I have all kinds of magical powers

The volcano was full of ashes, and the people were afraid to get close.

Soon, Lu Junsheng, Zhou Rong, and Ma Yu rushed to the vicinity of the volcano and silently floated on one side.

Nearly seven or eight Qi-refining monks gathered in the nearby crater, and most of them were disciples of Baiyun Temple.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and kept looking at the crater.

The amazing spiritual light column in the crater now soared into the sky, and everyone did not dare to approach for a while.

"What kind of treasure is in here? There is such an amazing vision."

A young monk with the eighth level of Qi-refining muttered in his mouth, and then looked at everyone, and found that no one dared to step forward.

With a thought, he slapped his body with one hand, propped up a blue protective shield, stepped on the blue cloud under his feet, and flew straight to the crater, wanting to go in and find out.

Seeing someone take the lead, everyone was eager to move, and they all drove the cloud to approach the crater above.

Seeing that the first young monk was about to go in.

A whistling sound came from the direction of the crater.

The next moment, a huge stone about ten feet long suddenly shot out from inside, smashing with great momentum.

"Bang!" The protective shield could not withstand this huge force, and instantly smashed the first young monk and the protective shield out.

With a "thump", the young man fell heavily to the ground, "wow", spit out a mouthful of blood, and was dying, with only one breath left.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The next moment, dozens of smaller boulders rushed out from inside, bombarding wildly, like a rain of stones.

It fell on the shields of the crowd, almost knocking them down from the clouds.

This change made everyone's heart tremble. They were about to approach, but they quickly retreated to the surroundings.

"There are cultivators here. Could it be that someone has made some magic weapon?"

When everyone was surprised, a cold voice came out.

"The treasure here has an owner. Please stop!"

Such a sentence came from the crater with a bright red glow, and the huge rock attack just now made everyone a little afraid.

At this time, a strong whistling sound came out, and an amazing red escape light flew quickly from a distance. After the light faded, a middle-aged man in a red Taoist robe was revealed.

The moment they saw this person.

The cultivators wearing the clothes of Baiyun Temple disciples bowed and saluted.

"Disciple greets Uncle Ling~"

The visitor was the foundation-building cultivator of Baiyun Temple, named Ling Ming.

He flicked his whisk and scanned the surroundings, and saw two Qi-refining casual cultivators and a group of Baiyun Temple disciples.

He looked at the direction of the crater again, and swept his consciousness inside, frowning.

Suddenly, he pointed at the two young cultivators and asked in a low voice.

"You two come here? You know this is my Baiyun Temple's territory, and the treasures here belong to my Baiyun Temple sect."

The two young men saw this, trembling with fear, not daring to resist at all, walked two steps forward, and bowed respectfully.

"Senior is right, I will leave now... I will leave now."

"It's too late to leave now~"

Ling Ming narrowed his eyes, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he flicked the whisk in his hand. In an instant, two light red wind blades about ten feet long flew out and shot straight at the two young men.

Seeing this, the two men's faces changed drastically, turned their bodies, and flew wildly to the back, trying to avoid it.

Unfortunately, two sounds of "puff" and "puff" were heard, and the bodies of the two were immediately cut into two pieces, falling to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

After a little struggle, there was no breath at all.

Seeing this, the disciples of Baiyun Temple present suddenly widened their eyes and were horrified.

I have heard that this Master Ling is moody, but I didn't expect him to be so fierce and kill two cultivators at will.

Lu Junsheng, Zhou Rong, Ma Yu and others were also shocked.

Lin Chen in the crater also noticed this scene, frowning, he really didn't expect that a foundation-building cultivator from Baiyun Temple would come out halfway. Fortunately, he changed his identity in advance, otherwise...

Isn't this a typical killing of a chicken to scare the monkeys? If there were not so many people present, I am afraid that more than two casual cultivators would be killed.

Even if they are fellow disciples, they should be killed when the treasure is in front of them, but they should be killed without leaving any traces, otherwise, there will be some hidden dangers when they are reported back to the sect.

Lu Junsheng's eyes turned, he took two steps forward, smiled and said respectfully.

"Master Ling is so powerful, everyone knows that this Burning Flame Mountain Range is the territory of my Baiyun Temple, this

The two of them wanted to fish in troubled waters, they really deserved to be killed! "

"Among all the people present, my uncle has the highest cultivation level."

"The treasure in the crater should naturally belong to my uncle, we respect him!"

The other Baiyun Temple disciples present also reacted immediately and congratulated him with a bow.

"You are right, this treasure should belong to my uncle. "

Ling Ming seemed to be very satisfied with this situation. He nodded with satisfaction, then turned his head to look into the crater and shouted in a deep voice.

"Whose disciple are you? You don't show up to salute the elders of the sect. Don't you understand the rules of the sect~"

Lin Chen was standing by the magma pool at this moment. He quickly looked down at the magma pool and found that it would take some time for the ground-lifting flaming flag to appear.

In desperation, he had to summon a ball of blue cloud and fly upwards.

Looking at the red-robed Taoist in front of him, he bowed.

"Disciple greets Uncle Ling. This is indeed a magic weapon refined by the disciple. Please forgive me, Uncle."

After these words fell, Ling Ming had not spoken yet, and the disciples of Baiyun Temple beside him sneered and mocked.

"Haha, it's so funny, did you hear it? This person actually dared to say that this magic weapon was refined by himself. ”

“That’s right, even if the Jindan master refines magic weapons, he can’t guarantee such amazing visions. This person is really good at bragging! ”

“Tsk tsk tsk… This fellow disciple, which uncle’s disciple are you? You are so unscrupulous, and you are not afraid of losing face. ”

“......”

A large number of doubts came out. Lin Chen floated in the air, turning a deaf ear to the ridicule of the crowd. He only stared at Ling Ming in front of him. This person’s foundation-building period is the most difficult to deal with.

As for these Qi-refining cultivators, they were not taken seriously.

Ling Ming looked at Lin Chen, whose eyes were still calm, frowned, and whispered.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Ling didn’t know that Qi-refining disciples could refine magic weapons.”

“If you have any requests, you might as well say it directly. Ling is not a stingy person.”

“As long as I can get a good treasure, all the disciples present will be rewarded. "

After listening, Lin Chen remained unmoved, and instead concentrated on gathering spiritual power on the Mountain-driving Whip in his hand.

If the other party tried to snatch it, he would have to forcefully detonate the volcano, and then no one would have a good life.

Ling Ming laughed for a while, then stopped, and waved his hand.

"Okay, stop making people laugh here, and leave~"

Lin Chen saw this and understood everything, and said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Ling, this thing is really made by me personally. If you don't believe it, there is nothing I can do."

After speaking, he controlled the clouds and mist, quickly retreated to the rear, and was ready to meet the opponent's thundering blow.