Zhao Jingyuan is the old man who was the leader outside the Marshal's Mansion before, and he is also the one who has a deep enmity with Lin Jiu.

Only this person will send someone to attack Lin Jiu's disciples without leaving any stone unturned!

"Zhao Jingyuan!!"

Looking at the dead literary talent, Lin Jiu's killing intent in his heart continued to rise.

Among the disciples, Qiusheng had the earliest entry time, but the one who could accompany Lin Jiu for the longest time was Wencai.

Wencai has no father or mother, lives in Yizhuang every day, and the relationship between Wencai and Lin Jiu is more like a father and son. Although he was not successful, he was extremely respectful and filial to Lin Jiu, and now he died in front of him, which made it difficult for Lin Jiu to accept.

Human beings are born selfish.

Everyone loves first is always themselves, then relatives, close people, people nearby, maybe as we grow up, we understand love and responsibility, love for some people, better than themselves, but one thing remains the same, that is, for many people, a hundred outsiders, is not as good as a relative.

These disciples of Maoshan died, and Lin Jiu questioned Chen Ziwen;

Wen Cai died, and Lin Jiu couldn't wait to kill these Maoshan disciples again.

"How did Lin Jiu's relatives feel after they were killed?"

Far away, a voice was heard.

It is Zhao Jingyuan!

Not only Zhao Jingyuan, but also several other Maoshan elders who came quickly from a distance using light body techniques.

"Zhao Jingyuan!!"

Lin Jiu roared.

The few veterans in the distance had some ability, and when they got together, they actually used a very fast escape technique, and they came to the front after a while.

"Lin Jiu! Hello poisonous heart! ”

At first, Zhao Jingyuan thought that the disciples he sent had killed or captured those people sent away by Lin Jiu, who wanted to rush closer, but found that it was his own disciple lying on the ground.

Zhao Jingyuan was furious.

He didn't really care about those disciples, what he was angry about was that not only did these people not succeed, but they were all planted here.

On the other side, only one died and one was wounded.

A bunch of rice buckets!

Zhao Jingyuan glared at Lin Jiu angrily: "Lin Jiu, if you kill so many of my disciples, I will break your body into ten thousand pieces today and get rid of you as a traitor for the sect!" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at several juniors and disciples beside him, forming an extraordinary formation.

Lin Jiu didn't argue at all that these people were not killed by him.

At this time, Lin Jiu's killing intent was boiling in his heart, and he had already taken the lead in rushing towards him without waiting for Zhao Jingyuan and others to attack.

"Zhao Jingyuan, I should have killed you back then!"

Lin Jiudao's robe danced, seeing the large array formed by several elders as nothing, and rushed straight over.

Zhao Jingyuan and the others were enraged by Lin Jiu's gesture.

Although they had heard of Lin Jiu's marriage earlier, in the eyes of several people, Lin Jiu would always be their nephew's generation.

Several people have not yet joined forces, but they can join forces to form a formation, and their strength is by no means below that of ordinary Jindan. Lin Jiu dared to underestimate them so much, and he couldn't help but make a few people angry.

"Look for death!"

Several people pinched the trick at the same time, and suddenly several mana powers converged into an invisible knife and slashed towards Lin Jiu!

Bang!

It's like a silver bottle bursting.

When the invisible knife slashed towards Lin Jiu, the latter pointed a little fingertip and faced the air, and a strong surge surged and shattered the invisible knife.

Lin Jiu was furious, and he shot with all his might, and his strength was far beyond the imagination of Zhao Jingyuan and the others.

"You"

Zhao Jingyuan was shocked and wanted to change the formation, but saw Lin Jiuyi rushing in front of him and pointing at his forehead!

"Master save me!"

Zhao Jingyuan screamed in horror!

He came prepared, but he didn't expect that Lin Jiu's strength was much more powerful than he expected. The large array formed by a few of them was enough to deal with ordinary Jiedan monks, and it was enough to kill people beyond the ranks, but in front of Lin Jiu, they seemed so vulnerable.

Brush!

