This sentence hit Zhao Lingjun's heart like a huge hammer.

"Is it because Yunxia Tianyi failed?" Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but raise his hand and put it in front of him, but what Zhao Lingjun saw was still nothingness.

"Is it because he noticed something strange and deliberately fooled me?

"That friend on the ceiling please come down. Are you not tired after you stick to the ceiling?" Seeing that Zhao Lingjun did not respond, a trace of murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"No, no tired at all." Zhao Lingjun shamelessly pulled out his feet from the window and moved his body. Since he had been discovered, Zhao Lingjun naturally didn't have to hide anything.

"It turns out that you are not a talented psychic, but a cultivator." The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses seemed to be surprised when he saw Zhao Lingjun's two dirty nike shoes suddenly appearing. His face was solemn.

"I never said that I am a talented psychic." Zhao Lingjun was still floating on the ceiling, desperately refusing to fall.

"Then, this noble brother Taoist, if you don't practice in the fairy mountain in the world, how could you run to the office of a mortal like me?" He raised his head and said as if he made the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses feel very uncomfortable.

"I passed by here and suddenly smelled the smell of wine. When I came in, I saw that there were indeed a lot of fine wines. Who knew that you were back before you could enjoy it." Zhao Lingjun said shamelessly. "All these wines belong to you?

"If Brother Dao likes these wine-loving ones, you can take them all." The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stared at the empty Zhao Lingjun. "Which immortal mountain does this brother Dao practice? If you like, I can give you more."

"It's indeed a cunning fox." Zhao Lingjun smiled in his heart, but Zhao Lingjun felt that the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses wanted to find his own way out, and he was simply too underestimating himself.

"Xianshan?" Zhao Lingjun smiled. "Didn't my senior brother just come to see you this morning?

"Are you also from Maoshan Sect?" The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses changed his face.

"Of course." Zhao Lingjun was very happy. Looking at the young man's face, Zhao Lingjun knew that this guy named Lei Yun had not only been fooled, but also accidentally revealed the old truth of the middle-aged man in gray to himself.

"Of course." Zhao Lingjun answered the young man and thought proudly. I am really a smart little cutie.

"So, you are the one who sent you to see if I have embezzled the white jade box you want?" said the young man with golden glasses coldly.

"Don't say that, I'll just do it casually." Zhao Lingjun's heart became more and more proud.

"I have always given up to you Maoshan Sect, but I just respect your Maoshan Sect as the authentic Taoist sect, and I'm not afraid of you." But Zhao Lingjun did not expect that this young man who looked very respectful was faster than turning a book when he turned his face.

"The deadline I agreed with you has not yet come, and you have come to provoke me three times and four times, which is too unfair to take me seriously."

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sneered and pressed his watch. A transparent light curtain appeared around the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, just like a glass cover, covering the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"If you don't give you some colors, wouldn't you treat me as a public toilet, come whenever you want, and leave whenever you want?

“What is this?

Before Zhao Lingjun could speak, the windows on both walls suddenly sank down. Many black muzzles suddenly stretched out from the wall behind the window and pointed them at Zhao Lingjun in unison.

"Damn. What is this? Automatically aiming at machine guns? Star Wars?" Zhao Lingjun was startled by the sudden appearance of so many black muzzles. But even so, Zhao Lingjun's mouth was still very awesome. "Do you think that just these ordinary machine guns can hurt our Maoshan Sect? You don't take our Maoshan Sect seriously."

"These guns are not ordinary bullets, but soul-devouring bullets made by Ampere Onmyoji." As soon as the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses finished speaking, a black door appeared beside him. Two pale-faced Onmyojis in black who had seen in the corridor appeared in front of Zhao Lingjun.

"Damn, I'm having a big time now." Zhao Lingjun felt a lot of pain and suddenly said to the young man and the two Onmyojis behind: "Senior brother, you are here too."

