"Since that guy has these thirteen soul-fixing nails, why isn't even useless?" After sighing at the pervert of soul-fixing nails, Zhao Lingjun asked Lin Yiren, "Is this soul-fixing nail necessary to have a unique way of travel exhibition?";

"You're right." Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun, "This soul-fixing nail must be used in conjunction with our Biluo lineage's soul-fixing technique. I believe that although the people from Maoshan Sect got the soul-fixing nail, they also knew that this soul-fixing nail was a treasure, but they had no way to use it, so they could only put it in a package to enjoy the cool."

"Then you will be able to stabilize your soul in a while?";

"Nonsense, as the only successor of the Biluo lineage, if I didn't know, no one else in the world would know it." Lin Yiren's hands changed into a magic trick.

"Yin and Yang are transformed, the universe is endless, and you can take away your soul and lose your soul. Follow my orders and be as urgent as the law."

As soon as Lin Yiren finished reciting the spell, a dazzling blue light emitted from the thirteen soul-fixing nails.

"Ji" With Lin Yiren's cold shout, the thirteen soul-fixing nails turned into thirteen blue lightnings, and shot on Zhao Lingjun's wall together, forming a pattern of a plum blossom.

"It turns out that this thing is like the White Bone Nether Sword. As long as you move your mind, you can shoot out of electricity." Zhao Lingjun looked at the thirteen soul-fixing nails neatly inserted into his wall, and couldn't help but gasp. "If we hide behind others and secretly put such a nail on someone, wouldn't we do everything?"

"Do you think others are you." Lin Yiren glanced at Zhao Lingjun coldly. "Of course, practitioners have mysterious methods or magic weapons to protect themselves, so how could you be so easily conspired to by you?

"Damn." When Zhao Lingjun thought that he was actually half dead by a small bullet today, if it weren't for the fact that he had fallen to Lin Qianxun, he might have died, so Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but blush and quickly changed the subject.

"What a pity, it's wrong." Zhao Lingjun said.

"What a pity?";

Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun strangely, "What a pity?";

"It's a pity that we didn't get these thirteen soul-fixing nails early, otherwise those psychics would be good materials for us to make puppet warriors." Zhao Lingjun coughed and said. "It's a pity that those psychics didn't know what you were eating."

Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun with a sarcastic look. "The Netherworld Master uses ghost ghosts and corpses as materials to refine magic weapons. Those psychics are all the best materials for any Netherworld Master. How could I easily let them swallow the dark creatures?"

"Did you hide their bodies?" Zhao Lingjun was startled by Lin Yiren's words, "Damn. You might as well hide their bodies in the flower bed."

"You don't have to worry about this for now. Let's talk about why you almost got killed by someone else." Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun and said. "You didn't say that Maoshan Sect, you ran away as soon as you saw you take action. How could you be plotted against later?"

"After coming out there, I went to Sanxing Building again to find some clues about the white jade box. But unexpectedly, when I wore the clouds and sky clothes, I was discovered at a glance. Zhao Lingjun was depressed and told Lin Yiren about the story of how he sneaked into Sanxing Building and how he was discovered by young people.

"Has he practiced the heavenly eye power? Or had he practiced some magic like the night eye?" Lin Yiren was surprised, not too big or too little.

"How do I know?" Zhao Lingjun said depressedly. "Anyway, as soon as he came in, he saw me hiding on the ceiling, and then summoned two Onmyojis."

"Then you were injured by the spells of two Onmyojis? Almost dead?";

"No." Zhao Lingjun told Lin Yiren and Wu Xiaoye in detail about how he pretended to be the people of Maoshan Sect and how he was injured by bullets like living things shot from those machine guns.

"There is such a bullet. Ampe Onmyoji's spell is indeed evil." Lin Yiren thought it was nothing. But when Wu Xiaoye heard Zhao Lingjun's cat description of the bullet, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Soul-Devouring Bullet."

"How do you know the name of this bullet?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Wu Xiaoye strangely. "I seem to hear them say that the name of this bullet is indeed Soul-Devouring Bullet."

