Chapter 118: Hey, whose is this Qiankun bag?

Lin Langtian, who was surrounded by several Lin clans and rushed forward, there was a faint hint of excitement hidden under his face, he had just taken advantage of the chaos to grab a large handful of Nirvana Pills in the main hall and ran away.

With these Nirvana Pills, he must be able to fully step into the realm of creation, and it is not impossible to catch up with that lowly family boy at that time, and he will win in the sky.

As for the mysterious skeleton behind him, no one knew that he had provoked it anyway, and the group of idiots who pulled behind him blocked the gun for him.

Hehe, shouldn't these lowly warriors ......

"Lin Langtian, what is in your sleeve robe? Hurry up and throw it out! ”

Just as Lin Langtian fell into a wonderful imagination, a hoarse voice that couldn't tell the direction suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Who is it?"

Lin Langtian's face sank, and he subconsciously looked back, trying to find the hateful martial artist who exposed himself.

It's just that the person seems to be extremely well hidden, and Lin Langtian can't even tell where the voice came from, let alone find out who the voice is.

The warriors who survived were all human spirits, thinking of the abnormal movement of the mysterious bones when they were in the underground hall before, and then staring at everyone, and now Lin Langtian's unnaturalness, everything is understood.

"Lin Langtian, quickly throw out the things you collected in the underground hall, do you want to drag us to die together?"

Wang Yan, who was shocked, scolded directly.

Others may still be afraid of Lin Langtian's status and status, but Wang Yan, who is also the Tianjiao of the four major clans, is not afraid of him.

"Wang Yan, what are you talking about?"

Lin Langtian pretended not to be angry, seeing that the entrance of the space passage was about to arrive, he would never give up the fat in his hand, he wanted to delay time.

Just as Lin Langtian and Wang Yan were at a stalemate, there were several martial artists from the Three Realms behind the crowd who turned into flesh and blood foam in the pursuit of the storm.

"Godmother, your Lin Langtian, you special mother hurry up and take out that ghost thing, otherwise we big guys will join forces to make you."

"Dog-like things, my brother was killed by your dog, believe it or not, Lao Tzu......"

Seeing that everyone was about to hit the street, at this time, everyone couldn't care about Lin Langtian's strength and identity, and a large number of foul words sprayed at him as if they didn't want money.

"You, you ......"

Lin Langtian's face was pale, and his chest rose and fell violently like a blower.

Being targeted by hundreds of powerhouses of the Three Realms of Creation, Rao is a half-step powerhouse of the Creation Realm, even if there are several powerhouses of the Lin clan on his side, the pressure is doubled.

Although the three Qi Creation Realm elders of the Lin clan did not speak, their bodies were tense, and they were on guard against the strong people around them as if they were facing a great enemy.

After a stalemate for a moment, Lin Langtian finally took out the black Qiankun bag hidden in his sleeve robe and threw it to the ground.

Sure enough, after Lin Langtian dropped the Qiankun bag hidden in his sleeve, the mysterious skeleton that fell behind the crowd immediately stopped attacking, although it was still chasing everyone, and its nature was more similar to driving.

"We are saved, and the source of the disaster is indeed the Qiankun bag."

"Hurry up, let's go, the space passage is ahead, let's rush."

Seeing this, everyone cheered in unison, and immediately accelerated and rushed forward.

Lin Langtian was pale, exuding an aura of not entering the living, and the aura tyrannically took the strong man of the Lin clan away.

His heart was dripping with blood, because in that Qiankun bag, in addition to the part of the Nirvana Pill he had taken from the underground palace, there were all his belongings.

It's just that the situation is critical just now, and where does he still have time to pick out his belongings, a clever spirit is thrown out.

......

"Buzz!"

The air rippled slightly, and a handsome black-clothed young man emerged, looking at the distant crowd and the mysterious skeleton and smiling: "This time it is your fate." ”

"Hey, how can there be a Qiankun bag here? Who lost it? If I don't want anyone, then I'll take it myself. ”

Lin Dong lowered his head, a black Qiankun bag was lying quietly at the bottom of his feet, and then raised his head and said loudly deliberately.

"......" was a deathly silence.

"Well, it seems to be an ownerless thing, so I'm welcome."

Lin Dong nodded with satisfaction, bent down to pick up the Qiankun bag with a trace of residual warmth, and immediately probed into it with his spiritual power.

"More than 800 Nirvana Pills, two high-grade spirit treasures, three intermediate spirit treasures, 400,000 pure Yuan Dan ......, this Lin Lang, ah no, this strange friend is very rich, thank you very much."

Lin Dong casually put away the Qiankun bag he picked up.

"Woo~"

I saw that at the end of the plain, a heaven-to-earth Yuan Force storm swept quickly, like a monstrous giant mouth swallowing everything around it, and a gray-white mysterious skeleton stood in the middle of the storm.

"After death, the strength of a skeleton is comparable to that of a powerhouse in the Five-Yuan Nirvana Realm, so isn't its strength in life at least comparable to that of a powerhouse in the Dead Xuan Realm, maybe it will be able to catch up with the little mink at the peak of the Death Xuan Realm in its heyday."

"It's the old man with black pupils, the disciple of the last sect master of the Great Wilderness Sect, his identity won't be the chief disciple of the Great Wilderness Sect, right?"

Lin Dong slowly raised his head and looked at the skeleton with interest.

"Trespassers, die!"

The storm is approaching, and the hollow and scarlet eyes of the mysterious skeleton standing in the air are locked on the forest movement below, when did another external ant break into here?

"Boom!"

A sky-high coercion pierced the sky, and the mysterious skeleton raised a white bone palm, and the Yuan Force roared, and the big palm of the Yuan Force that covered the sky and the sun quickly condensed in the sky.

"Alas, this Excellency is also a poor man, even if he dies, with a trace of residual thoughts, he still has to stubbornly protect this ruined sect."

In the face of this supreme blow that surpassed the three realms of creation, Lin Dongmian did not change his color, but sighed faintly.

As soon as his mind moved, a black rune immediately flew out of his body, levitating above his forehead to firmly protect Lin Dong, and when the black rune appeared, a trace of mysterious fluctuations slowly rippled away.

The scarlet eyes of the mysterious skeleton who was just about to launch an attack suddenly contracted, and the movements in his hands froze, and the Yuanli Great Handprint, which was completely condensed, dissipated.

"Master... Disciple... See... Division... Father. ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the mysterious skeleton knelt down in mid-air like a golden mountain and a jade pillar, and kowtowed three times at the black rune.

"Buzz~"

As if sensing something, the black rune suspended above Lin Dong's forehead contracted for a while, and a little bit of light quickly burrowed into the mysterious skeleton with some unknown information.

"Master, Zong... Door... No ......."

The figure of the mysterious skeleton that knelt down trembled suddenly, and there was endless sadness and unwillingness in his voice, and even a trace of sadness appeared in Lin Dong's heart for no reason.

The powerful sect fell apart overnight, and the former elders and friends all died tragically in order to protect the sect, but they didn't even know who the mysterious enemy was, they hated, they ......