Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 349
"Master, Xiaobai can't open his mouth, his jaw is numb from the beating."

Bai Lihong was crying, how wronged she was.

"Then be patient."

The power in the mouth suddenly became violent, and the rosy and tightly closed dragon's mouth was forced open. Mo Lin's whole body was bathed in golden brilliance, and he stepped out.

The moment the dragon's mouth opened, Jin Chanzi and Jin Chanzi sensed it, and they stopped attacking consciously. When they saw Mo Lin standing up from the dragon's mouth, their expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other. Time, actually forgot to shoot.

"You two, what a great handwriting."

Walking out of the dragon's mouth, Mo Lin slowly lifted into the sky, staring at Jin Chanzi and Jin Chanzi with icy cold eyes without any emotion, the golden light on his body did not scatter, like the descending Nine Heavens God, making people dare not look at them directly.

"Heavenly Way, Formation Pill!"

Seeing the sacred golden light emanating from Mo Lin's body, Yinchanzi's pupils shrank sharply, but a bloodthirsty and cruel light gradually burst into his eyes.

There was also a solemn look in Jin Chanzi's eyes.

He raced against time and wanted to get the golden core in Mo Lin's body at any cost, but he failed in the end and was merged by the other party.

"Bahuang Zen Sect, I, Mo Lin, will destroy all of your sects!"

Mo Lin's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Frost Prison, and it was so cold that people shuddered.

When merging the golden core, he seemed to be in a coma, but in fact it was only because his body was imprisoned by power when he formed the core, and he did not really lose consciousness. Everything that happened in the hall, including the battle outside the hall, did not escape his perception .

For a long time just now, Mo Lin's spirit seemed to be floating out of his body, overlooking the earth below.

From the appearance of Jin Chanzi, to the shopping of the treasure hunting team, to the elders of the Miao family fighting to smash their bodies to pieces and stopping Yin Chanzi with the hand of death, and finally being swallowed into his mouth rosy and rosy, every detail None escaped his eyes.

This kind of strange ability like three thousand worlds under my control is the new ability obtained after the third awakening of the Yin-Yang martial soul - Yin-Yang perspective.

It allows Mo Lin's eyesight to be integrated into his spiritual perception, and he can have a panoramic view of any disturbance within a kilometer radius.

Watching the treasure hunting team and the Sword God Legion that he worked so hard to build were destroyed by Jin Chanzi, and dozens of teachers and students from the academy who had fought together were left dead on the spot but could do nothing. Filled with despair born from time to time.

Regardless of whether these people were selfish or not.

But their final battles were all for themselves.

It was they who bought themselves the time to integrate the golden core.

Mo Lin wanted to repay this kindness, but the murderous executioner also wanted to pay with blood!
"What a big breath."

Yin Chanzi quickly calmed down from the shock, "Don't think that the formation of the alchemy of the heavenly dao can make you arrogant, a mere first-level martial king, what do you think the chances of winning against us two brothers are?"

A gleam flashed in Jin Chanzi's eyes, yes, although this young man who called himself Mo Lin successfully formed an alchemy, he was only a first-level Martial King after all, no matter how talented he was, how could he be a match for Yin Chanzi? ?
In the realm of the Martial King, the difference in strength at each level is an insurmountable gap. Aside from the cultivation base and the number of soul yuan, the martial arts skills practiced alone are vastly different. Looking at the entire lower reaches of the Jinsha River, I'm afraid I won't be able to produce a few local-level martial arts, even if it's the alchemy of the heavenly way, what's there to be afraid of?
"Mo Lin, did you kill my junior brother Xue Chanzi? Did the Sifang Blood Prison of my sect fall into your hands?"

Since the best time to seize the golden elixir was lost, Jin Chanzi was no longer in a hurry to make a move, and asked in a deep voice.

"Monk, damn it!"

Mo Lin squeezed out a sound from between his teeth, the soul in his body surged crazily along the twelve meridians, the golden light on his body turned into raging flames and wrapped his body tightly, looking at the two golden cicadas on the ground, their bodies melted into one The meteor slammed into the past.

"court death!"

Jin Chanzi didn't expect Mo Lin to do it as soon as he said it, and raised his vajra stick to meet him.

With a crashing sound that resounded through the sky, Jin Chanzi's body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall behind him.

In the collision just now, he, who is known for his strength, didn't take advantage of it!

Mo Lin was also knocked and flew upside down, but after flying a dozen feet, he managed to control his body abruptly and threw himself at Yin Chanzi.

Yin Chanzi swayed, and even Jin Chanzi couldn't get cheap in the head-to-head duel. Naturally, he would not be so stupid as to confront Mo Lin head-on, and quickly cast his body skills, leaving afterimages in the air. When it appeared, it was already behind Mo Lin, and a plain knife with a cold light flashed silently in its hand, stabbing fiercely at the back of Mo Lin.

Previously, in order to obtain the golden core and silver cicada, he failed to break through Mo Lin's defense, and seeing that the golden cicada was repelled, he no longer kept it, and directly used the weapon that he would only use when encountering an evenly matched opponent.

Yinchanzi's speed was so fast that he didn't even give Mo Lin a chance to react. In the blink of an eye, Pu Dao was less than half a foot away from Mo Lin's back.

If this knife was stabbed, it would be filled with the terrifying soul essence of the third-level martial king, and even a holy-level armored silver cicada would have the confidence to pierce a hole.

The blade light flashed past, and pierced Mo Lin's body soundlessly, but before Yin Chanzi was happy, a slender blue spear also pierced his chest.

"Martial soul?"

Yin Chanzi was taken aback by Mo Lin's toughness, but the severe pain in his chest made him let out a strange cry, like a cat whose tail had been trampled on.

With this jump, he narrowly dodged a blade light, and the monk's robe on his chest was cut open with a chirp.

For a moment, Yinchanzi was sweating profusely.

He was shocked to see that the boy who had been pierced through the heart jumped up and forced him up. What he didn't expect was that there was an identical figure behind the boy!

"Clone?!"

Yin Chanzi was so surprised that he almost cried out. He is a master of Zen Buddhism, and his knowledge and knowledge are far beyond that of ordinary martial arts. He has seen many martial souls with clone skills, but he has never seen such a kind of soul that is completely different from his master's breath. The same clone, judging from the speed of the two figures, they are evenly matched!
Using the mirror image clone to forcibly resist Yin Chanzi's knife, and then used the sword to kill the enemy with a single blow, Mo Lin felt secretly regretful in his heart.

Facing two third-level martial kings at the same time, although he wished to swallow them alive, he also knew that killing people was not so easy.

At this time, even if he cultivated into the body of a god and demon, he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, let alone have any reservations or entrustment.

After casting the mirror image clone, Mo Lin released the Wuhun Prisoner Dragon Lock at the same time, one up and one down, one left and one right, and launched a crazy attack on Yin Chanzi.

(End of this chapter)