Vol 3 Chapter 1676: What is the use of my stay?

"Ok!"
Lin Hai raised his hand and stopped the Ahua, who was ready to rush to the face.
"Let's say, dare to have a hint of concealment, hey, the consequences you know!"
Lin Hai mouth tilted up, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally slammed into Ahua, Ahua suddenly pouted, toward the head of the main body, squeezed his eyebrows, buttocks twisted!
Seeing the Lord, suddenly a spirit, the fear from the depths of the soul, let him rush to lower his head, even dare not look at Ahua.
"I said, I said, I will never dare to hide it!"
The head of the Lord, as the fear trembled fiercely, said with fear.
"If you want to go out of the altar, there is only one way, in the blood pool, go east, go to the farthest east end, about a thousand miles away, there is a one-way transmission array, you can leave through the transmission array ""
"Oh? Transmission array?" Lin Haiyi, who came to the fairyland for so long, he already knew that the transmission array was scarce.
Except for some very large sects, perhaps capable of building, the rest of the transmission arrays are almost all passed down from ancient times.
Unexpectedly, there is a transmission matrix in this altar.
"You know, where is the end of this transmission array?"
"The end point, the pass is random..."
"Random?!" Lin Hai's eyebrows suddenly pick one, Nima, is this OK?
Lin Hai is proficient in the hundreds of pictures of Taishang Laojun, knowing that the transmission array does have a random transmission method.
However, the general random transmission matrix is ​​built in large sects as a means of escape in a critical moment.
As long as the enemy is transported through the transmission array, even if the enemy is chasing through the transmission array, the probability of being transmitted to the same location is very high because the transmission position is random.
In this way, the success rate of escape can be greatly increased.
Unexpectedly, in this altar, there will be such a rarely used transmission array.
Moreover, I just heard from the Lord that this is a one-way transmission array, and Lin Hai is more certain about this.
A single transmission array can only be transmitted to the outside world, but cannot be transmitted back from the outside world.
In this way, if the enemy chasing is found to be transferred to a different place and then wants to send it back immediately and re-deliver another location, it will not be able to do so.
"I ask you, what is going on in this altar? Also, what kind of martial art is the Shura Temple!"
Lin Hai browed and asked the Lord, he felt more and more that Shura Temple was not as simple as it looked.
Not to mention that when they took the test, the space that was also called the Shura Temple was just a single random transmission array in the altar. It is enough to show that the Shura Temple is absolutely extraordinary!
"I don't know. Before I was physically destroyed, it was the 18th lord of the Shura Temple. From then on, the altar was a forbidden place. The lords of the dynasties only passed a ban on the mouth, and they were good at the ban on the altar. Kill innocent!"
"Besides, there is no more information about the forbidden land in the altar."
"Oh?" Lin Hai looked at the Lord with a strange look. He couldn't think of this goods. It used to be the owner of the Shura Temple.
Even so, I don’t even know the secrets of the altar. It seems that this altar has been around for a long time.
"Then, what is the reincarnation in the temple of Shura, can you be clear?"
The main body shook his head again and again. "The reincarnation is said to have been self-cultivating Luo Dianjian Zongli, and it has always existed. Mysterious anomalies. The lords of all dynasties have explored its secrets, and all have failed."
Lin Haiwen listened, his eyes suddenly chilled, and his tone suddenly became cold.
"So, you don't know anything?"
When the voice fell, Lin Hai’s body suddenly burst into a cold breath, and the murder in his eyes flashed away.
The Lord suddenly had a spirit, felt the murder of Lin Hai, and looked up at Lin Hai.
Subsequently, the eyes could not help but reveal the deep shock and horror.
"You, your body, how can I have the breath of my god?!"
Just finished, the face suddenly violently changed, watching Lin Hai burst into horror.
"In the late Yuan Ying, your cultivation has improved two realms. You, you refining the that I broke down!!!"
The Lord shouted, and the eyes flashed deep despair, watching the forest full of hatred.
He has calmed down now, thinking that he will succumb to Lin Hai first, and then find a way to get rid of the refining pot and re-agglomerate his own metaphysical god.
At that time, even if there are a hundred forests, they will not be able to rival him.
He can revenge and hate, killing Lin Hai, especially the dead dog, so that he can taste the insult-like torture, and live forever in the pain.
But now, he suddenly found out that Lin Hai actually refining his god, and suddenly all his hopes have become a bubble.
For the Lord, this is a fatal blow. It is like a sky falling down, so that he will never have the capital to turn over, and the despair in his heart cannot be said.
"Refining your gods?" Lin Haiyi, then suddenly stunned.
"It turned out to be the case!"
Lin Hai suddenly nodded like a big man. If he didn't say it on the Lord, he really didn't know.
Lin Hai’s heart is still strange. Why does the purple thunder dragon arm absorb blood?
After a long while, the absorption is not the blood at all, but the Lord of the Lord dissolved in it.
This is easy to understand, lightning has always been the nemesis of all demons and ghosts, and the gods are also a kind of ghosts. The Lord decomposes them into energy.
And the purple thunder dragon arm will absorb this energy, greedy, is also reasonable.
"No wonder, he suddenly rose two levels at a time, it turned out to be a metaphysical who swallowed a Mahayana period!"
Lin Hai has inexplicably upgraded himself to the late Yuan Ying, and finally found the reason.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Lin Hai suddenly raised his head and turned toward the Lord, saying coldly.
The main amazement, the look of horror in his eyes, trembled.
"You, what do you mean by this?"
"I mean, if you have nothing to say, you can die now!"
"Don't!!!" The main shocked, and hurriedly yelled at Lin Hai, full of fear.
"I know what I know, forgive me, forgive me!"
The head of the Lord, like the chicken and the glutinous rice in the forest, is constantly beheading, and his face is full of fear.
"Hey, you don't want to die anymore?" Lin Hai was so different, wasn't he still going to blew himself? How has it become so unrelenting now?
"It's better to die than to live, please let me go, don't kill me, beg you!" The Lord showed fear and pleaded for Lin Hai.
Before, the Lord was insulted by Ahua, and in the mood of anger and despair, he did have a dead ambition, and he did not want to live anymore. Even if he blew himself, he would pull Ahua to the end.
But now, as the emotions slowly release, the Lord has calmed down, and there is no determination to die, but where to dare to face death?
As long as he can live, what dignity is not dignified, he has long since refused.
Moreover, in the depths of his heart, there is still a glimmer of fantasy, as long as it does not die, there may not be a day of turning over!
"Oh, this makes me embarrassed." Lin Hai sighed and suddenly revealed a deep dilemma. "You don't let me kill you, but what is the use of my stay?" Lin Hai spread his hand, and a helpless smile.