Wu Xiaoye's face turned pale, "You really got a bullet like this?";

"Yes." Zhao Lingjun nodded. "How could I become like this?"

"Who saved you?" Wu Xiaoye took a deep breath and asked Zhao Lingjun.

"What?" Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren both saw Wu Xiaoye's abnormality. "That soul-devouring bullet?";

"Cao Rusheng from Tianyi Pavilion died under such a bullet." As soon as Wu Xiaoye said, Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren's reactions were completely different.

"Who is Cao Rusheng?" Zhao Lingjun was a little confused. "What is Tianyi Pavilion?";

"Cao Rusheng actually died under such a bullet?" Lin Yiren was shocked. "What is the origin of this soul-devouring bullet? It's so domineering?";

"Ampe Onmyoji's soul-devouring bullet is said to be refined with the corpse and blood of the winged flying snake living in the bottomless abyss of the sea. Each bullet will be sealed by Ampe Onmyoji with a secret method. The corpse and blood of the winged flying snake have a natural melting effect on the five elements of the Taoist power, and the ghost spirit sealed in the making of such materials has the ability to dissolve the Taoist power and devour people's vitality."

After looking at Zhao Lingjun, Wu Xiaoye continued: "Tianyi Pavilion is like Zao Pavilion, and it is also one of the very famous sects in the Taoist world. At that time, Cao Rusheng was known as the number one master in East China. He was the only master in Tianyi Pavilion who has practiced to the Three Flowers Gathering Top and Five Qi Chaoyuan Realm in the past hundred years. He was defeated by his Tianyisheng Water Technique and the thunderous pearls. However, he later died under this soul-devouring bullet."

"No wonder the Tianyi Zhenren, who was known as the number one master in East China, suddenly died suddenly. It turned out that he died under a bullet like Ampe Onmyoji." After Lin Yiren cried, he couldn't help but ask Wu Xiaoye. "The Tianyi Pavilion claimed to the public that Cao Rusheng died of a sudden illness. How did you know so clearly?"

"Because after Cao Rusheng got into the soul-devouring bomb of Ampe Onmyoji, our Heiwu Sect and Shennong Sect were invited to save Cao Rusheng."

When Wu Xiaoye said this, he couldn't help but look straight at Zhao Lingjun, "But even if we gathered the strength of our two families, we couldn't save him. So I really want to know who saved you."

"Yes, who is it?" Lin Yiren couldn't help but turn around and ask Zhao Lingjun when he heard Wu Xiaoye say this. But when Lin Yiren turned around, he found that Zhao Lingjun had already been on the spot.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lin Yiren shook Zhao Lingjun for a moment, and Zhao Lingjun came to his senses. "Have you ever heard of a spell called "Glorious Technique"?"

"Sui Tian's brilliant art?" As soon as Zhao Lingjun said this name, Lin Yiren and Wu Xiaoye couldn't help but be surprised.

Wu Xiaoye took a deep breath before he calmed down his mood.

"The Glorious Art is said to be a spell passed down from ancient times, and this spell has only one effect, that is, to cure diseases and save people. According to legend, only the phoenix cluster of Lin family possesses such a magical healing technique. According to legend, the reason why all diseases of the Glorious Art is eliminated is that the caster can bring blessings to the sick person's Phoenix God and Phoenix God, and bring rebirth to the sick person."

After looking at Zhao Lingjun who was shocked again, Wu Xiaoye continued: "But I don't know which kind of magnificent art is in the magnificent art."

"You actually know someone who understands ancient magical techniques." Lin Yiren also gasped.

But Zhao Lingjun seemed to be petrified all of a sudden.

Zhao Lingjun's mind was blank, and only a voice was constantly echoing: "Someone actually used the Yuanyin body as a guide, and used the magnificent technique of reversed Yin and Yang to save you at the cost of ten years of life..."

In just a moment, Zhao Lingjun understood the truth of the matter.

It turns out that she is a descendant of the Phoenix lineage.

Zhao Lingjun vaguely remembered that when Lin Qianxun was translating the contents of the bamboo slices for herself that day, she once told herself that her ancestors were one of the witch doctors in Qi State before. When she translated, she also said that during the battle of Qi Lai, a man named Lin also used brilliant techniques to treat the Qi army.

