Zuo Lin stepped steadily on every step, as if what he stepped on was not a solid bluestone paved ground but a silt that could sink at any time. He is adjusting his state and gathering momentum at every step. Without using the activation technique, his body naturally became active, and every line of power was allocated to a reasonable place, waiting for the opportunity to move. The fish scale armor on his body was transformed by the spirit armor technique, and each piece of armor was like the wing sheath of an insect ready for a tense battle, slightly open. There is no more rustling sound from the collision and friction of the armor pieces, and there seems to be an invisible force between the armor pieces supporting each other and repelling each other, and it seems that there are countless crises hidden under the countless gaps formed by the momentum induction.

Zuo Lin only knew that the Blood Relic was a powerful, fierce and brutal magic weapon, but he didn't know what kind of abilities and spells Ando Michihiko would display and cast when he picked up the Blood Relic. And entering the inner courtyard of the Shifang Shrine, and just now in the narrow area of the mountain gate, the other party wants to refuse to be outside the mountain gate. In any case, it is the other side that is defending the homeland now. When Michihiko Ando led his disciples who sprinkled and exercised in the courtyard every day on the field they were familiar with, if his momentum weakened even a point, it could lead to final defeat. And failure is something that Zuo Lin will never tolerate.

From stepping into the mountain gate to incorporating a part of the disciples of the Ten Directions Divine Palace who were guarding in front of the main hall into the shè process, Zuo Lin adjusted to the best state in the distance of these dozens of steps. His body had never been so excited, never so eager to fight and fit for battle as it was at this moment. The question now is which side will be the first to attack.

Emile was surprised, but kept her emotions to herself. The momentum that spread out on Zuo Lin's body beside her made her feel that her breath was a little stagnant. This is not the result of the external power of nature, nor is it any spell or the ability of plants and animals, but simply elevates himself to a realm with a powerful and tenacious jīng god. Emile also understood a little that Zuo Lin was ready to fight. In the opponent's territory, if you want to play those clever spells such as spore magic, you probably won't have a chance. Emile clenched the staff in her hand, she knew that Zuo Lin had raised his momentum and will to fight to such an extent that it was by no means untargeted. She also understood. On the islands of the South Pacific, Zuo Lin certainly did not fight with himself with all his might. Naturally, there is a fight against xìng, but it is not a game of life and death, maybe Zuo Lin's level is not low under the relaxation of his mood, but he will never be like now, he will unleash all his energy with all his strength, and just relying on the coercion of momentum can make people feel on his body.

The door of the main hall of the Ten Directions Shrine was open, but those proud disciples of Michihiko Ando lined up at the door. These disciples have each developed their own abilities, and they have actually summoned 3 Snow Maidens and 2 Crow Tengu, and being able to have such a number of Shikijin is enough to show that the power of the Ten Directions Divine Palace is strong. In addition, there is actually a disciple who summons a toad the size of a car with spiritism, and he himself squatted on the toad's back, which makes people feel incredible that the weapon in this disciple's hand is actually a very poor P90 individual self-defense weapon. Although everyone had already fought a battle, they were all fighting with very traditional and classic cold weapons, and now that guns suddenly appeared, Zuo Lin and Emile looked at each other, feeling a little weird.

The disciples who were a little less powerful were either holding spirit flags or katanas, and guarding around these six disciples who were strong, and the disciples who were even less powerful and had just started could only take on the miscellaneous work of the Shifang Shrine, but at this moment, they put on the protective gear they wore when they practiced kendo, picked up the shiny katana or the cross spear that was only used as an ornament most of the time, and lined up on both sides of the courtyard, ready to pounce at any time.

Zolin took off his bow and quiver and threw them to Emile. He removed the skin from his back, took out the Soul Chaser Scepter, and combined it into a complete form. He thrust the powerful magic weapon into the ground, and a spider's web-like crack suddenly appeared on the bluestone slab around him.