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and two black-clothed Onmyoji were shocked and couldn't help but look back.

When the three of them found nothing behind them, Zhao Lingjun had already crashed into the glass window of the room like a cannonball that had been released from the chamber.

Behind Zhao Lingjun, a thick stream of ice quickly condensed at a speed that was hard to see in the naked eye.

"I forgot to tell you that the window is made of high-strength fiber, and even the bullet of the ak47 may not be broken." The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sneered and pressed his watch.

Dozens of muzzles that stretched out from the wall suddenly spewed out flames, and countless bullets flew out from the muzzle like living creatures.

Each bullet is like a black winged snake with tiny wings, transforming into strange traces in the air.

These bullets had just touched the ice behind Zhao Lingjun. The ice melted away one after another. The bullets, like tiny winged black snakes, passed through the ice without any obstacle.

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at each other and smiled at the two black-clothed Onmyoji. In their eyes, there seemed to be a scene where Zhao Lingjun bumped into the window and bounced back and then passed by those soul-eating bullets.

But the smiles on the faces of the three people had not yet disappeared. The three people heard a roar, and the entire window was knocked out by Zhao Lingjun. One wall of the room suddenly became like a monster's sudden opening. The strong wind in the sky suddenly surged in from the huge hole, blowing the files in the room all over the sky.

"What a powerful force."

Zhao Lingjun's unparalleled power surprised the three people, but in the strong wind, the three people didn't even move their hair, as if they had an invisible power to protect the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and two Onmyoji in black.

"Frozen Technique." The two black-clothed Onmyoji nodded, "It is indeed the magic of Maoshan Sect."

"Maoshan Sect." The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses snorted coldly. "A mere ice sealing technique wants to block the soul-devouring bullets that are soaked with the blood of the winged snake and use the soul of the ghost as the guide?

...

After forcibly knocking away the window made of reinforced fibers, Zhao Lingjun walked around several buildings in an instant.

But those bullets that were like living creatures were still following Zhao Lingjun tightly.

These bullets are like thermally sensitive tracking missiles. They not only automatically chase and bypass obstacles, but also have no tendency to slow down at all.

After Zhao Lingjun walked around several buildings in succession, the bullets that looked like living creatures followed closely behind Zhao Lingjun like maggots on his bones.

After confirming that he was out of the sight of the three people, Zhao Lingjun pinched a magic trick and activated the White Bone Nether Sword.

Although the Void Yin-Yang Sword seems more useful to avoid opponents' attacks, Zhao Lingjun really dared not let these strange things reach the extreme, and I don't know what made bullets pass through the body.

The white bone Nether Sword, which was like a door panel, suddenly appeared behind Zhao Lingjun and formed a white bone shield that was much thicker than Zhao Lingjun's wardrobe.

Countless black bullets suddenly hit the huge white bone shield. Before turning into black powder under the violent impact, the black bullets actually made shrill screams like living creatures, and this kind of cry was like someone crying heart-wrenchingly in the middle of the night.

"What are these soul-devouring bullets?" Zhao Lingjun's scalp was numb by the sounds. But what made Zhao Lingjun's scalp even more numb was that the powder formed by the black bullets after they were broken seemed to have an incomparable corrosive effect on his white bone Nether Sword.

In a blink of an eye, the eight-sided Bone Nether Sword had disappeared on five sides. When the sixth-sided Bone Nether Sword melted like ice and snow, the black bullets that looked like living creatures finally disappeared.

"Haha, what root-eating bullets, turtle eggs, or my White Bone Nether Sword is powerful." Zhao Lingjun proudly controlled the two remaining White Bone Nether Swords and pulled a sword flower. He felt that the sword that had fought against Ximen Chuxue at the end of the Forbidden City came to the west, and Ye Gucheng, who was flying immortal from the sky, was not as powerful as himself.

But before Zhao Lingjun's complacent spirit could pass, he heard a slight voice.