Zhao Lingjun felt that no matter what, he could not let down a woman who had only exchanged her life for ten years of life and Yuanyin.

But what Zhao Lingjun wants to do most now is to let the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and the two Japanese Onmyoji know what it means: Zhao Lingjun is very angry, and the consequences are very serious.

If there were no these Ampere Onmyoji, and without this young man wearing golden silk eyes, how could he be injured? How could Lin Qianxun sacrifice his ten years of life to save himself?

And how many decades are there in a person’s life?

When Zhao Lingjun thought of Lin Qianxun's pale face, a burst of anger arose in his heart.

But after the anger, Zhao Lingjun completely calmed down again.

Zhao Lingjun knew that he had no chance to make a second mistake.

Know your own and your opponent, and you will win every battle.

Zhao Lingjun thought coldly in his heart.

"How many masters are there in Maoshan Sect? How many powerful magic weapons are there?" Zhao Lingjun asked after having an idea in his mind.

"There are probably no less than fifteen of the same level as me." Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun and smiled bitterly. "Although the strength of Maoshan Sect is not as good as before, Fang Tianhua, the leader of Maoshan Sect, has already reached the masters of the Three Flowers Gathering Top and Five Qis of the Yuan Dynasty. The four elders of Maoshan Sect have their own strengths, and even Fang Tianhua's disciples have already become famous masters."

"As for the powerful magic weapons, there are countless more." Lin Yiren paused and said, "The three most famous and most powerful magic weapons are the Qingming Mirror, the Demon Refining Pot and the ** Demon Bell."

"What are the uses of these three magic weapons?" Zhao Lingjun now knows that the most disadvantage of his enemy is his lack of experience, so Zhao Lingjun feels that the only way he has to breathe for himself and Lin Qianxun is to learn more and ask more questions.

"Qingming Mirror, Demon Refining Pot and ** Demon Bell are both very powerful magic weapons. It is said that as long as you touch the back of the Qingming Mirror for three times, the Qingming Mirror will cast a Qingming true energy that cannot be broken even the Nine Heavens Thunder to protect the whole body of the caster. If you touch it three times in front and aim it at the enemy, as long as the enemy's shadow falls into the Qingming Mirror, the enemy will be unable to move all over and let the caster slaughter. The Demon Refining Pot should actually be called the Demon Refining Pot, because it means refining.

The demon, but in fact, this pot is used to store the souls of various monsters. The demon refining pot can allow the souls of these monsters to devour each other and produce more powerful monsters. After so many years of devouring, I don’t know what kind of powerful monsters the Maoshan Sect has refined. I am not very clear about the specific effect of the demon bell. It is said that when you hit this bell, you will cast some large-shaped attack spells, which are difficult to be a god or a demon, and they are extremely powerful."

"Damn, then in this way, we are fighting hard with Maoshan Sect, and I'm afraid there's no more scum left." Zhao Lingjun looked at Lin Yiren, "Maybe even our souls will be thrown into the demon refining pot for refining."

"So it's not easy to copy the Maoshan Sect's hometown." Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun and said. "We need to pick the persimmons and pinch them. It seems that we should ask the two Onmyoji first."

"They may not be the soft persimmons we can pinch." Zhao Lingjun said with a wry smile. "I think they don't even take Maoshan Sect seriously. Maybe the strength of Sanxing Company is stronger than Maoshan Sect."

"Damn." Lin Yiren turned around and left after hearing this.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Lin Yiren strangely.

"Go back and pack your things and run away." Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun and said. "Maybe they will kill them tonight."

"Don't worry, the mountain man has his own tricks." Zhao Lingjun smiled.

"What kind of trick do you have?" Lin Yiren looked at Zhao Lingjun suspiciously.

"Don't worry about this for now." Zhao Lingjun smiled, "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. We must first find ways to improve our strength."

"for you."

As soon as Zhao Lingjun finished speaking, Lin Yiren pulled out the key of the Yellow Spring that had been stuck at his waist and threw it to Zhao Lingjun.

"What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!