The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

The dragon fire technique spread rapidly, and under the flames, countless poisonous insects were burned and screamed and screamed. Come.

This scene is terrifying.

However, although the technique of dragon fire is tyrannical, those poisonous insects are not afraid of death, and they charge forward one after another, forming a stalemate with the flame.

It was the first time that Lin Jin had seen such a thing.

He just tried to use the power of coercion to deter the poisonous insects, but the result was ineffective. He can only say that these poisonous insects are also controlled by some kind of magic technique. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Jin can only be passive defense at the moment.

Don't ask, this is the second 'meeting gift' that the 'daoist' prepared for him.

If the violent technique attached to the pen in Qilong Town was only a deterrent, and it was only a loss of face, then this time, the attack of ten thousand insects in this worm valley will really kill people.

So many poisonous insects, once they get close, I am afraid they will be eaten up in the blink of an eye, and their souls will be destroyed.

The only one feeling excited is rhubarb.

It grew bigger at the moment, like a bull in love, screaming strangely, flapping its wings and rushing into the swarm behind the flames.

This was entirely Da Huang's own action, and Lin Jin was also taken aback when he saw it, it was too late to stop him.

"Let it go!"

Lin Jin was helpless, but the rhubarb had a special constitution, and it was difficult for those poisonous insects to hurt it. In this case, Lin Jin could walk on the clouds, but he didn't want to.

Walking on the cloud is equivalent to being afraid of the opponent. He won the previous round, and he will not give up this time.

At the same time as he stretched out his hand and grasped it, the surrounding flames seemed to have been doused with a few barrels of kerosene and ignited directly. The ferocious fire finally gained the upper hand at this moment.

Under the impact of the flame, all the poisonous insects were like a mantis arm as a chariot.

I don't know how many poisonous insects were burned to death, anyway, there are black carbon-like poisonous insects everywhere, there are definitely tens of millions.

Rhubarb threw around for a long time and ate a lot just now, but now it's all burnt out, and the dead poisonous insects are also scattered and fled. Rhubarb is very dissatisfied, but he doesn't care about the neck that is about to burst.

In this kind of dense forest, flames can easily lead to large fires, but the technique of dragon fire is not ordinary flames, it is the fire of mana that burns with the forest's heart.

Simply put, let it burn and burn, and let it go out.

Lin Jin quenched the residual fire and continued to move forward. This time, it was very smooth, and he did not encounter such obstacles and troubles again. He has been going deep into Gu Insect Mountain, and then climbed a mountain.

There is a big tree on the top of the mountain, the surrounding of the big tree is empty, and under the tree sits an old Taoist priest wearing a 'Daozi' clothes. On the trunk of the old Taoist priest, a rope is tied to the trunk, and the other end of the rope is tied to a white man. ape.

It could be seen that the white ape was very impatient and always wanted to loosen the rope around his neck, but no matter how hard it struggled and tore, it couldn't pull the rope.

This rope obviously carries an inexplicable power.

The old man under the tree is playing chess with a monk.

The old Taoist was very relaxed and comfortable. The handsome monk in white was already sweating profusely. Now it was his turn to play, but the monk was holding a black stone, but it couldn't land on the chessboard. An invisible force suppresses him again and controls him.

The clothes on the monk's body have long been wet, but this monk is also very stubborn. The more he is like this, the less he will give up, even if his eyes are bloodshot and sweating.

"If you can't get down, don't get down. Wouldn't it be better to admit defeat by throwing the child?" The old Taoist said a word without raising his eyelids.

The monk did not speak, but still held on to his trembling hands.

At this time, the old Taoist seemed to have a feeling, looked up at the road up the mountain, and said, "The master is here, little monk, take a rest while you are."

With a wave of his hand, a force swept out. The monk snorted and was swept aside. Half of the beads that were already cracked had already broken.

"There are also masters at Daluo Temple, but unfortunately, you little monk has not learned the elite Dharma, and the heat is not enough. If you can go back alive this time, remember to practice hard, don't think you have a little means to run around and learn from others. Subduing demons and eliminating demons, don't you think you're worthy?"

The old Taoist not only beat people down, but also made sarcastic remarks.

The monk was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

He is no match for this old Taoist at all.

Over there, Lin Jin also climbed to the top of the mountain step by step, first looking around, and then slowly walking over.

When they were far apart, Lin Jin saw the above situation. The first thing he looked at was the white ape tied to the back. There was no doubt that he found it by himself.

The white ape didn't seem to have any problems, but it was tied by a rope around his neck. The rope was obviously not ordinary, and it was enough to suppress the demonic aura of the white ape, making the white ape no different from an ordinary little monkey.

Can't even break free of that rope.

If nothing else, just from this point, I know that this old Taoist is not ordinary, and that rope must be some kind of powerful magic weapon.

Looking at the old Taoist again, it was really strange.

Although he wears Taoist robes, his appearance is very sinister and sinister. He doesn't look like a kind person, but he dresses very well, the Taoist robes are plain, and he only writes a big "Tao" character with a calligraphy brush.

His hair was gray, his cheeks were thin, and his eyes were gleaming.

Looking at his face, this old Taoist is not easy to deal with.

Noticing the pained monk next to him, Lin Jin asked, "Is this the master of the Daluo Temple?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, and at this moment endured the severe pain, folded his hands and returned the salute: "The master does not dare to be, the little monk holds the seal of Daluo Temple, I don't know who you are..."

"The curator!" Lin Jin could see that the monk holding the seal was not the same as the old Taoist priest, and even had a fight before, but the result should be that the monk holding the seal failed miserably.

Lin Jin could even see that the monk holding the seal was extremely dangerous at this moment.

Thinking about other people, Master Xuan Jue is also good to him. Although the abbot was a little arrogant at first, he was very reasonable after admitting his counsel, so if there is a chance, if he can save this Zhiyin, he will save it.

Lin Jin walked over, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he was not nervous. Rhubarb didn't come up. Lin Jin let it wait at the foot of the mountain. If necessary, as long as he gave an order, Rhubarb would immediately rush up to save the scene.

At this moment, in Lin Jin's arms, there is only Jin'er.

In the form of a little fox, Chu'er is very charming at the moment, a pair of fox eyes staring at the old Taoist priest, revealing a fierce light, and six fox tails fluttering.

The old Taoist saw it, but ignored it. He just laughed and pointed to a set of tea sets next to him and said, "It's time for the curator to come. The tea here is just right. Come, please take a seat."