My script is a supporting role

Zheng Qingshan became increasingly angry, and scolded: "Lin Jin, do you know what kind of crime is slandering a fellow sect in Qingli Sect?"

Lin Jin said proudly, "Of course I know."

"But everything I said is true."

"I also know that Mo Dust not only had contact with people from the Demon Sect, but also practiced the techniques of the Demon Sect secretly, which is the ironclad proof that he has become a demon."

Zheng Qingshan yelled angrily, spouting alcohol: "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

Lin Jin turned a blind eye to Zheng Qingshan's anger, and continued: "Mo Chen's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, in fact, it is because of practicing magic."

"And you, as an elder of a school, don't care about right and wrong at all, favoritism, and act recklessly. What's the difference between falling into the devil's way?"

Zheng Qingshan stood up suddenly, but because of the drunkenness, his body was shaking a little, "It turns out that you came to me today, Xingshi came to ask questions?"

Lin Jin's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

"You're wrong, I didn't come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime."

"I'm here to take your life, to eliminate demons and defend the way!"

Zheng Qingshan laughed out loud and took a step forward.

Due to the vain footsteps, when this step was taken, Zheng Qingshan's body swayed and almost fell, he stretched out his hand to hold onto the edge of the table to stabilize himself.

"kill me?"

"How dare you say such rebellious words?"

Lin Jin held the Qingxuan sword in his hand, and a chill suddenly appeared on the edge of the sword, "I kill everyone who deserves to be killed, why do I say disobedience?"

Zheng Qingshan squinted his eyes, and gave a heavy pooh:

"Today's crusade meeting was presided over by Tianxing Jianzhai and witnessed by colleagues all over the world. Mo Chen has not yet been convicted."

"It's absurd that you judge other people's various crimes and even murderous intentions just based on some fragments of information."

"What doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, favoritism, what eliminates demons and defends the way, what should be killed... In the end, it's just your own selfishness."

Staring into Lin Jin's eyes, Zheng Qingshan said contemptuously: "Speaking of which, you can only solve the problem by killing people, which just shows your incompetence."

The corners of Lin Jin's mouth twitched slightly, sharpness appeared in his eyes, the sword intent suddenly arose on the Qingxuan Sword, and there were whistling sounds in the air.

"You talk too much!"

"Zheng!"

Qingxuanjian groaned, bringing out a piece of sword light, and slashed directly at Zheng Qingshan's throat.

Blood splashed out.

Chapter 3 Black Winged Devil

Mo Chen ran wildly in the night at full speed. Although the battle between the monster blood in his body and the soul-devouring bloodworm was coming to an end, the scorching temperature still did not drop.

Every time he made a movement, Mo Chen's body was like a billowing furnace churning in his chest.

But Mo Chen didn't have time to take care of these.

He was accelerating at full speed, rushing towards the inn where Zheng Qingshan was.

Previously, he ignored Zheng Qingshan and Lin Jin because he was focused on the conflict between the monster blood and the soul-devouring bloodworm in his body.

And when he noticed it again, it was too late.

He only saw Lin Jin standing in front of Zheng Qingshan, and Zheng Qingshan was reeking of alcohol.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed.

The Qingxuan sword went straight to Zheng Qingshan's throat.

Zheng Qingshan made two mistakes today.

One is that he drank too much.

Drink to the point where you can barely walk.

Second, he underestimated Lin Jin's strength.

Lin Jin obtained the heavenly inheritance from the secret realm, which further awakened the power of the gods in his body.

Although his level on the bright side is still very low, only the level of enlightenment.

But the actual combat power has long surpassed many practitioners in this world.

It's just that no one in this world would think of this except Mo Chen.

Without the strength beyond the level, how can you accomplish the feat of fighting monsters by leapfrogging the level, and how can you make the world full of amazement and admiration?

This is the routine of the gods, but how can mortals know?

Blood splattered.

Zheng Qingshan stared at himself blankly.

The sword edge slashed across his neck, cutting open his blood vessels.

Zheng Qingshan felt a little confused and a little chilly.

He had already made an evasive movement...Of course, under the influence of alcohol, his movements were indeed much slower.

But the speed of the Qingxuan sword in Lin Jin's hand still exceeded his expectations.

"You...how could it be so fast?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Lin Jin's face: "Elder, times have changed!"

"People like me, you don't understand anymore!"

The voice in the Qingxuan sword once told him that he was originally a god in the heavens, and he had an extremely powerful god in his body.

As long as he awakens the power in his body, he can become the strongest person in the world.

After obtaining the inheritance from the heavens, Lin Jin also clearly felt that the power in his body was continuously awakening.

Lin Jin knew that he would eventually surpass all mortals and reach the peak that they could not touch in lifetimes.

