Chapter 52: Again

And his opponent is a middle-aged Taoist in a blue robe. It looks like the fairy bones are pretty, but the body is surrounded by three smoky skulls, holding a six-foot black streamer. There are a lot of black ghosts painted on the streamer, it seems that it is not a serious way...
"Wang Lin, you have chased me for more than three thousand miles. Are you ever finished?" The middle-aged Taoist held a sword in his hand and a streamer in his hands, and his pretty face rose flushed.
It's just a bad year...
I just killed a few mortals and used their souls to sacrifice the magic weapon, but I didn’t know what happened, so I was stared at by this disciple named Wang Lin, who asked Jianzong. One of the ten major schools in the realm, can’t afford to hide from me?
As a result, he fled more than three thousand miles by himself, and Wang Lin chased more than three thousand miles. It was almost like a neuropathy, and along the way, various conditions emerged endlessly. Unlucky things...
Not to mention, along the way, the traps alone stepped on seventeen or eight. Although they could not hurt themselves, they were disgusting...
The monks in the late Yangyuan period, one after another, were caught by the trapped beast clips. If this was said, wouldn't they laugh the NPC?
I don’t know what evil it is. On this way, it was unlucky to the extreme. In addition to the seventeen or eight beast traps, there were three times one foot stepped off the cliff, four times the imperial flight caused the demon, six He was involved in the battle of the monks and was almost killed by mistake. The most disgusting one actually encountered a sword light cut from Lishan Jianzong. I didn’t know which truth was shot by a real person. Go in...
Now just thinking about it, I feel cold sweat.
In addition, behind this Wang Lin is like a neuropathy, chasing down all the way, chasing more than three thousand miles without letting go, the middle-aged Taoist suffocated in his chest, he was almost hurting himself...
Now, being chased into this dense jungle again, the middle-aged Taoist prince is finally completely angry, shit, I just care about you asking Jianzong, do you think you are really afraid of your Wang Lin?
Well, you don’t plan to let me go anyway, then I will fight with you here!
Thinking of this, the middle-aged priest held a roll of black streamers, and suddenly rolled up a roaring wind. Numerous evil spirits uttered a wailing howl in the roaring wind. All of a sudden, the whole woods were covered with ghostly winds and ghosts. , As if the door to was opened...
"Do you think I want to chase you?"
Wang Lin scolded the sword and pulled it out. The sword was three feet long and the body was dark. At first glance, there seemed to be a black air lingering above the sword body, but when you look closely, the black air does not seem to exist. At this time, Wang Lin was holding a sword in his hand, and middle-aged, he pointedly said: "Hurry up and commit suicide, don't hurt me anymore!"
"..." When the middle-aged Taoist priest heard it, he almost vomited blood, and the black streamer swayed in his hand, his face looked a little grim: "Wang Lin, you are so deceiving!"
Between the words, the countless evil spirits in the windy wind were even more screaming. The three skeletons that had been rotating around the body also flew out with it. The bright phosphoric fire in the eye sockets seemed to be burning... …
"Wang Lin, you die for me!"
A phosphorous fire ignited on the tip of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and the three skulls flew out with a fishy wind, and behind them were countless evil spirits...
The Three Depraved Gods Treasure, one of the three evil sects in the Northern Realm, the Xuanming Sect’s Zhenzong tactics, is said to be repaired to the highest level, and the three skulls will change from Yin to Yang, and will become virtual. When people fight, it is not only equal to three shots at the same time, but also to open the door of and call the infinite evil...
This three-year-old Taoist priest's trilogy of killing gods has apparently already had a certain amount of fire. At this time, the three skulls that have flew out have been sacred to nineteen prohibitions, and when they are released at this time, they are no more than ordinary. The inferior monk Yang Yuan, coupled with the infinite evil behind him, was quite powerful for a while...
however……
No one thought that as soon as the three skulls flew out, one suddenly shook in the air. Before the middle-aged Taoist priest came back, the skull suddenly turned his head and rushed towards it. The young Taoist who held the black streamer's left hand, bite it fiercely...
"I rely on!" The middle-aged Taoist screamed suddenly. Under the wrath of the Three Devil's Treasure Records, he couldn't even control the other two skulls, almost like the previous one. Taoist.
Fortunately, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't look right, he quickly shook the black streamer, and took back the three skulls, but even in this case, it took a while to suppress the three skulls that were bitten back...
Damn, here, here, again!
The middle-aged Taoist priest wanted to cry without tears. Since encountering this Wang Lin, he has been unlucky everywhere, even those tragic encounters along the way, even now, he has been repulsed by his own three evil killing treasures. What other faces do you call yourself ghost repair?
"I told you not to struggle..." It's also strange to say, the middle-aged Taoist priest was bitten here, and the opposite Wang Lin also seemed to have eaten a secret loss, and there was a trace of blood overflowing at the corner of his mouth. The sword stood there, and the voice of his voice seemed weak...
"Damn, don't go too far!"
The middle-aged Taoist prince finally suppressed the backlash of the three skulls. Upon hearing Wang Lin’s words, he suddenly thundered and wanted to shake the black streamer to give the other party a strong look. The way, I was really scared. I looked up at the sword in my hand, and after confirming that there were no traps, it was finally a sword...
This time I don't use Sansha to kill God's Treasure, I will use my Xuan Mingzong's sword to deal with you, and I will never encounter any backlash!
"what!"
As a result, this sword hadn't had time to shoot yet. The middle-aged Taoist screamed again. He looked down staggeringly. He had just stepped out with one right foot and was pierced by an iron nail. ...
"Wang Lin, I'm not at odds with you!" The middle-aged Taoist took out the nails with pain, dragged his blood, and slashed towards Wang Lin with a sword...
"I rely on it, you have to kill me so you are willing to..." Wang Lin opened his mouth and spit out blood again. After raising his hand and wiping it away, he raised his sword and greeted him. , Suddenly burst into sparks...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought 100 times. The middle-aged Taoist was more and more frightened. His doom seems to have continued. There have been several times. Seeing that he can break the sword light of the other, but not Inexplicably, a little bit of it, that is, suddenly stepping on something and suddenly mixing garlic...