The back door of my house is open to floods

Standing in front of the bed at this moment, Lin Yuan didn't speak. Just now when he entered this wing, Lin Yuan sensed an extremely familiar aura.

The art of causal shooting, or the art of disgust!

Lin Yuan's face was a little gloomy. At this time, invisible to the naked eye, the unconscious Lin Min was surrounded by a strong evil spirit of calamity.

At this time, part of Lin Min's soul had already been taken away.

However, the strange thing is that in front of Lin Min's chest, there are faint holy golden lights emitting one after another, trying hard to block the force of catastrophe in the dark.

Lin Yuan casually opened the brocade quilt in front of Lin Min, and under Lian Feng's surprised gaze, a golden lock of longevity was hung around Lin Min's neck.

"That Miss Fu left it for the elder brother?" Lin Yuan asked, and Lian Feng asked.

"It was indeed left by Ms. Fu. The young master was in a very scary state before, thanks to the various things sent by Ms. Fu these days!"

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's eyes were cold and slightly strange.

It can be seen that Lin Min did meet a nobleman this time.

The ever-bright golden lock in front of Lin Min is not simple.

This thing is the ultimate treasure for crossing the catastrophe, and it contains extremely pure aura of merit.

This kind of thing is extremely rare, and it takes nine people who wear it, all of whom are benevolent, to die without any illness. With the help of their pure and blessed spirit, they can condense an ever-bright golden lock.

If this thing appeared, it would be enough to make some Dharma elders jealous.

Not only that, Lin Min was able to maintain his current complexion and state, thanks to the lady of the Fu family who used her pills to nourish her day and night, so that she would not suffer from loss of qi and blood, and the five declines of heaven and man.

"Fifth Young Master, is there a way to heal Eldest Young Master?" Seeing Lin Yuan pondering, Lian Feng was already burned.

Lin Yuan raised his head and said. "Well, Steward Lian, go and prepare the altar for me first!"

"Does Fifth Young Master want to use Taoism?"

Lian Feng's eyes lit up slightly, and he hurried down immediately.

With a wave of Lin Yuan's hand, eighteen strange long jet-black flags appeared.

The eighteen jet-black strange long flags instantly turned into streamers and fell into the courtyard, flying in the wind. At this moment, the eyes of many great practitioners sitting in the city of God moved slightly, and faintly sensed an invisible change in the city of God. appears in .

This is no longer the low-quality version of the abject array, but the real prehistoric and fierce array!

Chapter 126 Doom

The faintly flickering black is ominous, like a black sun rising.

The dragon aura that is everywhere in the capital is trembling.

The Lost Formation was too fierce.

This thing is a top-notch technique of aversion to victory, even a prime minister of Longting like Jiang Ziya can't withstand the power of the downcast and fierce formation.

Lin Yuan originally cared about his merits, but this time it finally angered him.

In the depths of the city of gods, among the many shrines, many gods were woken up from their busy clergy at this time, and they immediately noticed the sinister light of the rising sun on the southeast side of the city of gods.

At this time, on the Yaotai, a mighty figure suddenly appeared, looking intently towards the southeast side of the capital, but his face changed in an instant.

"Who is this person who actually set up such a fierce formation in the capital of God!"

The expression of this mighty figure was a little shaken, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In his perception, this black rising sun is really extremely ominous, even if his own divine power encounters the fierce light of the rising sun, he will have a terrible feeling of collapsing and being entangled.

This divine court god has a terrible intuition. Once he is entangled, even he himself may be enough.

"The art of disgust!"

Several divine lights nearby have already noticed it, and they are as afraid as snakes and scorpions.

And it's not an ordinary technique of disgusting victory!

"Have you checked it out? But who is doing it?" The leader, Shenjun, looked extremely serious.

Soon a ray of divine light flew up, and he glanced at the majestic, dignified, or domineering figures of the other divine lights.

"It's been found out, it's the mansion of Editor-in-Chief of the Hanlin Academy!"

"A while ago, you reported that Lin Jinshi was plotted by the monks of Wutong Sect?"

"It is this person. The person who set up the formation seems to be his younger brother, a monk who was reincarnated from an ancient narcissus!" The god reported all the information he found in detail.

Hearing that, several gods had different expressions, the leading god was a little surprised, but immediately looked at the many gods and laughed.

"In this way, it seems that the people of the Wutong Sect will have fun soon! What they are best at is the technique of aversion to victory. I wonder if those people of the Wutong Sect can stop this same evil karma shooting!"

Several other gods also gloated.

Being hit back with the method he is best at, this scene must be very gratifying!

"It's just that God's Capital is the ancestral home of my Dongyue God's Court. If this Taoist acts recklessly..." One of the gods looked hesitant.

"It's okay, it's the people from the Wutong Sect who crossed the border first!" Another god next to him shook his head.

There was even a gloomy look on the divine monarch's expression.

Edith Lin is a member of Longting, and Wutongjiao's attack on him has already violated the taboo of Longting.

……

Sitting cross-legged on the Dharma altar, Lin Yuan's eyes gleamed with a gloomy cold light. At this time, his murderous intent was already alive, and three ancient white paper ancient lamps appeared beside the formation with his hands in a seal for a moment.

Of these two paper white ancient lamps, one is called the soul-invigorating lamp, the other is called the soul-promoting lamp, and the last one is called the soul-killing lamp.

Lin Yuan deliberately refined it in the wild to amplify the murderous power of the Lost Formation!

Randomly, Lin Yuan's eyes fell on the altar, and Lin Yuan took several straw figures at random. With a slight movement of his five fingers, a purple light appeared in his hand, turning into an astrolabe brand.

Ziwei Doushu saw through the fog of fate and traced back to the root cause.

Lin Yuan's eyes seemed to be caught in the boundless purple light, his mind was infinitely high, and he came to a mysterious place, where there is a mighty river of fate, boundless, with countless branches, that is countless unpredictable futures .

Lin Yuan didn't want to explore the future, but the constant past.

A ray of purple light swept towards the illusory past, based on its own aura, and spread through the air.

Boom! !