The two crows pounced, and Emile drew an arrow from the quiver and drew his bow shère. A guy like Zolin who trained with a short bow in the mountains and forests could have quite good archery skills, not to mention Emile, who grew up on the island of Britain, which had a tradition of longbows. The arrow, full of green light, pierced the head of a crow tengu on the left, and immediately turned from an arrow into a growing and spreading piece of rattan, tying the crow tengu into a rice dumpling, and falling to the ground with a thud, unable to break free no matter what. Basically, if no one else came to help before the end of the battle, this guy with only a stupid strength and a hammer would have to be on the ground, and Emile Shè's second arrow was directly aimed at the master of this Shikigami.

When the arrow fell and fell into the crowd, countless powders fell from the shaft of the arrow, causing the disciples of the shrine to scatter in a heap, while the other crow Tengu had already brandished a hammer and landed in front of Emile. Just when everyone thought that Emile, who looked weak, was about to be smashed into meatloaf by the hammer, Emile dropped his bow and arrow, put one hand on Raven Tengu's wrist, and then turned around. The beautiful pointy scalp shoe was nailed to the face of the already ugly crow tengu. The massive body fell backwards in an instant. Emile's preference for slapping the face is once again revealed.

The ice pick sent by the Snow Maiden smashed in front of Zuo Lin, but Zuo Lin calmly blessed Emile with a spirit armor technique, and then let out a loud shout. The power of nature turned into a scorching pale green sè of light, as if it had fallen from every spontaneous shè of Zuo Lin's body. He didn't make any special interceptions, but the 9 ice picks in the first round couldn't reach Zuo Lin, and they melted in the air.

Then this piece was scorching and bright, and Emile, who already had the spirit armor technique, did not hesitate to transform. Because I don't know what kind of situation I have to face. It is also because of his extreme confidence in his own abilities and adaptation that Emile adopts the most basic wolf shape. Unlike Zuo Lin's fierce appearance when he changed into a wolf, Emile's changed wolf body is more slender, but the gray and white fur on his body seems to show some kind of pattern. Although he looked a little delicate, Emile did not mean to be humble in his actions, and the crow tengu had not yet fallen to the ground, and there were already more than 20 deep claw marks on his body. And this is already Emile's mercy, her sense of smell can't distinguish which kind of existence Shikigami belongs to, and she doesn't know how it tastes when she bites, Emile graciously didn't greet the crow tengu's nose with her canine teeth.

Like a white sè lightning, Emile shuttled through the crowd, leaving a mournful aura.

Zuo Lin didn't let go of the three Snow Maidens, as if he wanted to compete with the Snow Maidens to see who had a greater impact on the temperature, and Wulin cast a fire sowing technique that was rarely used in the druid's spells. Every ray of light condensed by the force of nature would turn into clusters of flames when it fell on any object, faint but tenaciously burning. The three disciples of the Three Snow Maidens and the Cāo Snow Maiden were naturally taken care of first, and the flames that were burning but could not be blown out with freezing air made them scramble for a while.

The disciple who was riding behind the toad jumped in the air with the toad, and he tightly pulled the trigger and let out a bullet, but the bullet hit Zuo Lin as if it had no effect at all, and it collided with the armor piece silently, and then fell to the ground together. The vacated slots were immediately replenished with new armor. Zuo Lin's right hand holding the Soul Chaser Scepter shook it vigorously on the scepter. He chanted the only shamanic witchcraft spell he had learned so far, and a black mist came out of the top of the scepter and crashed directly into the disciple's body, disappearing without a sound, and the disciple threw away the gun, grabbed the toad and landed on the ground, then fell to the ground in pain, rolling all over the ground.

Zuo Lin is still more annoyed by the Snow Girl, and using the power of nature to ignite fire is certainly a combat method, but it is a relatively expensive combat method. Two stout vines grew from his side. Wrap around the Soul Chaser Scepter and hold it securely. Immediately huge pods grew on the rattan. This is indeed a demonic pea, except that each pea is the size of a fist, and as soon as each pea leaves the pod, it changes, and the two cotyledons split open, turning into petals full of sharp teeth like a flytrap, like a mouth, biting towards those disciples. Especially towards those snow maidens cāo longitudinals.

