Wonderland

Chapter 142 Sneak Attack
The shrill screams echoed in the mountainside.

At the moment when she was enveloped by the flames from the cracking fire beads, the strangely dressed woman only had time to let out a half-scream before the sound stopped abruptly.

Where the strangely dressed woman stood, there was only a big black pit half a foot deep, and everything else turned into nothingness.

Seeing the fate of the strangely dressed woman, Xiao Lin's eyelids also jumped a few times. The power of this cracking fire ball is too terrifying. In comparison, his Dzogchen's big fireball technique is also not as good.

The pale-faced man's face was extremely ugly. He stared at the monk surnamed Wang whose fish-scale magic weapon was shattered and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. The coldness in his eyes was fully exposed.

"You actually have the cracking fire orb. It seems that Zhao really underestimated you."

"If you hadn't pushed Wang into a desperate situation, how could Wang sacrifice this cracking fire bead that can seriously injure even cultivators in the foundation establishment period." Gently wiping the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, the cultivator surnamed Wang paled There was a smile on his face.

"It is rumored that only the Patriarch of Jindan sealed a small amount of real fire in his body into the mixed spirit bead, and put it in the ground fire pool. After several years of warming, it can be formed. If you are attacked by the cracking fire beads, even if you don't die, you will probably be seriously injured."

"The cracking fire bead was rumored to have appeared in Xueling Fairy City, and was finally purchased by a disciple of a cultivator family who spent tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones. Could it be you?" Looking at the monk surnamed Wang with a gloomy face, he said.

"Tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones? Tsk tsk, in the next casual cultivator, how could he have such a rich fortune? That person is just unlucky, and he was blocked outside the fairy city by Wang." The monk surnamed Wang did not hide it, but He bluntly told his deeds about killing people and seizing treasures.

"Sure enough." The pale-faced man nodded.

"However, you killed Zhao's Taoist companion, and this account cannot be easily settled. Originally, I wanted to send Taoist friend back into reincarnation, but now I can't, let Zhao take out your soul and refine it into [ Burning Soul Lamp], light a Jiazi, and let Your Excellency be completely wiped out."

These words were spoken unhurriedly by the pale-faced man, but when he heard the ears of the monk surnamed Wang, he couldn't help shivering.

"Haha, if you want to refine your soul against Wang, don't dream, Wang will not let you succeed." The monk surnamed Wang's complexion changed drastically, and there was a look of determination in his eyes. Suddenly, a bright red appeared.

Seeing the change in the expression of the monk surnamed Wang, the man with a pale face sneered, pointed with one hand, and suddenly shot out a khaki mana, which penetrated the monk surnamed Wang's body.

Cultivator surnamed Wang was like a deflated ball, and the blushing on his face faded quietly, but his face was full of panic.

"You, if you have the ability, give Wang a happy time. Don't you be afraid of being punished by God for doing such indecent activities?" The monk surnamed Wang saw that his plot to expose the sea of ​​​​qi in his dantian was seen through, and his face suddenly showed misery. Extracting the soul and refining the soul is definitely the cruelest punishment for a cultivator.

Thinking of the tragic situation where his soul was being scorched by the flames day by day, and he couldn't survive or die, the monk surnamed Wang couldn't help feeling ashamed.

"Being condemned by heaven? You are still a high-level practitioner of qi refining. Do you think Mr. Zhao will believe such absurd claims to fool ordinary people? You should obediently let Mr. Zhao take your soul out." A monk surnamed Zhao With a gloomy face, he walked towards the monk surnamed Wang.

Just as the monk surnamed Wang was full of despair, nine lavender fist-sized fireballs shot towards the monk surnamed Zhao from all directions like random arrows.

The expression of the monk surnamed Zhao changed drastically, and he almost instinctively threw the small hammer in his hand at the fireball. At the same time, he slapped the pouch on his waist, and a leaf exuding a scorching blue light floated out of it. , to the top of the monk surnamed Zhao.

From the leaves, a round khaki mask spread out, which could almost wrap the body of the monk surnamed Zhao, and several fireballs had already arrived in front of him.

Although the little hammer magic weapon blocked one of the fireballs, Xiao Lin cast nine fireballs, and the remaining eight fireballs hit the cyan mask almost in no particular order.

"Boom boom boom" The moment the fireballs touched the blue mask, they exploded one after another, and the scorching flames wrapped the monk surnamed Zhao in it in an instant.

After a few breaths, the embarrassed figure of the monk surnamed Zhao appeared, the robes around him were torn to pieces, the magic weapon of the leaf was already broken, and the entire leaf surface was also covered with dense cracks.

But the moment he just took the small hammer into his hand, a blade-shaped phantom about seven feet long slashed towards him in the air, and at the same time, nine huge lavender fireballs also expanded rapidly in his pupils again.

"No..." the pale face of the cultivator surnamed Zhao turned gray in an instant, and deep fear appeared in his eyes. He never dreamed that an inconspicuous and seriously injured Qi-refining seventh-level Xiaoxiu would practice Mastered Dzogchen-level elementary spells.

