75 Black Armor

All of a sudden, the black-robed alien felt the biggest crisis in his life. The body began to tremble, the mind became anxious and sluggish, and sweat flowed from the body, wetting the robe.

Zhao Wu and Li Shan looked at the black-robed alien race in the formation, and their hearts were a little chilly. Although I had personally experienced Lin Xiuwen's formation cultivation before, I didn't have a very intuitive concept, I only knew that it was very powerful, but it was clear at the moment.

The enemy asked!

Looking at the unlucky child in the formation, Li Shan had some schadenfreude in his heart, and his eyes were full of excitement. At the same time, I was also a little glad in my heart, it seems that the master of the evil star still kept his hand on himself before.

When the thoughts in the hearts of the two changed, Lin Xiuwen's indifferent voice came.

"Zhao Wu, you go and give him a ride!"

Although he knew that the other party would die, Lin Xiuwen still had to see the other party die in front of him. But he didn't want to waste time waiting, and his attack power was not enough, so he commanded the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord at the moment.

His tone was extremely calm, as if he was going to kill an ant all the time, and it didn't matter.

"Yes, Lord!"

Zhao Wu replied. In his heart, he was overjoyed, it seemed that this master still relied on himself more, thinking of this, he glanced at Li Shan proudly.

When Li Shan saw his eyes, his heart was furious, he snorted coldly and turned his head.

Zhao Wu turned around, slapped the storage bag, and the demon refining banner flew into the formation, and the Dao Fierce Spirit appeared from it and rushed towards the black-robed alien race.

"Ah~"

There were terrible screams in the formation! Soon there was no more sound.

"Lord, he's dead!"

Zhao Wu's face was happy, the experience of killing the Dao Dao Realm cultivator would be of great benefit to him in the future.

Lin Xiuwen nodded and waved his hand to stop the formation.

The blood-colored wind and sand rose, and the three masters and servants continued to march along the battlefield.

Where the black-robed alien body fell, a ghostly light quietly rose.

"Damn, I wrote down this hatred. ”

As the words fell, this ghostly light rose directly into the air and quickly disappeared into the sky.

"What people!"

"Stop!"

A few loud shouts rang out suddenly.

A group of more than a dozen black-armored monks rushed out from a distance and surrounded the three of them. The cold light of the black armor on the bodies of these monks flickered, exuding a strong evil aura, and Dao blood flowed on them, as if they had just come from the sea of corpse blood......

Apparently they just went through the battle!

Li Shan and Zhao Wu's faces changed in shock.

These dozen or so people actually surrounded him without realizing it, Lin Xiuwen was surprised in his heart, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to make a move at any time.

Several black-armored monks looked them up and down, and the slightly special monk suddenly turned his head and shouted to the rear.

"General! It's a Terran monk!"

Hearing this, Lin Xiuwen paused and did not move.

"Don't be careless, you will know if it is a human after checking your identity!" a rough voice came, coming from afar. Immediately after that, a black shadow rushed out directly, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Lin Xiuwen.

Lin Xiuwen looked at him, the person who came didn't look very old, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked very heroic, and his black armor was obviously much better than that of other monks, and he carved some exquisite textures. However, Lin Xiuwen would not really think that the other party was so young, the other party's cultivation was incomprehensible to him, the monk had a long life, and the other party had mostly achieved reverse growth.

"Jindan period?"

The black-armored general pressed the sword on his waist, looked at the three of them with a frown, and saw that Lin Xiuwen only had Jindan Xiuwen, and said in doubt.

Lin Xiuwen's expression was calm, and his eyes looked at the black-armored general lightly, and there was no wave in the ancient well. Nodding in response to him. Lin Xiuwen was a little surprised, and faintly felt that the other party's sword had a sense of danger, as if there was an ancient fierce beast lurking!

"You're dumb! Our general is asking you!" Seeing that Lin Xiuwen was silent, the black-armored monk who seemed to be a small leader next to him felt that the other party had neglected his own general, and scolded coldly.

The black-armored general waved his hand to stop the leader, and looked at the Jindan cultivator in front of him with a little interest, and the low-level monk had no fear of him. Moreover, the trembling Avatar Monk next to him seemed to be headed by him, which made him realize that the Jindan Monk in front of him was unusual.

A look of surprise flashed in Lin Xiuwen's eyes, and the other party used not a storage bag, but a storage ring.

I saw that the black armor general turned his hand, and a simple-shaped mirror appeared on his hand, about to shine on the three of them.

Lin Xiuwen's eyes flashed with coldness, and he was about to make a move.

Zhao Wu next to him saw that his master's eyes turned cold, and he knew that he had misunderstood. He took a step without a trace, and said in a low voice: "Master, this is an auxiliary bloodline realm used to identify the bloodline of the human race, not an attack magic weapon. "He'd been to the Desolate Middle Realm before, and he had just seen this kind of auxiliary magic weapon.

Hearing this, the spiritual power running on Lin Xiuwen's body slowed down slightly, and he looked at the other party quietly.

Although Zhao Wu's voice was small, all the monks present could hear it clearly. The black-armored monks looked at it together, although the bloodline mirror was not a high-level magic weapon, but because it was not easy to refine, it was also rare in this battlefield, and only the generals and above could carry this kind of auxiliary magic weapon. The other party can recognize it, it must not be an ordinary monk.

The black armor general didn't care about Li Shan's words, his expression was solemn, and when he took out the blood mirror, he clearly felt a strong sense of crisis from the little monk Jindan in front of him, which made his heart tremble. He was shocked in his heart that a little Jindan monk could actually threaten him, he was a high-ranking immortal. Maybe the other party has a forbidden weapon on his body!, and as soon as the god cultivator beside the other party opened his mouth to explain, this sense of crisis quietly dissipated. He guessed in his heart that he was afraid that the other party was really a human race, and he was afraid that he mistakenly thought that this bloodline realm was an attack magic weapon, and wanted to strike first.

