Mortal: Intercept Xin Ruyin and copy everything!

Chapter 21 Blood Type

"go with!"

As Xin Ruyin finished speaking, a set of purple array plates appeared in her hands.

Three formation flags emitting silver light were suspended above the formation plate. Xin Runyin drew a line with her jade finger, and three silver formation flags flew out from the formation plate.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The formation flag quickly sank into the ground, and a faint silver light curtain instantly completely enveloped the yard.

At the same time, the mahogany door in front of him disappeared quickly like the moon in the water.

A sexy scene appeared in front of the two of them.

"call out!"

Wang Lin's figure flashed, and he turned into a shadow and quickly stepped into the formation.

Since the evil monk was only at the eighth level of Qi training, Wang Lin did not conceal his figure and immediately attracted the evil monk's attention as soon as he entered the courtyard.

"Who are you!"

Wang Lin’s sudden appearance really scared the evil monk. He scanned with his spiritual sense, but was unable to detect Wang Lin’s cultivation level.

This also means that Wang Lin’s cultivation is far superior to his own.

Thinking of this, the evil monk immediately smiled and flattered, "Daoyou, I wonder what brings you here?"

Wang Lin did not rush to take action, but pointed at the attractive women on the ground and said, "Why do you imprison these mortals here?"

The demon monk's eyes rolled, and then he chuckled and said, "These are all my blood species. My skills are special, and I need to cultivate with the essence of these blood species."

Wang Lin glanced at the evil monk and sneered, "I didn't expect that Tainan Temple would harbor such filth and dirt."

The evil monk was not angry at Wang Lin's sarcasm, but bowed respectfully: "As long as fellow Taoist gives way to me, I will certainly thank you generously."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Lin immediately raised his hand and pointed at the demon monk’s Dantian: “Hand over the method of practicing this method.”

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Wang Lin's words, the demon monk couldn't help but chuckle and heaved a sigh of relief: "So fellow Taoist is also a fellow Taoist."

It turns out that he thought Wang Lin was plotting to steal his blood race cultivation method.

Although he was reluctant to hand over his skills, Wang Lin's cultivation was far superior to his own, so he did not dare to hesitate. He took out a blank jade slip from his arms and placed it between his eyebrows.

The method of "blood seed" cultivation is imprinted in it.

After half a cup of tea, the evil monk put down the jade slip in his hand, shook his wrist, and threw it directly to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin took the jade slip and did not investigate it rashly. Instead, he asked out of curiosity: "Where did this method come from?"

Since the skills had already been handed over, the demon monk naturally did not hide it and said bluntly: "This skill is a fusion of a demon-killing skill I got and the Buddhist Golden Lotus Relics."

"Fusion technique?"

Wang Lin was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that this evil monk, who was only at the eighth level of Qi training, could actually integrate his own skills.

But Wang Lin changed his mind and thought that Yue Jing, the old Taoist who had practiced the fire bomb technique to the extreme, had also created his own flame technique.

Although his cultivation level is low, it is not without merit.

"Have you ever heard of the Buddhist Mingwang Jue?"

Wang Lin changed the subject and suddenly asked casually.

The evil monk frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and then shook his head.

"In that case, then you shall die."

Wang Lin had a blank expression on his face, but the words he spoke made the evil monk feel a chill down his spine.

"Huh! Huh!"

A stack of ten fire bomb talismans flew out of his hand and turned into ten flames that rose into the wind.

The fire bomb talisman burned in the air and then turned into orange-red fireballs as big as a human head, falling straight towards the evil monk.

The demon monk, who was originally nervous, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that it was just a low-level talisman fire bomb technique.

Although it was impossible to detect Wang Lin’s cultivation level, judging from the low-level primary talisman he took out, his cultivation level should not be much higher than his own.

With this in mind, the evil monk lightly tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a flash of blood appeared.

A blood-red silk scarf rose up in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it grew to several feet in size, completely covering the demon monk. As the magic weapon was used, the demon monk could not help but feel relieved.

Although the Blood Silk Handkerchief is only a mid-level defensive weapon, it is more than enough to deal with simple fire bomb techniques.

Then he shouted at Wang Lin, “Why are you turning against me now that you have obtained the technique?”

Wang Lin glanced at the women twisting their bodies on the ground and said calmly, "Those who kill will be killed."

"Huh! Huh!"

Ten orange-red fire bombs cut through the air and hit the blood-stained handkerchief directly.

"Boom!"

The fire bomb exploded quickly, powerful flames burst out, and the blood-stained scarf dimmed in an instant.

The flames did not dissipate, but instead grew more intense, directly burning the blood-thread handkerchief to a charred black, and all its spiritual light was lost.

"How can it be!!!"

"The power of fire bullet..."

Seeing the magic weapon being destroyed, the evil monk widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

Wang Lin would not give him time to resist. He waved his sleeves and a golden light flashed.

A seven-foot golden spear flew out from the storage bag at an extremely fast speed, like a sharp arrow, and went straight into the demon monk's chest.

The golden light continued to shine, directly crushing its body into pieces.

Only a pair of wide-open eyes were left, and he died with his eyes open.

In fact, there is no need to use talismans to deal with the demon monk at the eighth level of Qi training. It is purely for testing the power of the talismans.

Wang Lin was very satisfied with this power. Ten fire bomb talismans were enough to destroy mid-level defensive magic weapons.

If there are too many of them, perhaps even high-level defensive magic weapons will not be able to withstand them.

Wang Lin walked forward slowly, flicked his wrist, put his storage bag directly into his sleeve, and then snapped his fingers.

An orange-red fire bomb flew out of his hand and landed on the two corpses on the ground.

After dealing with the evil monk, Wang Lin looked at the dozen or so confused women lying on the ground.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Lin walked out of the yard.

It would be more appropriate to leave the next matter to Xin Ruyin.

Although she had already used her spiritual sense to explore part of the scene in the courtyard, Xin Ruyin still couldn't calm down for a long time after seeing it clearly. She opened her mouth slightly and said:

"It is not a pity that such a person should die."

Wang Lin nodded, his consciousness moved slightly, and he suddenly looked forward.

I saw an old monk leading Xiaomei, whose eyes were lifeless, walking towards the courtyard.

Xiaomei looked exactly like the women on the ground.

"Sixth level of Qi training!"

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he said coldly: "Old baldy, you are looking for death!"

The old monk glanced at Wang Lin, then looked towards the yard behind him. His face turned pale instantly, and without thinking too much, he quickly fled into the distance.

"call out!"

With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the golden spear flashed past and pierced through the heart.

With Guangzhi's death, Xiaomei, who had just lost her mind, immediately returned to normal.

"Ah, why am I here!"

At the same time, the women in the backyard also woke up one after another at this moment.

It was obvious that the magic spell that enchanted the man came from the old bald donkey who just died.

Wang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the storage bag on his waist.

Instead, I became interested in this method of confusing the mind.

(End of this chapter)