Seeing that Zhao Jingyuan was about to be pointed at by Lin Jiuyi to break his forehead, a Dao talisman suddenly flew out of Zhao Jingyuan's body.

This talisman is silver-white, engraved with a script, and as soon as it flies out, it transforms into a phantom.

The phantom was a middle-aged man, and when he saw this, he put his two fingers together and cut off Lin Jiu's fingertips.

Bang!

There was a jolt.

The phantom flickered, and he took a few steps back, but he finally stopped Lin Jiu.

"Lin Jiu, do you want to commit the following offense?"

The phantom spoke.

It is extremely powerful, even if it is only a phantus, it is also full of momentum.

Zhao Jingyuan was shocked before, but when the phantom appeared, his expression instantly recovered, and he was even a little arrogant.

Lin Jiu's face was expressionless: "Ninth Master Uncle Ancestor, when the disciple kills this person, I will ask you for the guilt."

Saying that, Lin Jiu ignored it and moved forward again.

The phantom glanced at Lin Jiu deeply.

He didn't expect Lin Jiu to give him face so much.

So they pointed to it again.

Bang!

Bang!

Lin Jiu and the phantom exchanged hands.

This scene made Chen Ziwen, who was standing in the distance, extremely amazing.

Maoshan deserves to be called Maoshan Mountain.

The profundity of the heritage is not comparable to that of small and medium-sized sects.

If you are not mistaken, the man who conjured up the phantom is a Yuanying monk.

Unexpectedly, with just a phantom, he was able to fight with Lin Jiu.

Unfortunately, the phantom is not the ontology after all.

Lin Jiu had no scruples, his mana was higher and higher, and he finally forcibly pierced the phantom with one finger.

"The afterlife is terrifying, I remember you."

The phantom left a last sentence, and the phantom collapsed, turning into a cracked silver rune.

"Lin Jiu, you are bold!"

On the side, Zhao Jingyuan was shocked.

He didn't expect Lin Jiu to be so strong, and his heart felt remorseful.

Lin Jiu looked at Zhao Jingyuan, the new hatred and the old hatred were in his heart, and he couldn't calm his heart if he didn't kill the other party.

"Die!"

Lin Jiu didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and stepped forward.

Zhao Jingyuan didn't dare to fight hard, so he hurriedly performed the formation escape technique with several others and evacuated backwards.

Lin Jiu let out a long roar, and a huge shadow swooped down in the air, intercepting several people with one wing.

"Please, God!"

Zhao Jingyuan pinched the magic seal, stomped his feet, and actually used the Maoshan Divine Technique.

Asking for magic is a great mastery of Maoshan, and it can generally only be successful in the vicinity of Maoshan or in the place where the ancestors of Maoshan are often worshipped.

Now that he is in the wilderness, it should be difficult to invite God, and I don't know what the mystery of the formation formed by Zhao Jingyuan and several people is that it can be completed at one time. And not only Zhao Jingyuan, but several other elders also asked God to succeed.

"Lin Jiu, don't make a mistake!"

Zhao Jingyuan said in a deep voice.

He asked God to succeed, not the soul of the ancestor, but the power of the ancestor.

But even if he borrowed the power of the first generation of Maoshan ancestors, Zhao Jingyuan no longer wanted to fight to the death with Lin Jiuyi.

Asking God is not becoming a god.

Zhao Jingyuan temporarily has the power of the knot pill, plus a few junior disciples, the power of the formation is huge, but somehow, Zhao Jingyuan's strength has improved, but in the dark, he senses that Lin Jiu in front of him is unfathomable.

It seems that Lin Jiu still has hidden strength.

"A few teachers and uncles,"

Lin Jiuli also ignored Zhao Jingyuan, looked at the rest of the people and said: "This is a matter between me and Zhao Jingyuan, if you interfere again, I will not stay any longer."

After speaking, regardless of the reactions of several people, Lin Jiu attacked Zhao Jingyuan.

Scold!

The Great Array condenses.

After all, several people chose to advance and retreat with Zhao Jingyuan.