Thinking of this, the black-armored man didn't want to make trouble in vain, so he nodded and laughed: "Little brother, don't panic, this servant next to you is right, this thing is named the Bloodline Mirror, which is used to identify the bloodline of the human race and screen the auxiliary magic weapon of the alien spies, and has no other effect." While speaking, he did not use a mirror to look at the three of them, but looked at each other to show respect.

The group of black armor were surprised, their own general knew it in his own heart, it was a notoriously unscrupulous and lawless, and at this time, he attached so much importance to such a low-level monk as the other party, and the dark center was shocked.

Li Shan and Zhao Wu held their breath and looked at their master at the moment, for fear that he would make a move without saying a word.

Lin Xiuwen groaned slightly and nodded.

Meng Shan breathed a sigh of relief, swept the three of them with the blood mirror, and there was no change, and put it away casually. Seeing the look of doubt on Lin Xiuwen's face, he laughed out loud and explained: "How offended, little brother, it's really too rampant for aliens, and we have no choice but to do it." Under the illumination of this blood mirror, if it is not a human race, a blood light will appear, and if it is a human race, it will be like just now, without change. ”

Lin Xiuwen nodded, and suddenly understood. He asked, "May I ask where this is? We were exploring the secret realm in the wilderness, passing through a spatial rift, and appeared here. Lin Xiuwen's eyes remained unchanged, and he explained in a light tone.

"Land Wasteland?"

The black-armored man groaned, he had never heard of the term land waste, maybe the border waste in the other party's mouth was which border land in the Dihuang Continent, the news in the horns was closed, and even the words were earthy. He glanced at Li Shan and Zhao Wu, and saw that neither of them had any different colors, and knew that what the other party said should be true.

He nodded and said, "It's good luck to be able to come out alive after entering the spatial rift." But you are also very unhappy, and you have come to the realm battlefield. ”

Others seem to understand, too. Since the Emperor smelted Kyushu, the space of the Kyushu boundary has not been stable, and there will be spatial cracks from time to time. However, this spatial crack is extremely dangerous, as long as you enter it, life and death are resigned to fate, and nine deaths and one life. These people are indeed extremely lucky to be able to come out.

But what can you do if you are alive? In this realm battlefield that is like a meat grinder, it is still a life of nine deaths. The war has been going on for thousands of years, and no one knows how many people have died, and no one knows how many more people will die! Thinking of this, a group of black-armored warriors felt a chord in their hearts.

"This place is not good for long. Little brother, it's better to go with me to the rear of this western battlefield, you and I are both human races, and we can take care of them along the way. And if you want to know, it's convenient for us to ask. "The black-armored warriors obviously don't stay here much, this place is very close to the war zone, and there is a lot of danger. And he was on a mission and was in a hurry.

The black-armored warrior knew that the Jindan monk in front of him was the leader of the three, and he didn't look at Li Shan and Zhao Wu. Li Shan and Zhao Wu waited a little nervously for Lin Xiuwen to speak, for fear that he would pop out of his words. The fool also knows that the rear of the battlefield is safer than the battlefield, and at this moment, the three of their masters and servants are on this dangerous battlefield, their eyes are black, like lonely ghosts, floating on the screen without roots, and it is difficult to survive.

In the end, Lin Xiuwen decided to go with them. In this dangerous place, the Terrans should be able to trust each other. And he has too many questions in his mind that need to be answered by the Terrans here.

Blood is everywhere, and the air is dead.

The three of them walked on the battlefield with a group of black-armored monks.

Lin Xiuwen learned from several people that this starry sky was a realm battlefield, a place where the human race and the starry sky alien race were fighting, and it was not within the Kyushu boundary. Lin Xiuwen was shocked that he had shuttled so far.

Fortunately, the Terrans have a teleportation array to connect to Kyushu, and when the time comes, they can return to Kyushu from the teleportation array, and several people are a lot more relieved.

Along the way, a group of black-armored monks were quite interested in Lin Xiuwen.

Especially Mengshan, he gave birth to a sense of love. He was very curious about Lin Xiuwen, so he kept an eye on him all the way.

Through his observation, the two people behind him seemed to be very afraid of this person, as if Lin Xiuwen could devour them alive. And Lin Xiuwen didn't talk much, even very little, every time the black-armored monk asked first, he spoke, and his conversation was amazing. It seems that he has extremely deep insights into cultivation, and every time he speaks, it is thought-provoking, and even he who is already a cultivator of Wangxian has gained a lot. This made him like this person more and more!

At this moment, he was just about to speak, and a voice sounded.

"Speaking of which, Brother Lin and I are still fellow countrymen, and I am also a monk from Dihuang Continent. I am a monk from Tianfang County. I don't know where the little brother is in the border wilderness?" The black-armored soldier dressed as the little leader had a kind face at the moment, and said with a smile to Lin Xiuwen.

Lin Xiuwen already knew the identity of the other party at this time. This big man is Zhang Mingmeng, the captain of the personal guard under the Mengshan tent, and these dozen or so black-armored soldiers are the brothers of the personal guard team led by him.

Perhaps because they are accustomed to seeing life and death, these black-armored soldiers are open-minded, and they are very active on the road, which makes people feel very real, which is completely opposite to the cultivation world that Lin Xiuwen has contacted, and there is a lot less deceit.

"I'm from Zhao County next to Tianfang Kingdom. ”