Zhao Lin naturally refused to let go of the tyrannical man, unfolded his body, and chased after him.

"It seems that it can't be good today, and life-saving means must be used."

Seeing Zhao Lin chasing closer and closer, the man with the violent eyes was about to jump out of the cavity, gritted his teeth, patted the lock bag, took out a talisman, and slapped it out with a palm.

With a "hum" sound, the talisman suddenly turned into countless cyan air masses, spreading radially behind him.

When the air mass encounters the wind, it grows and spun rapidly, and soon becomes a large cyclone.

The suction force of these cyclones is extremely great, sweeping away the birds and beasts, sand, stones, grass and trees in the sky and the ground, like hundreds of small tornadoes, and the sound is extremely amazing.

"This spell ......"

Zhao Lin's heart sank, and he immediately stopped.

The number of cyclones contained in the spell is so large that if you take a detour, it will take longer than waiting for the spell to end.

Zhao Lin looked inwardly at the spiritual cultivation map and saw three flashing fonts appear in the fifth grid: Trapping Technique!

"It turned out to be this spell, no wonder!"

Zhao Lin was glad that he didn't rush in just now.

Trapping is a wind spell that unleashes a large number of powerful cyclones, like traps, that can be used to trap enemies or prevent them from pursuing.

If you strayed into it, you would be entangled and pulled by these cyclones, and it would be dangerous for the Storm-Eyed Man to kill him back with a rifle.

The Storm-Eyed Man glanced back and breathed a sigh of relief.

I wanted to say another cruel word to support the scene, but when I saw Zhao Lin staring at him with deep eyes, as if he wanted to remember his appearance, he unconsciously shivered, and without saying a word, he fled without looking back.

"You think you'll be able to escape?"

Zhao Lin sneered softly, raised his nose and sniffed deeply, remembering the breath left by the storm-eyed man, turned around and turned back, and picked up the lock bag on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the stormy-eyed man was gone, and the spiritual power of the trapping technique was about to be exhausted, and the speed of the cyclone slowed down.

Zhao Lin stepped forward and observed the spell up close.

In the spiritual diagram, there is a looming four-petal plum blossom next to the trapping technique, indicating that the talisman is of the highest grade and inspires a proficient-level spell.

Zhao Lin suddenly had a thought in his heart, "This spell is a sharp weapon in the formation, you can attack and retreat, you can defend, I just don't have a suitable Fengxing spell, why don't you choose it?" ”

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and when I saw that the technique had reached the end of the crossbow, I immediately made a decision, approached a cyclone, and felt the mana fluctuations coming from it.

After a few moments, the devotional fell silent.

The three words of the Spirit Trap Technique and the plum blossoms have become extremely condensed, and the spell capture has been successful!

Zhao Lin looked at the direction in which the stormy-eyed man disappeared and thought, "This bandit cultivator must still have a means to escape, and catching up with him now may not be able to restrain him." ”

"It's better to wait a little longer and block the person directly in the lair, anyway, the smell on his body won't dissipate in an hour or two."

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin took out four spirit stones from the lock bag, hesitated, and directly took out sixteen spirit stones.

Since you want to cultivate this spell, you can simply cultivate it to a small level, and maybe it will come in handy for the bandit cultivation in a while.

Zhao Lin released his divine sense and ultrasound, swept through the surrounding mountains and forests, made sure that there was no one nearby, grabbed the spirit stone, and absorbed the spiritual energy inside.

After a while, three of the four-petaled plum blossoms of the Trap Technique turned red, and an extra memory of this spell appeared in his mind and body.

"Trapping!"

Zhao Lin pinched the magic trick in his hand and began to practice.

At first, only a few cyclones could be released, and the effect was not satisfactory, but as I continued to practice, the technique became more and more proficient, and the spiritual power cooperation became more and more accurate.

In less than half an hour, Zhao Lin mastered the spell proficiently, and could release dozens of cyclones at a time, and simply control their distribution direction.

Spells are very useful, but the spiritual power consumed is much higher than ordinary spells.

If you cultivate to the proficient level, it is estimated that you will consume nearly one-third of your spiritual power just by casting this spell.

After cultivating the spell, Zhao Lin crossed his knees on the ground, took out a spiritual stone and pasted it on the sea of qi in his abdomen, and used his strength to restore his spiritual power.

After about three quarters of an hour, he got up and glanced at the body of the handsome monk on the ground, and walked over to lift the body and head.

Walked to the leeward side of the hillside, dug a pit with an iron ruler, and threw two things into it.

Qiuyang County has a reward order for bandits, and this corpse can be exchanged for good deeds and spirit stones, and it is easy to be eaten by wild beasts when placed in the wild.

Zhao Lin was about to bury the earth, and suddenly noticed that the magic weapon of the tyrannical man was still hanging on the iron ruler, so he opened the gauntlet and took off the Drill Heaven Halberd.

Unleash his divine sense, wanting to erase the divine consciousness imprint on the magic weapon.

But after two attempts, it was not easy.

The tyrannical man is a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi refining, his divine sense is far stronger than Zhao Lin, and the magic weapon has been cultivated for a long time, and the divine sense imprint is very strong.

If you want to eliminate the original owner's divine consciousness, it will take at least a day or two.

Unable to remove his divine sense for the time being, Zhao Lin threw the Drill Heaven Halberd into the pit, buried it with soil, and then covered it with a big stone.

First, to prevent the beast from digging out the corpse, and second, even if the Storm-Eyed Man finds it, it will take some hands and feet to find the magic weapon.

After such a toss, when the time came to Shen in the afternoon, Jin Wuxi fell and sprinkled a piece of golden light.

Zhao Lin decided not to go to Yin Feng Valley today, there is a way that good things come in pairs, and he will solve the tyrannical man first.

After looking around, he swept in the direction where the Storm-Eyed Man had disappeared.

……

The Storm-Eyed Man returned to his lair, less than a hundred miles from the Valley of the Yin Wind, a mountain of stone made of white rocks.

Baiyan Mountain is dozens of zhang high, there is no grass on the mountain, there are traces of wind and sand erosion everywhere, and there are many large and small caves distributed in it.

These caves are not natural, originally inhabited by a nest of monsters called the Storm Dolphin, which multiplied to hundreds of them, and a large number of caves were dug in the mountains to hide.

Many years later, the aardvark encountered a natural enemy, the green scale python, and most of them were killed and injured within a few days, so they had to flee in embarrassment.

Half a year ago, two bandit cultivators discovered this place and killed the green scale python, and they have been entrenched here, robbing the Qi Refining Realm cultivators who came and went to Yin Wind Valley.

Back in the cave, the Storm-Eyed Man sat on the ground, leaning against the rock wall, and settled down.

The caves extend in all directions, and there are many exits, so even if many people surround them, they are not afraid.

"Zhentema is out of luck!"

The storm-eyed man's heart was gloomy, his companion died, the magic weapon was lost, he was weak, and it was difficult to stand on his feet.

"Sooner or later, this account will have to be retrieved!"

The Storm-Eyed Man said hatefully, but he didn't even believe it himself.

Zhao Lin's current cultivation is only at the third level of qi refining, and he will run away from the wilderness, and in another year or two, Zhao Lin will cultivate to the fourth level of qi refining, and he may not have a chance at all.

The only consolation is that there are two people in the cave who have robbed the property in the past, and now it is all their own.

Unbeknownst to the stormy-eyed man, there was a pair of eyes looking from the bushes not far away.

(End of chapter)