Lin Qi's indescribable intuition was completely accurate, Lin Sixteen's body was indeed Ye Bufan's doing, and what sealed his throat with a sword was a rusty short sword.

It is not uncommon for the weak to fight the strong in the battle of the monks, and the wonderful spells, the high-grade spirit runes, and the rare immortal weapons can be like a tiger with wings in the battle of life and death, like a cloud riding the wind.

But Ye Bufan is only a cultivator in the Gathering Spirit Period, and he is a wild cultivator with no roots and no evidence, and until now, he has not been able to release a simple technique. And Lin Sixteen has already refined the Mahayana, as a disciple of the inner gate of the Tiancang Sect, he has all the methods and places of wealth, and it can be said that he was born to be a smooth and smooth man.

Lin Qi only suspected that Lin Sixteen's death must be related to Ye Bufan, no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't imagine that Lin Sixteen's death would be Ye Bufan's own doing.

A drink and a peck, its own providence.

When the glave is chaotic, the five shadow beasts shoot to the west side of the clearing like black light piercing the sky, Jinglian has grown up, a leaf of lotus petals on the top of the head instantly withered, the King Kong wheel in the heart of Zen is angry and the flame rises, on the west side of the wheel, the law of the Great Wei Deming King has been fully manifested, and the six sides are the wrath of the King Kong, with the skull as the Yingluo, with the wisdom of the ignorant enemy, with the tiger skin as the skirt, life and death is the righteousness of Nirvana, six arms and two holds, one is the wishful treasure stick, one is the three-pronged golden halberd, a wisdom sword is lightless, with the power of King Kong to destroy evil and remove obstacles。

The Zen heart flows, and the great power of the Ming King appears in front of people, with the Zen thought of the Ruyi Treasure Stick, the three-pronged golden halberd, a sweep, the three shadow beasts turned into drifting black smoke.

At that moment, the still lotus was imposing, and the practice of Zen Tantric Vajra was remarkable.

However, the Great Mighty Ming King was indomitable, and after the devastating blow, the two ghostly beasts that were embellished after flashing from Jing Lian's side bounced up, sliding out of a black arc, and pounced on the flustered Lin Sixteen.

At that moment, Lin Sixteen's sea of knowledge was turbulent.

Tang Liu's creepy death, the three people on the west side of the clearing looked at it completely, which made Lin Sixteen see the two shadow beasts pounce in front of him, only to feel that there was no color between heaven and earth, there were only two black light and ink shadows left in his eyes, and only a miserable white skeleton remained in his heart.

He still holds a low-grade spirit stone in his palm, and the spiritual energy in the dantian spirit tripod is full enough to save his life, and the spirit gang that protects the body can penetrate through the body in an instant, but the only thing he does is just wait for death.

The Zen tantric method practiced by Jinglian, I am the king of the Ming, and the king of the Ming is me. The law of the great Wei Deming King is embodied, under the six heads and six sides, all sides and eight sides, all into the eyes. Seeing the two Phantom Beasts slashing towards Lin Sixteen from her side, Jing Lian's heart suddenly tightened.

Helplessly, just a blow from the great Wei Deming King Fa Xiang swept thousands of troops, the old force is not exhausted, the new force is difficult to live, and the wisdom sword held by the Fa Xiang in both arms is not light, and now it is still the side of the hidden sword, protecting the gate of heaven.

In an instant, Lin Sixteen was about to die, and a little crimson streamer suddenly appeared, stabbing straight at a shadow beast in the air.

Ye Bufan had already held the rusty green short sword on the side behind Lin Sixteen and was concentrating on guard, the situation was critical in an instant, Ye Bufan had no distractions, he jumped forward, and stabbed the short sword at a shadow beast in front with a wave of his hand.

The scarlet tip of the short sword pierced into the wolf face of the shadow beast, without any hindrance, as if piercing into a thin cloud of black smoke, the sword entered an inch, and the rusty short sword trembled suddenly, a thrill, and a violent feeling rushed straight to Ye Bufan's sea of knowledge.

At the tip of the scarlet sword, an inch of light flashed, and the shadow beast that was pierced into the wolf's face instantly disintegrated, and hundreds of pieces of debris like black ice chips flew everywhere, turning into hundreds of extremely fine black smoke before they landed.

A small cloud of faint black gas sank into the scarlet tip of the sword, and a rusty spot the size of a bean grain on the short sword cracked and fell off, leaking out a small piece of red sword body.

In just one breath, Ye Bufan didn't even have time to be amazed by the strange scene in front of him, and the body of another phantom beast in the air was stunned, and it fell straight to the ground, only two feet away from Lin Sixteen.

Ye Bufan retracted the short sword slightly, Jinglian's meditation was circulating, and the law of the Great Wei Deming King was about to swing the wisdom sword, Lin Sixteen was just at the last moment, suddenly as if he had been awakened by a nightmare, twisting his body, waving his hands wildly, passing through the Dharma of the Great Wei Deming King condensed by the Zen light, and grabbed Jing Lian's emaciated shoulders.

