If it were under normal circumstances, it would be a little difficult for Lu Bai to catch up with Lin Kunkun even if he tried his best, even if he was against Yang Jun, there was a slight gap. But now the situation is different, this is a formation, a place that is equivalent to isolating the world and opening up another space. Like a fish that has been in drought for a long time jumping into the sea, there is a roc that has recovered from a wing injury, soaring between heaven and earth. Lu Bai was like a tiger with wings, and he walked through the formation unimpeded, and even Lin Kunkun and Yang Jun were also under his leadership, and his speed surged.

In less than half an hour, the three of them had successfully come to the foot of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. It's just that the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain that I saw has lost the leisurely atmosphere of the Immortal Cave Mansion in my imagination, like a giant purgatory. The vast green color has been replaced by endless blood red, like splashing ink in Chinese painting, but this painting paper is this lonely mountains and rivers.

Lin Kunkun and the others did not deliberately hide their bodies, in this boundless purgatory, they were like an insignificant piece of gravel in the desert, and they did not attract the attention of everyone under the foot of the mountain. But even so, Lin Kunyan still beckoned Lu Bai and Yang Jun, took two steps back, and landed behind a green pine stained with blood, as if this kind of desire to cover up could make him feel a little safe. Because of the large number of cultivators, the cultivators with murderous faces on their faces, and the few cultivators who were in the lead who couldn't know the depth at all, if they pointed the finger at their three uninvited guests, then there would be no hope of survival at all, even if it was one in a billion.

Lin Kunyan is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of such an unexplained death. At the foot of this Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, there are two groups of people facing each other, and in the open space between them and around them, there are scattered blood, one by one. And the stump and severed arm, there was no intact corpse at all, and even large pieces of corpse could not be seen. I don't know how many people have died, Lin Kunkun's eyes are full of red, dazzling red, even people like him who are used to seeing blood and death feel their stomachs cramping for a while. Not to mention Lu Bai and Yang Jun, if it weren't for the wrong time and place, I'm afraid they would have vomited at this time.

On one side of the confrontation was a middle-aged man with red hair, with many buns on the top of his head, flattening his red hair in buns on his scalp, and the ends of the two red hairs rippling in the wind. The peaceful posture of the face makes people feel good at it. And the men around him are a little bad-looking. The yellow hair like a lion, dry and jerky, like a steel needle, stuck upside down on the head without the slightest fear. His face was hideous, and his face was full of knotted muscles, like a humanoid machine. It's even more than the fanatical fitness man in the gym who trains his body almost like skinning muscles. He didn't have nothing in his hands like the red-haired elegant man, but he was holding a cast iron bowl in one hand and a vajra in the other, looking at the group of monks opposite. And behind these two people, followed by a large number of subordinates, these subordinates have different clothes, but they are distinct, at a glance, it is red, yellow, blue, green, blue, orange and purple. There is no need for someone to introduce it now, summing up everything he saw before, Lin Kunkun will be able to deduce the identity of this group of people. The people of the temple, those subordinates should be the famous Eight Heavenly Dragons in Indian Buddhism.

Directly opposite these people was a pale golden body shield that looked like a thing, and this golden mist shrouded the Bailai people in the middle. Faintly I could see that the golden hood was emanating from a string of bracelets in the hands of the old monk in the lead. The old monk was kind and kind, but now his somewhat distorted face revealed a compassionate and resolute look. Most of the people behind him were dressed in gray monk's robes and covered with red-bottomed and gold-rimmed robes, while a small number of people were dressed in sackcloth, like practitioners in monasteries.

The golden mist was trying its best to resist the erosion of the blood-red brilliance, and with each impact, the golden light mask only trembled slightly, and the surging blood-red brilliance disappeared like a flash in the pan. However, despite this, the blood-red brilliance only disappeared for a moment, and then it condensed again, and once again summoned up the courage to attack the golden light shield. Like a repetitive picture in a movie, the golden color shook again that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the blood-red brilliance disappeared again. But Lin Kun noticed that the golden light began to thin little by little under the impact of the blood-red brilliance again and again, and even the golden color gradually lost its brilliance.

While looking, Lin Kunkun noticed a withered wooden stick stuck in the ground in the middle of the two groups of people. It appeared very abruptly, as if someone had deliberately inserted it there. But bursts of blood-red brilliance emanated from the withered branches, and although the blood-red brilliance could cause some damage to the golden light mask, it itself suffered tremendous damage. Because every time the brilliance is broken, there will be a little more crack on the dead branch, but this crack is always erased by the red-haired middle-aged man in time......

The red-haired man glanced at the green pine where Lin Kunyan and the others were hiding, intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't make any follow-up movements, just smiled contemptuously. I don't know if this kind of contempt was issued to Lin Kunkun or to those people opposite him, but in Lin Kunkun's heart, this glance was like a thunderbolt from the sky. The source qi unconsciously began to roll, as if to break through the heavy constraints of his body, and it seemed that an invisible and strange power was instilled into his body. The source qi swelled, almost bursting his body.

Just when Lin Kunyan felt that blood had begun to flow from all over his body, as long as there were eyes on his body, even every pore was bleeding. The source stone standing still in the body began to rotate wildly, and every rotation of the source stone could drive bursts of power into it. It was followed by Lin Kunkun's life, which operated autonomously without Lin Kunkun's mobilization. In this way, Lin Kunkun's restless feeling as if it was about to explode began to disappear little by little......

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(Tianjin)