Lin Jiu sighed in his heart, but he was not afraid at all, holding several thunder and lightning runes, shooting forward.

Disease!

Lin Jiuyi pinched his fingers, and thunder fell from the air, slashing forward......

…

A minute later.

A figure jumped down from the barren mountain and fled in a hurry!

"Lin Jiu, let me go! I'm your uncle! Kill me, you will really become a traitor, and my master will not let you go! ”

Zhao Jingyuan shouted.

His face was bloodless.

Seeing that Lin Jiu was getting faster and faster in the rear, Zhao Jingyuan was shocked.

He never thought that the poor boy who was cheated by him and failed to get married back then would grow to such a point.

With this kind of strength, even if they are elders of their generation, few of them are opponents, right?

Several other juniors and disciples have been stunned or frightened away by Lin Jiu, and only Zhao Jingyuan is left at the moment.

Zhao Jingyuan knew that Lin Jiu would not give up if he didn't kill him, so he tried his best to flee in the direction of the county seat.

He rushed here first, and a part of the county army also drove to this side, as long as he connected with the army, he could get out of the predicament.

No matter how strong he is, he is still human.

Lin Jiu can't beat bullets!

But......

Zhao Jingyuan was a little desperate.

He clearly remembered to inform the county army of the situation, why no one had come yet.

With his speed, he couldn't escape Lin Jiu's pursuit at all!

Huh, that's?

Suddenly, Zhao Jingyuan's eyes lit up, like seeing an oasis in the desert!

"Senior brother! Save me! ”

Zhao Jingyuan suddenly shouted!

His voice was not only abrupt, but also loud, and even Chen Ziwen, who was on the barren mountain behind him and was shocked by Lin Jiu's strength, could hear it clearly.

Brother-in-charge?

Maoshan teaches real people?

The father of the first mao?

Although I don't know whether it's true or not, Chen Ziwen's retreat sprouted.

If I remember correctly, the first Mao died in his own hands, and now the first Mao father has arrived, and it is said that he is still a bigwig-level figure who can face off with the Yuanying Monk, and Chen Ziwen doesn't want to meet him at all.

Chen Ziwen secretly arranged a formation to activate the comprehensive technique of humans and ghosts.

While gathering thunder and preparing for Lei Dun, the clone held a telescope and looked in the direction where Lin Jiu and Zhao Jingyuan were.

Following the trend of Zhao Jingyuan's escape, Chen Ziwen saw an army coming here from a distance, and this army seemed to be larger than what Chen Ziwen had seen in the county. At the front of the line, there was a Taoist who was dressed like Shi Jian, who seemed to hear Zhao Jingyuan's call for help, and broke away from the army alone, one step and ten meters, as if shrinking into inches, and moved forward quickly.

"Help me!"

Zhao Jingyuan's face was happy.

The one who came from the front was Mao Zhen, the real person in charge of Maoshan today, and he, Zhao Jingyuan, has always been a supporter of Mao Town.

"Brush!"

Just as the two sides were getting closer and closer, a magic sword that seemed to be condensed by mana pierced through his chest from behind Zhao Jingyuan!

Zhao Jingyuan didn't have time to say a word, and one fell to the ground and was silent.

"Disciple Lin Jiu, I've seen a real person in charge of the sect!"

Zhao Jingyuan fell to the ground, and Lin Jiu's figure had just arrived.

Looking at Mao Zhen, the real person of Maoshan Palm Sect who was walking at the same time in front of him with an expressionless face, Lin Jiu saluted cautiously, looking a little nervous.

"Lin Jiu, are you guilty?"

Mao Zhen is wearing a black and white black and white black suit, and his appearance is a bit similar to that of the first Mao, but his temperament belongs to Shi Jian's, but he has no beard.

At this time, Mao Zhen couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, but just looked at Lin Jiu lightly.

"The disciple is guilty."

Lin Jiu bowed his head and arched his hand.

But there was no trace of remorse in his eyes.

Mao Zhen looked at Lin Jiu, frowned, and suddenly cast his gaze in the direction where Chen Ziwen was in the distance.