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"Boy, don't shrink behind the Golden Gate, don't hurry up and send Liu out to die. The scar monk snorted loudly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

There was no echo in the middle of the sound, the scar monk was puzzled, frowned and walked a few steps towards the golden gate, at this moment, Lin Zhu suddenly flashed out from behind the golden gate, and with a flick of his hand, a black light went straight to the monk's feet.

"Wooden Prison Talisman, go!"

The words landed, but he saw four vines rising from the ground at the monk's feet, wrapping around his arms and legs respectively.

The monk frowned, pulled his arm a few times, and stared at Lin Qian coldly: "Do you think you can trap me with your trick?"

As he spoke, a ball of fire had begun to condense on the monk's left hand, and he gently threw out a few traces of sparks onto the vine, which already had a tendency to be burned, and the wood was afraid of fire!

Lin Jian's eyes flashed when he saw this, he took a deep breath, and the person disappeared out of thin air!

Seeing that Lin Zhu had disappeared out of thin air, the scarred monk's eyes suddenly contracted, because he could feel that Lin Ding's breath was constantly changing positions in this square inch of space at the moment, and the speed was so fast that he couldn't tell which direction the breath was coming from.

For a moment, he only felt a gust of wind blowing past him, his waist sank, and when he lowered his head, the storage bag was gone.

Lin Qian couldn't believe it now, at this moment, he was like a gust of wind in this cave, and in the blink of an eye, he turned around in a few circles, he never thought that he would have such an amazing effect after pasting a dozen wind chasing talismans, which was much faster than he had estimated before!

As for the storage bag in his hand, it was taken by the sheep when he passed by the scar monk's side, the monk's fighting method is all based on the talisman, and he has an unknown number of talismans stored in the storage bag, although it is protected by the monk's divine consciousness at this moment, and it cannot be used for himself for a while, but it can cut off the supply of his talisman.

Lin Qian stopped his steps at this moment, stood two feet away from the scar monk, gently shook the storage bag in his hand twice, and laughed softly: "You bald donkey, this time you have to talk about me." ”

"You...... How do you do it. ”

The scar monk saw this scene, and the smooth skull of the scar jumped straight, and even the scar in front of his face glowed with some red light because of excitement, and he regretted even more in his heart why he didn't block this kid in the passage before, but he still asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Ask God. Lin Ding grinned and pointed to the sky, and the figure swayed left and right for a while before disappearing again.

The scar monk panicked when he saw Lin Qian disappear again, looked left and right, and couldn't find half a figure at all, his heart sank, and he quickly burned the vines wrapped around his body with fireballs.

At this time, he suddenly felt a chill on his forehead, and Lin Jian's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bald donkey, don't be busy. ”

The scarred monk with a contemptuous tone jumped twice on the top of his head, and suddenly raised his head, and was about to press the fireball in his hand on Lin Qi's body.

Lin Qian didn't laugh but laughed, and looked at him with a flat look.

The monk was stunned for a moment, and was surprised how this kid could be so calm, when suddenly there was a blood mist in front of him, and four streams of blood spurted out from his forehead, exploding in front of him and Lin Jian.

"You ......" The scar monk saw blood spurting out of his head, his eyes were as big as copper bells, but his eyes were still blackened for a while, his face was pale, and he couldn't believe that he was going to die in the hands of this kid who practiced qi in the third layer.

The most important thing is that I don't know what means I died, but you didn't say anything for a long time, and you fell to the ground with a straight back.

Lin Qian didn't let out a long breath until he saw the monk lying on the ground and had no breath.

He just circled around this monk several times and didn't dare to make a move, he had never killed anyone in his two lives combined, and he was really a little soft when he let him make a death move.

But as soon as he thought that he would be killed if he didn't kill him, he made a bold move, to say that this encounter was really a turn in the ghost gate.

Just now, he condensed the four drops of water beads condensed by the condensation technique into four water needles, and slapped them directly on the monk's forehead.

The small water arrow was unadorned, and it looked like an enlarged embroidery needle, which gave Lin Qian the idea of condensing the needle.

Now it seems that this is the same as the previous superimposed use of the Wind Chaser Talisman, and the effect is considerable.

Now that the monk has died, the divine consciousness protection on the monk's storage bag is naturally self-defeating, Lin Ding couldn't wait to take it out, and directly probed into the divine sense to check, he wanted to see how many talismans this monk still had!

It doesn't matter if you look at it, there are so many talismans in the storage bag that Lin Jian gasped in fright.

There are not many other things in this storage bag, but there are more talismans in it than some talisman vendors in Fang City, Lin Ding almost didn't laugh out loud after counting them, this is a windfall!

Two dozen water arrow talismans, one dozen Golden Gate talismans, two dozen quicksand talismans, one dozen wind chasing talismans, three dozen wind blade talismans, and then counting the five dozen fireball talismans he used to fight Lin Talisman before, although they are all just low-level talismans, but for people who practice qi at the third level, this is definitely worth a lot!

In addition to these talismans, there are other things in this storage bag.

More than a dozen lower-grade spirit stones, three books, a token of the outer disciples of the Spirit Rune Sect, a broken hat, a blood-red brush, a box of soaked spirit cinnabar, and of course, hundreds of blank rune papers stolen from the workshop.

He also said that he was not a disciple of the Spirit Rune Sect. Lin Ding took out the token of the outer disciple and threw it aside with a cold snort, and then took out the broken hat, and the monk seemed to use the hat to cover his breath.

Lin Zhu carried this hat on his head, and did not feel any difference, and after a little contemplation, he tried to instill some spiritual energy into it.

Seeing the black light of this hat flashing, Lin Qian felt that he was isolated from the outside world by a fog, but his divine sense was still able to detect the outside world through this fog, and people from the outside world probably couldn't feel him through this fog, but if the difference in strength was huge, it was not easy to say.

"This should be a low-grade spiritual weapon that can hide the breath, and it is very easy to use if you want to dodge or escape. ”

Lin Jian's heart suddenly burst with joy, not only did he get a lot of talismans, but now he got a low-grade magic weapon, and the excitement in his heart was simply incomprehensible.

Then he took out the three books, the first one was the basic exercises in the early stage of Qi training, Lin Zhu already had it, and threw it aside.

The second is the basic practice in the middle stage of Qi training, which is used in the fourth, fifth or sixth layers of Qi training, and it is just the time to save Lin Signature to go to the sect to collect it by himself, after all, for Lin Sign, one more time in the sect means one more danger.

Unless he knew who the person he was going to kill him was, and what kind of cultivation that person was, he would not dare to wander around the sect openly until he had the ability to fight.

As for the third book, called "Spirit Silk Puppet Refining Method", Lin Qian looked through it a few times with curiosity, and it turned out to be a means of sealing the dead man's divine consciousness in his body, and then practicing people to become puppets under his control.