi Lin and the woman passed by, the sword light flashed in the night sky, and Jian Nanchun stepped on a flying sword and landed lightly in front of the woman. Jian Nanchun, who always liked to act aggressively, had an undetectable joy and shyness flashing in his eyes.

"Oh oh oh--"

Yi Lin was not far away, and she understood it at once, and made a strange booing sound.

In Jiannanchun's hand, there was also a man with a drooping expression.

It's Wang Xiaohu.

How could Jian Nanchun have ever experienced the taunts from modern civilization in the 22nd century? Although he didn't understand how meaningful the "oh" sound was, it always made Jian Nanchun feel very uncomfortable when he heard it. Comfortable, like blood dripping from the face, and like the ears are pregnant.

He looked at Yi Lin following the prestige, his expression obviously startled, then he looked at Wang Xiaohu in his hand, and finally recognized him: "It's you?"

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