Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 366 Put the blame on others
This little monk who has been lurking in the Three Jiang Realm for a year, but in fact only spent half a year outside, made Mo Lin feel a threat he had never had before. Since he no longer hides his identity, he must take action, and immediately worried about Ouyang Xue The safety of Qing and others.

"They are very good. Ms. Ouyang has successfully integrated the golden core and is waiting for the son to return."

Mo Lin frowned, activated his divine sense, and sent a sound transmission to Bai Litohong.

"Ah, master, where have you been? Xiaobai is about to bring his brothers to support you. Wow, Xiaobai sensed it. It seems to be far away. Master, you..."

"Shut up first!" Mo Lin interrupted the blush, "I ask you, are Ouyang Leihuo and the others here?"

"Yes, they are all here." Bai Litouhong agreed hastily.

"Xiaobao, what about Iron Lion and the dean?"

"They're all here."

"No casualties?"

"How could there be casualties? Didn't you kill one of the two bald-headed guys and lure the other away? Brothers are fine, none of them is missing, master, wait for me, Xiaobai will help you right away, brother Ladies, for freedom..."

"What are you shouting about, just stay there!"

Not one of them is less than nonsense, at least the one named Yun Feiyang is gone, but Mo Lin finally let go of his worries, it seems that this shameless little monk did not attack Leihuo and the others while he was not around.

"Now that Yin Chanzi has been killed by you, tell me your purpose."

"Senior Brother Xue Chanzi is dead. Young Master is carrying his storage ring. Presumably the square blood prison array, thousand bone blood lotus, and ten thousand skull Zen staff on his body have also fallen into Young Master's hands. Those are my Zen items. Please Mr. Mo returns to the monk."

The little monk was calm, his tone was calm, and there was no murderous aura emanating from his body. Only then did Mo Lin remember that after he killed Xue Chanzi, he got a few treasures from him, a pile of bone fragments, a blood lotus flower, and a skeleton. stick.

It's just that the pair of bone pieces were fed to the Yin-Yang Wuhun by him, and the blood lotus and the scepter were still in the storage ring, but they didn't know how to use them, so they were thrown into the back of his mind. I just remembered.

"The things you want are indeed with me, but I can give you the blood lotus and the skeleton scepter. I'm afraid I won't be able to return the pile of bones." Mo Lin said, turning the storage ring on his finger.

"My lord, you don't want to return it to the monk, do you?"

The little monk was stunned, with doubts and worries on his face, "Sifang Blood Prison Formation is my Zen secret treasure. Even if outsiders get it, they can't manipulate it. What's the use of keeping it?"

Mo Lin said: "Since you have been lurking by my side for nearly a year, you should know that I am not the kind of person who is greedy for money. You killed Yin Chanzi and didn't hurt Ouyang Leihuo and the others while I was away. No matter what the reason is, They are all helping me, not to mention only asking for three treasures, even if there are thirty or three hundred treasures, I will not frown. To tell you the truth, I lost that pile of bone fragments. Yes, if it is still there, I will definitely give it back to you, even if your Zen sect repeatedly troubles me and makes me want to rush into the wilderness and crush all the bald donkeys to death. But you are different, I can see it, you I am a good monk, and the wicked will be punished by the wicked, and I have never lied to the good."

A man can bend and stretch, Mo Lin's words are three parts sincere and six parts polite, and the rest is vigilance.

For a guy who can instantly kill a third-level Martial King with a single shot, he dare not be careless even if the element of sneak attack is the majority.

What is it to put a few treasures in, as long as you can figure out the purpose of the little monk, so that he will not attack you, is it not easy to say a few soft words?
Face and fate, which is more important, Mo Lin has his own discretion.

"That's not easy."

The little monk didn't doubt the authenticity of Mo Lin's words. He didn't know whether he was confused by the sincerity on Mo Lin's face at this time, or because he was ignorant of the world and could easily trust others. After he muttered something, he frowned slightly.

Dang!

A blood lotus flower and a skeleton staff flew out of Mo Lin's hand, drew two graceful arcs and landed on the ground in front of the little monk's feet.

"Sifang Blood Prison is very important to my Zen. Every bone piece is a relic soul bone. How did you lose it, and where did you lose it? Let the little monk find it himself." Picking up the blood on the ground Lotus and scepter, the little monk who claimed to be Wuchi asked.

Mo Lin blinked and blinked, a bit confused, this guy is too easy to talk to, right?But one word caught his attention.

"Soul bones? Are you saying that those bone fragments are all soul bones?"

The little monk nodded: "Exactly."

Fuck!
Mo Lin scolded his mother inwardly, his guts turned green with regret.

He never dreamed that those inconspicuous bone fragments were soul bones, and that was a total of one hundred and eight yuan!Let him temporarily hand-feed the Yin-Yang Wuhun!

After refining a piece of soul bone, he got the golden wings. If he refined all the one hundred and eight pieces, how much talent would he get?

Mo Lin didn't dare to think about it anymore, if he thought about it any more, he even wanted to commit suicide.

It's all caused by lack of culture.

How can the magic weapon carried by a Zen master be so bad?But it's too late to regret.

"It's not lost, it was given away by me. However, the person who took the spirit bone is amazing. I advise you not to ask for trouble. Even if you find him, you can't beat him."

Mo Lin couldn't guess what the little monk was thinking, but he was not a fool, that was one hundred and eight soul bones. If you told him that he was eaten by the Yin-Yang martial soul, who knew if he would turn his back on the spot and dig out his heart ?

So he felt that it was necessary to send the little monk away first, and the farther he walked, the better. With such a master who can dig out people's hearts with his shots, it was like a light on his back, and he would not be able to sleep peacefully in the future. .

"My lord, just tell me his name, the monk will have his own way to persuade him to hand over the formation."

Mo Lin suddenly showed a painful expression on his face: "Have you heard of Tianmo Palace?"

"Of course I have heard that it is one of the strongest forces in the Eight Desolation."

"The Square Blood Prison Formation was taken away by the people from the Heavenly Demon Palace."

The little monk was stunned for a moment, with a look of suspicion evident on his face: "This... people from Tianmo Palace have also come to Yunlan Kingdom?"

"What? You don't believe it?"

Mo Lin observed his words and said hastily, "I knew you wouldn't believe it. Who would have thought that people from Tianmo Palace would come to such a poor place in the lower reaches of the Jinsha River? But they really came, it seems that they rushed I came with the blood prison formation, let me tell you, I was able to kill the blood cicada, thanks to that person's help, otherwise I was only a third-level and fourth-level martial artist a year ago, how could I kill the strong King Wu What? Even if Ouyang is added."

(End of this chapter)