The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

It was another fairy who spoke.

She speaks quickly but clearly.

Lin Jin nodded and thanked him. He then glanced at the female fairy Xiangyun who was beside him with his head lowered. After thinking about it, he flipped his hand and took out a pill and handed it to the other party.

"Since the fairy is a master of Dan Dao, she should not bury her talents. I have a pill recipe here. I can't understand some of the refining methods above. Please help me to find out."

After speaking, regardless of whether the other party agrees or not, he handed over the Dan Fang abruptly, and then walked towards the front.

It's really amazing that Lord Cover God could actually expect him to come back, but if Lin Jin should wait honestly, Lin Jin wouldn't do that.

At this time, Lin Jin needed to show the tyrannical attitude of a character with trump cards.

Walking forward, passing through the pavilions and pavilions in the cave, the rockery fish pond, there are fairy slaves along the road who want to block, but they are all reprimanded by Lin Jin.

Lin Jin is sure to cover up the gods who have confessed to these immortal slaves, and is not allowed to offend and be rude, so he is now confident.

It's like going all the way through.

In front of the main hall, Lin Jin was stopped by two immortal slaves with extremely high cultivation levels. Although the other party did not use force, but relying on various techniques to stop Lin Jin, Lin Jin was indeed unable to pass.

But Lin Jin made up his mind to make a big fuss, in order to try to cover up the current attitude of the god, so he drew his sword.

The sword is full of air.

Lin Jin didn't know how to master swordsmanship, and he didn't spend time practicing swordsmanship, but this was not a problem. The Qingfeng Demon Sword itself could exert great power.

The faces of the two immortals in front were also solemn, and Lin Jin was not fake, but the sword in his hand was an immortal sword, and the sharp sword energy was enough to hurt them.

Because he wanted to do something deliberately, Lin Jin slashed directly at it.

The sword qi swept across like a white light, and the two immortals immediately avoided them. Although they didn't hit anyone, they smashed a lot of stone pillars and stone lions on the opposite side, which was considered a huge momentum.

However, the sword qi that Lin Jin cut out did not dissipate because of this, but continued to move forward, as if to cut open the hall directly.

Just at this moment, a person jumped out in front and stretched out his hand. In an instant, a stream of black energy condensed into a huge ghost hand, blocking the sword energy.

Lin Jin looked at the man, and he felt very familiar.

Soon, Lin Jin remembered.

"Black Water Daoist, he's actually here?" Lin Jin was really shocked. Back then in Liangzhou, the entire Water God Sect was wiped out, but this Heishui Daoist disappeared.

Lin Jin had thought a lot about the other party's whereabouts, but he didn't expect the other party to come to a place outside the realm, and he was also hanging out with the god-monarch. The ghostly black iron claws are a powerful magic weapon.

It was so easy to block the sword energy just now, you must know that the two fairy slaves couldn't do it just now.

Crushing the sword energy, the Daoist Heishui looked at Lin Jin with a sullen face, his eyes full of hostility. However, he seemed to have thought of something. Heishui Daoist suppressed the hostility and took a step forward: "You are Lin Jin? My master told me that if you come back, please wait outside for a while and he will deal with it. We'll meet you when we're done."

These words were not made up by the Heishui Daoist, but were indeed confessed by the cover god, so the Heishui Daoist did not dare to talk nonsense, and he was also very guilty now.

The reason is because the Master Shen said personally that the curator who destroyed his Shui Shenzong was a free immortal.

What kind of existence is Xiaoyao Xian, and how does Heishui Daoist not know, even if his master covers the gods and faces Xiaoyao Xianren, it will not be able to reach the hand of others.

After knowing this, Daoist Blackwater was of course shocked and frightened, and there was a trace of happiness.

Fortunately, when he was in Liangzhou, he was clever and escaped early, otherwise the grass on the tomb would have grown up now, but the Daoist of Heishui was also a little doubtful.

Heishui Daoist didn't want to understand this matter, but what Mie Shenjun said should not be wrong. For this new master he worshipped, Heishui Daoist was in awe and did not dare to resist at all, and what Mie Shenjun said , Heishui Daoist is also convinced.

Although the God of Covering didn't say it clearly, Daoist Heishui is nothing. If this Lin Jin is really a disciple of the Great Immortal, let alone himself, even the God of Covering can't afford to provoke him.

There are still many things that I don't want to understand. For example, since Lin Jin has already left, why should he come back?

And why does the master also think that the other party will come back?

There must be some kind of doorway here, Heishui Daoist is puzzled, but he does not dare to take the initiative to ask, the temperament of the cover god is the kind of person who does not like to talk much.

You will be told what you should be told, and what you shouldn't be told, it is not right for you to ask.

In any case, Heishui Daoist is very clear that his revenge for the destruction of the Water God Sect will not be repaid, even if the curator is only an immortal, even a true immortal. No, I really want to take revenge, and it is estimated that the cover god will be the first to kill him.

Daoist Blackwater can only temporarily press down on the idea of ​​revenge.

"There is ample time!"

These are the words of the Daoist Heishui to comfort himself.

So at this moment, after the Daoist Black Water said what the Master had told him, he didn't say anything. On the other side, Lin Jin heard clearly, and now he naturally won't talk to the Daoist Heishui. The Daoist Heishui is just a small person, just a dog raised by the god.

What Lin Jin wanted to consider was a choice, whether to wait here quietly, or to break in directly.

"How can a person with Xiaoyao Xian sitting behind him wait here honestly? Especially when there are signs of tearing his face." Lin Jin quickly analyzed the situation and the mentality of both parties.

If he really honestly waits here, there may be an accident.

From this point of view, it is better to take a big bet.

A plan gradually took shape in Lin Jin's mind, including covering up the mind and thoughts of the god, Lin Jin also guessed some, right or not, but at least there are signs and possibilities.

After thinking about it clearly, making up his mind, and making up his mind, Lin Jin took a deep breath and walked directly to the main hall.

Wait?

Don't even think about it.

"What are you doing? Stop." The Daoist Heishui was stunned when he saw Lin Jin come forward, and then scolded him.

But Lin Jin ignored him and continued to move forward.

"Retreat." The Daoist Heishui was furious, and his ghost hand exuded the ghostly aura of Senluo again, rising up, and the sound of those ghosts crying and wolf howling could be clearly heard in his ears.

At this time, Lin Jin also reached out and held down the hilt of the Qingfeng Demon Sword.

To tell the truth, he and Heishui Daoist are a little similar. They are not immortals themselves, and they rely on magic weapons in their hands.

From this point of view, the two of them should be half a pound. If they want to win or lose, it is actually to see whose magic weapon is stronger.

The ghost hand didn't look weak, but Lin Jin believed in the power of the Qingfeng Demon Sword even more.