"Damn it."

Zhao Lingjun looked down and was stunned.

A demon-breaking bullet secretly flew under Zhao Lingjun's body at some point. When Zhao Lingjun saw it, the demon-breaking bullet suddenly drilled into the soles of Zhao Lingjun's dirty nike shoes.

"I'm not burping now." This thought flashed through Zhao Lingjun's mind, and a deep chill surged from the soles of Zhao Lingjun's feet.

After the deep chill disappeared, Zhao Lingjun suddenly felt that there was something indescribable in his body, as if countless small insects were constantly tearing his flesh and blood.

...

"What is he doing now? Is he at work or...?"

"Doctor Lin? Dr. Lin?"

"Oh. Sorry, haha." Lin Qianxun looked at the nurse who looked at him with a strange look in front of him, and smiled apologetically.

"Doctor Lin, what's wrong with me recently? I seem to be thinking about it often." The playful little nurse looked at Lin Qianxun ambiguously.

"It's nothing, there's always nothing here, so I'm just bored and dazed." Lin Qianxun's face turned red unconsciously. "What's wrong with me?"

"That's right. A very strangely ill young man came to the emergency room just now. He called him and said he was going to find you. He said his name was Zhao Lingjun, and after that, he fainted."

"What?" Lin Qianxun stood up from the chair in surprise. "What did you think his name is?

"Zhao Lingjun, do you know him?"

"Meet." Before the young nurse could react, Lin Qianxun had already stood up from the chair and ran out of the office like a flying one.

...

"How could he do this?" Lin Qianxun looked at Zhao Lingjun who was lying in the emergency room in disbelief and fell into a deep coma. From the outside, there was no wound on Zhao Lingjun's body, but a dead gray color was wrapped around Zhao Lingjun's face.

This dead gray color made Zhao Lingjun look a little angry.

A familiar doctor Lin Qianxun was busy in front of Zhao Lingjun with various instruments, sweating profusely, but he was still helpless.

"Doctor Lin, you..." The playful young nurse who followed her behind Lin Qianxun said a few times and was stunned. "How could he do this?"

The playful little nurse also looked at Zhao Lingjun with incredible eyes, and said incredible that when he came just now... "

"How was he when he came just now?" Before the young nurse could finish speaking, Lin Qianxun hurriedly interrupted the young nurse.

"When he came, he was fine except walking and shaking a little." This was the first time the playful nurse saw Lin Qianxun so nervous.

After a pause, the young nurse looked at the doctor who was sweating profusely in front of Zhao Lingjun. "He blushed and was different from ordinary people. Dr. Qian and I thought he was drunk, but we didn't expect that he would be like this after a while."

With a "hissy" sound, the familiar Dr. Qian, who Lin Qianxun was using scissors to cut off Zhao Lingjun's jeans.

When Lin Qianxun was talking to the young nurse, Dr. Qian had already taken off Zhao Lingjun's top. Before that, Dr. Qian had used many instruments to examine Zhao Lingjun, but strangely, Zhao Lingjun did not look like any wounds on his body, but the symptoms reflected seemed to be like a person who was constantly losing blood. So helplessly, Dr. Qian decided to take off Zhao Lingjun's clothes and pants for a careful examination. When he took off Zhao Lingjun's clothes, a thin female pajama like a cicada wing and a pack of long spikes tied with yellow ribbons fell out of Zhao Lingjun's arms.

Although Dr. Qian felt it was a little strange, after taking off Zhao Lingjun's clothes, Dr. Qian did not find any signs of injury. Zhao Lingjun's jeans were so tight that Dr. Qian couldn't even take it off for a while, so in desperation, Dr. Qian had no choice but to cut Zhao Lingjun's pants directly.

"What is this?" As soon as I cut Zhao Lingjun's pants, Dr. Qian, Lin Qianxun and the playful young nurse couldn't help but take a breath.
Chapter completed!