Emile's movements are too fast, often retreating as soon as he dips, directly knocking down a target, losing combat effectiveness and running away, never waiting for the people around him to surround him, most of the disciples have to give up chasing Emile and focus on Zuo Lin, who can cast soul spells to cast their own spells, and can cast Shishen to throw Shikami. Even if that god wasted firewood, at least it would be able to cause trouble to Zuo Lin. The weaker disciples waved their flags and shouted around them, and the bolder ones rushed forward with weapons.

With two or two vines of the Demon Breath Pea supporting the Soul Chaser Scepter, Zuo Linsuo Xìng let go of the scepter, and only made the Scepter Werther an environment that was immune to low-level soul spells. Thorns and ghost vines continued to emerge on the ground, and the Devil's Breath Pea seemed to be able to come out of any corner of Zuo Lin's body, and Zuo Lin even picked up the staff that Emile had thrown just now, and connected it with the long knife on his waist, and it became Zuo Lin's most accustomed two-handed long knife. Zuo Lin scolded, waving, impacting, he didn't care at all about all kinds of spells coming at him. Those low-level soul spells are useless, and the damage caused by spiritual arts, or jīng god spells is very limited, and he has blessed himself with a recovery technique, Zuo Lin actually slashed there with constant injuries on his body, and the wound cracked and healed and healed and cracked. But the blood spilled on his body, whether it was his own or that of his enemies, gradually became sticky.

With a loud shout, Zuo Lin cut off the head of a snow girl, and the snow girl suddenly turned into a crystal snowflake, floating invisible. And the disciple of the cāo Snow Girl spurted out a mouthful of blood and staggered towards the entrance of the main hall. The flower stuck to the armor and immediately turned into water, and then flowed with the viscous blood, becoming mottled. Zuo Lin was simply a killing god at that moment.

Perhaps intimidated by Zuo Lin's desperate fighting style, the disciples of the Divine Palace all retreated towards the main hall unconsciously, blocking the entrance of the main hall, but they did not dare to take another step inward.

Zuo Lin sneered, the blood-stained armor pieces fell to the ground one by one, and the brand-new armor pieces were immediately replaced, and he was completely new from top to bottom, and there was more to it, just murderous. But those disciples who had already tried their best and couldn't stop Zuo Lin alone were a little frightened and frightened.

Those disciples gathered together, which made Emile a little difficult to perform, and she stood beside Wulin again. Her form changed, and she changed back to her human form, and the full-body armor formed by the Spirit Armor Technique outside her body made her not worry about going out at all. She saw that Zuo Lin had used the power of nature with an explosive amount just now, and immediately blessed Zuo Lin with the activation technique. It is impossible for anyone to fight against someone whose overall strength is greater than that of him without paying a price, and Zuo Lin is no exception, he just uses a large amount of natural power in a short period of time to raise his combat power to an incredible height. Whether it was the spells or weapons of those disciples of the Divine Palace, they might be able to hurt him, but they couldn't make him stop fighting, and Zuo Lin, who had blessed the recovery technique, was not afraid of those wounds, or even the poison that was smeared on the weapon, temporary. But his quasi-ferocious slashing could make a Divine Palace disciple fall with every blow, and he would die or at least lose his combat effectiveness, and in just a short moment, he severely weakened the opponent's overall strength. This kind of tactic of breaking each other, Zuo Lin is extremely good at it.

Emile looked at Zuo Lin appreciatively, but found that Zuo Lin's face seemed to be more solemn. Immediately, she noticed that the main hall of the Divine Palace seemed to be trembling slightly. Those disciples respectfully spread out on both sides of the stone steps in front of the main hall, leaving a path in the middle. Michihiko Ando walked out, but Michihiko Ando at this time seemed to be completely two people just now. His ruddy skin, which had been slightly pale and slightly healthy, turned pale blue, and his eyes turned blood-red. Outside the wide priest's robe, his hands and the blood vessels in his neck swelled up one by one, knotted on the surface of his body, looking hideous and abnormal. Michihiko Ando's peaceful and solemn demeanor that didn't change much even when he fell behind has become a kind of madness. And all this is because of the "blood relic" held on the palm of his right hand.