Moreover, Xiao Lin, who has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger by the side all the time, pretending that he was severely injured, stood up energetically. He knew very well that for this kind of cultivator who had completed the Qi refining period, he either didn't make a move, or he had to do it when he did. Do one hit kill.

Although the monk surnamed Zhao was full of fear, his eyes were not flustered. A pitch-black scale magic weapon jumped out of the pouch on his waist. A khaki shield also slowly condensed in front of the monk.

"The Dzogchen basic spells return to the soil shield?" Xiao Lin's face was condensed, and he could tell at a glance that the khaki shield was a Dzogchen basic spell, but he didn't show any surprise, all of this seemed to be in his expectation within.

After all, in his opinion, he would be really surprised if a Dzogchen cultivator in the Qi refining period didn't have a few cards in his hole.

"Clang." The seven blade-shaped phantoms condensed by the seven blades slashed on the scaled magic weapon one after another. When the fifth phantom fell, the scaled magic weapon was torn apart and shattered. Although it is a high-level magic weapon, it still cannot resist the full blow of Xiao Lin's best magic weapon, the Seven Blades Slash.

The monk surnamed Zhao also seemed to have expected such an ending. The earth-yellow shield in front of him took the initiative to meet him. When it was up, the aura suddenly radiated and disappeared without a trace.

There was a sneer on the corner of the monk surnamed Zhao. Although this person attacked him violently, as long as he resisted this wave of sneak attacks, he would have time to fight back. At that time, he and the monk surnamed Wang would definitely be made into "Zhao" together. "Soul Lamp", let him also enjoy the taste of soul refining.

But as soon as he had this thought, an inexplicable warning rose in his heart. Before he could do anything, a black light suddenly pierced through his chest, and after a slanting stab, he returned to Xiao Lin Beside him, it revolved around him non-stop.

"You?" The expression of the cultivator surnamed Zhao froze immediately. He lowered his head and glanced at his chest in disbelief. A hole the size of an inch had been pierced in the chest area, and the flesh and blood around it had been burned into charred black. At the same time, a sense of weakness came from within his body.

"You actually hid a magic weapon?" Cultivator Zhao's face was miserable. The small hammer magic weapon floating in mid-air passed through the void and hit him hard on the head. His head burst immediately and blood spurted everywhere. , a cloud of khaki-colored fist-sized spiritual light shot out from the crack in his head, and it was several feet away in the blink of an eye.

"Want to run?" This monk surnamed Zhao is also a ruthless character. After knowing that he was seriously injured, he took the initiative to smash his forehead with a small hammer and escape from the soul.

Seeing this, Xiao Lin naturally wouldn't kindly let his primordial spirit go. A lavender fireball in his hand was already ready to go. When the primordial spirit of the monk surnamed Zhao shot out of his body, the fireball had a lavender tail on it. Flame, shot towards his primordial spirit.

A shrill scream came from a distance, Xiao Lin took a deep breath, and then came to the monk surnamed Wang calmly.

"Fellow daoist, we have no incomprehensible hatred. Now that the surname Zhao is dead, fellow daoist would know that if Wang's cracking fire ball hadn't killed that lowly servant girl, even if fellow daoist attacked him from the side, at most It can also seriously injure one person, and it is absolutely impossible to kill two people."

"I hope fellow Taoists will see that for the sake of us defending against a powerful enemy, we can spare my life. What happened today, Mr. Wang will definitely rot in his stomach, and will never spread it to the outside world." The monk surnamed Wang saw that the monk surnamed Zhao died in the hospital. In Xiao Lin's hands, there was a feeling of excitement for the rest of his life, but when he saw Xiao Lin walking towards him with a gloomy face, he felt a "thump" in his heart.

He knew that Xiao Lin's killing of the monk surnamed Zhao was not to save him from the siege. The moment he saw Xiao Lin attacking the monk surnamed Zhao, he knew that the person in front of him was deliberately pretending to be seriously injured by him, so as to kill Zhao Lin. The monk surnamed turned his attention to himself.

After thinking about this, the monk surnamed Wang naturally greeted Xiao Lin's ancestors in his heart, and at the same time regretted it endlessly, but the matter has come to this point, and now he has no power to resist at all, it is better to lower his posture, maybe he can still survive.

Xiao Lin quietly listened to what the monk surnamed Wang had said, and then smiled slightly: "Your Daoist Wang is right."

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Wang showed great joy on his face, but just when he was about to continue to strike while the iron was hot, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and his expression froze immediately, as he watched the fire passing through his chest. The shuttle-shaped instrument returned to Xiao Lin's hands.

"You?" The monk surnamed Wang had an expression of disbelief on his face. He thought he had a chance of survival, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

"Xiao doesn't intend to imitate that monk surnamed Zhao to do the Burning Soul Lamp. He should just send Fellow Daoist Wang to be reincarnated, so let's do it again in the next life." After speaking, he shook his hand and threw a fireball, turning the terrified face The monk surnamed Wang was reduced to ashes, except for the pouch around his waist, he was also refined together with his soul.

(End of this chapter)