How can a person like him be defined and understood by these mortals?

Zheng Qingshan felt that the strength in his body was getting weaker and weaker, he shook twice, and finally sat down on the ground.

Lin Jin raised the Qingxuan Sword again, and said with a sneer, "After killing you, I will go and take Mo Chen's life."

"There is no need for people like you in this world."

Zheng Qingshan heard this, but there was an indescribable mockery on his face, "People like you...what's the use of staying in this world?"

Lin Jin frowned, and the Qingxuan sword slashed down again.

"Chong!"

A large golden sword appeared out of nowhere in front of Zheng Qingshan, collided with the Qingxuan sword, bursting out a string of intense fireworks.

"uncle!!!"

Mo Chen's mournful and angry roar suddenly broke out in the room.

You Lan's soul power suddenly swept like the wind, and the soul instantly transformed into Mo Chen's appearance, hugged Zheng Qingshan, and stretched out his hand to cover Zheng Qingshan's blood-spattered neck.

However, he was too late after all.

Zheng Qingshan's vitality has been cut off by Lin Jin's sword.

Zheng Qingshan smiled weakly, "...uncle...can't see...you married a wife..."

The breath gradually weakened until it stopped.

"don't want!!!"

Mo Chen hugged Zheng Qingshan and shook it desperately, but that wretched little old man could no longer give him any response.

In the distant night, Mo Chen ran like a crazy beast on the northwest wasteland.

His eyes had turned red, and blood and tears oozed from their sockets.

The vitality erupted in his body like a volcano, and the golden magic flame instantly ignited him completely, and the soul-devouring bloodworm entangled with the blood essence of the monster was only incinerated in an instant.

Without the obstruction of the soul-devouring blood worm, the blood of the monster beast flooded all over Mo Chen's body in an instant, merging with Mo Chen's own blood.

But the beast spirit has been bitten to pieces by the soul-devouring blood worm, and it can no longer be recovered.

The power of the tyrannical monster surged out, the bones of Mo Chen's face began to protrude, sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, and countless slender black hairs grew on his skin.

"Hey!"

The clothes on Mo Chen's back were torn, and two large black wings sprouted from his back, and the wings spread out to more than ten feet.

Mo Chen roared wildly, and his figure suddenly accelerated, as if a black shooting star was flying across the night sky in the northwest.

In the inn, Lin Jin looked coldly at Mo Chen, who had transformed into a soul, and said, "I'm really surprised that you can perceive this place."

"However, it just so happens that you are here, so I won't have to look for you."

The soul clone holding Zheng Qingshan's body stretched out its hand to hold the golden sword, and violent vitality exploded in the room instantly.

"boom!"

The whole room was blown to pieces.

There was a cloud of smoke and dust, and debris was flying everywhere.

Lin Jin's body was ejected rapidly at the same time as the room exploded, and landed lightly and delicately outside the inn.

"Zheng!"

Mo Chen's soul clone was holding a man in one hand and a sword in the other, rushed out of the smoke and dust, and attacked Lin Jin at full speed.

"Lin Jin!!!"

"today!"

"It's your time of death!!!"

Lin Jin had a trace of contempt on his face, and the sword intent on the Qingxuan sword suddenly rose, and the sound of sword whistling sounded in the air, rushing straight into the sky.

Fifth Grade Sword Intent: The sword roars in the sky.

But Mo Chen's soul clone turned a blind eye to this, swung the golden sword and slashed at Lin Jin.

This sword has no sword energy, sword intent, nor any fancy tricks.

Just like cutting melons and vegetables, cut them straight.

However, the moment the golden sword was cut down, it turned into a length of more than three feet, like a heavenly soldier, as if it was going to chop Lin Jin into flesh with a single sword.

Lin Jin frowned slightly, and greeted him with the wide Qingxuan sword in his hand without fear.

"Do you think that if you grow bigger, you can beat me?"

"You are simply too naive!"

"Qiang!!!"

The huge golden sword slammed heavily on the edge of the Qingxuan Sword, making a violent sound that shook the eardrums.

The strong momentum caused Lin Jin's body to sink, the force penetrated his body and penetrated into the ground, and the bluestone under his feet also burst open.

Lin Jin's heart trembled.

"This guy is just a soul clone, how can he be so powerful?"

However, Mo Chen didn't intend to give him any time to think, and swung the golden giant sword again, mercilessly slashing down with one sword after another.

"Chong!"

"Chong!"

"Chong!"

"Chong!"

Lin Jin couldn't adapt to Mo Chen's fighting style for a while, even though he took the move, he retreated more than ten steps one after another.

Everywhere the footsteps passed, there was a muffled sound of bluestone on the ground.