Jing Lian's shoulders ached, the circulating Zen thoughts were interrupted instantly, the Vajra wheel in the Zen heart cracked fine lines, and the Dharma of King Dawei Deming was immediately extinguished.

The piercing pain rushed to the top of her head, Jing Lian's body was soft and weak, but Lin Sixteen dragged Jing Lian in front of her without hesitation.

The ghost beast that landed on the ground was just afraid of an unknown danger on Ye Bufan's short sword, Lin Sixteen frantically dragged Jing Lian in front of him, this ghost beast was suddenly excited, the wolf's mouth opened wide, and its body rushed in front of him.

Between the lightning and flint, the front paws of this shadow beast hung on a broad shoulder, and the faint black gas in the wolf's mouth spewed out, which could corrode the skin and flesh in the blink of an eye, and saw the white bones.

But in an instant, the shadow beast twisted and jumped diagonally, and after landing on the ground, it fled frantically in the direction of the east side.

There was a sudden surge of energy in the sky, the icy air penetrated into the bone marrow, the half-foot ice pick pierced through the heavens and the earth, and the crystal snowflakes fluttered down.

Ye Bufan turned a blind eye to everything around him, staring closely at the rusty green short sword in his hand.

The short sword stabbed straight forward against Jing Lian's forehead, and the scarlet tip of the sword had completely pierced Lin Sixteen's throat, and the crimson light at the tip of the sword appeared, and the flesh and blood of Lin Sixteen's throat began to slowly rot, and a raised throat bone leaked out in the blink of an eye.

Lin Sixteen could still spit out some hoarse, low, and indistinct voices, "Oh, oh, ah", in the sound, he stared at Ye Bufan tightly, his eyes were initially a little confused and incomprehensible, and when his throat turned from itchy to a huge pain, his gaze turned into deep fear and panic, and he let go of Jing Lian's right hand and slowly raised it to hold the blade of the short sword, his eyes were full of piercing boundless resentment.

Ye Bufan drew his sword and retracted, his left hand held Jinglian, who was weak all over his body, looking at Lin Sixteen's slightly swaying body, he sighed without joy and carefree in his heart, and muttered softly,

"Why in your eyes!"

"Other people's lives are always so worthless!"

Lin Sixteen's body slowly softened to the ground with Ye Bufan's voice, the wound on his throat had rotted into a blood hole, and the blood flowed on the ground with pus, and he couldn't see the original blood hole, which was only lightly pierced by the tip of a thin sword. Before he took his last breath, there was an unforgettable endless attachment in his eyes.

Ye Bufan withdrew the short sword, took a few steps to the oblique side with Jing Lian, avoiding the bloody breath that was already a little nasilous, the sky was dark, and when the purple thunder flashed, Jing Lian had already sat down, didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, closed his eyes and purified his heart, and began to silently recite the Buddha-figure's Immovable King Heart Sutra in his heart.

Ye Bufan returned to Lin Sixteen's side from the new, and with the cold pearl light of a bead scattered on the ground, he carefully untied the storage jade pendant on Lin Sixteen's waist, and his spiritual sense carefully probed into the space of the jade pendant, and after some trade-offs, he tied the jade pendant to Lin Sixteen's waist after a while.

Sitting side by side with Jinglian, Ye Bufan did not have the inner visualization of concentrating and calming his qi to recover his aura. He pondered quietly for a moment, and there was not only a pleasure in his heart that he was not an ant, but also the pleasure of holding power in his hands, thinking of the smiling faces of his wife and son, and the endless disgust for the Golden Avenue and the Feather Immortals.

In the midst of the gains and losses, Ye Bufan thought of the rusty short sword in his storage bag, why the scarlet tip of the sword flashed red, why it shattered the shadow beast into black ice chips, and why it stabbed the wound between Lin Sixteen's throat as if it had been corroded by the shadow beast.

The strangest thing is, why did he survive the bite of the Phantom Beast unharmed?

The countless thoughts in his heart were like twine, Ye Bufan was upset, without a clue, he turned his head to look at Jinglian beside him, spit out a breath of turbidity in his chest, and gradually his heart was as calm as water, looking at a gray band of light in the sky, waiting for the sky to shine and the sun rise.

The secret of Lin Sixteen's death had been hidden in his heart, hidden in the night, and Ye Bufan did not believe that Jing Lian would confide this secret to the disciples of the Tiancang Sect.

Even if it was a secret leak, it was just his own death, and when Ye Bufan was burned to the ground in Shishanbao Village, he had completely downplayed life and death.

When Lin Qi appeared in front of him through the clearing, Ye Bufan felt unfazed and uneasy in his heart, allowing Lin Qi to take a closer look at Lin Sixteen's corpse, and letting Lin Qi stare at his shoulder with undisguised suspicion and a faint murderous intent in his eyes.

The surroundings were quiet, and he could no longer feel a faint killing intent behind him, Ye Bufan smiled in his heart, thinking about the rusty short sword that his son picked up, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart,

Heaven has its own eyes.

Fortune is magical.