[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

The lair of the leader of the monster beasts is still some distance away from the Star City. In addition, if the Star City is flying with the sword or directly using the big light kung fu, it will be a target for the monsters below. Therefore, this trip, Qian Lin He took out the magic flying weapon that cast a heavy shadow on Wanjing's mind.

Wanjing felt that his face was green now.

"Brother Wan?"

"No problem." Wan Jing forced himself to return a smile.

It seems that the problem of the dizzy flying magic weapon can't be changed even if it is transformed into a human form.

The monster beast's lair is located in the east of Lianxing City, surrounded by mountains. After getting off the flying magic weapon, Wan Jing dazedly brushed a needle for himself, which relieved a little, and began to observe the surrounding situation.

The place where they landed is already in the mountains. Qianlin's flying magic weapon may be engraved with many hidden formations, but there is no movement at all. The seemingly invisible pressure of monster beasts frightened away the ordinary animals in the entire mountain range.

He looked at the pea cannon on his shoulder, and the little guy shivered into a ball.

Wan Jing poked expressionlessly.

"grumble……"

The voices are weak.

Qian Lin watched the interaction between Wanjing and Pea Pao, you can't understand what I said, and I can't understand what you said, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Low-rank pets will respond to the coercion of high-rank monsters," he stepped forward amid Wanjing's vigilant expression, and drew a protective film made of aura circles around the pea cannon, As soon as the light blue protective film was formed, Pea Pao stopped trembling all over, blinked some eyes, and rubbed Qian Rin's fingers flatteringly.

The mutiny is so fast.

"Thank you very much." Wan Jing had no choice but to bite the bullet and thanked him as if nothing happened.

"No need," Qian Lin said, "After all, this is your spiritual pet."

Wan Jing looked at the back of Qian Lin who was leading the way ahead, and felt a little creepy in his heart.

In the martial arts interface, he didn't know how many times he had watched the skills of level [-], but it was a pity that he was a little anxious, and estimated that if he really fought with Qian Lin, he would die in just one move.

Wan Jing felt sad, so he could only gather his mind, touched the little hairy ball on his shoulder, and followed the footsteps of the two people in front of him.

The place where the monsters lived was not far from where they landed, but they had no choice but to walk all the way in order not to startle the snakes. After walking for a long time, they could vaguely see a rather magnificent building under the cover of trees. Like a palace.

"Could this monster have already turned into a human form?" Wan Jing was a little surprised, "How did you build such a residence?"

"Brother Wan is afraid that his understanding of this monster is still lacking." Pei Han's science popularization time is up, "In this world of comprehension, there are very few monsters that can transform into human form. I will not settle down in this place where the aura is not strong."

"If the grass and tree monsters want to transform into human form, I am afraid that only the special skills of the Bihua Yinyuehua clan can help the grass and trees take shape. Use Zong's methods to transform into form."

"So if it looks very ordinary, it will be considered as a member of the Demon Sect?" Wan Jing summed up dryly.

"Brother Wan is right."

True, he preferred to be wrong.

Wan Jing forcibly diverted his thoughts, looked up at the building that didn't match the style of the surrounding, and then at the figures of the two people in front of him who were walking in without a care, and was forced to suppress the words he wanted to say.

Just be happy.

Holding a pen, he was ready to fight, calmed the emotionally unstable Pea Cannon, and followed the two into the palace.

Unsurprisingly, the decoration inside is also extremely luxurious.

The three of them had just stepped in, as if some mechanism had been touched, the door that was originally wide open was instantly closed, and flames were lit up on the walls of the palace, the flames moved forward all the way, and finally converged to the front door On the seat, a huge figure slowly appeared.

He scored 99 points for this force.

Another point is that the appearance of this monster is really unsightly.

The seat is built very big, and the monster is also big, but it does not have the aura of a large monster. Instead, it is strangely shaped, pretending to be majestic, as if it has been stretched by a foreign object, and it is very obtrusive.

Such a foolish monster can also command the battle of monster beasts to siege the city?

"The existence of turning humans into monsters by the secret method of the Demon Sect, so it still retains the memory and... taste of being a human being."

Seeing his doubts, Chirin explained.

Wan Jing was startled, and looked at the huge piece of meat that seemed to be pieced together, and as expected, he found a burnt brown buff on its head - the transformation of the secret method.

Could it be that the monsters attacking the city were planned by members of the Demon Sect?

"First of all, I don't know anything." Pei Han seemed to give up his disguise suddenly, and looked at Qian Lin with a smile, "I haven't been back to Jueqing Palace for hundreds of years. Who knows that they made it out again recently. What a moth."

"I remember that the kid was responsible for the study of this secret technique. He went to the realm of comprehension some time ago. When he came back, he was somehow thrown into the Lingluo Ghost Realm. When he came out, the entire Jueqing Palace was there. It was all cleaned up and down."

Qian Lin ignored him, looking at Wan Jing who was trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"You don't seem surprised at all."

Wan Jing gripped the pen tightly.

"When did you know that Pei Han is a demon cultivator?"

Wan Jing put the pea cannon away, so as not to fight and fly out later.

"Why are you so nervous, I won't eat you again."

Qian Lin seemed to be very happy. After finishing speaking, she casually drew out her sword and swung it at the monster on the seat. , was cut a deep gash by the sword qi, and dark red blood spewed out with jet-black blood, faintly exuding a pungent smell.

Such blood actually flows in the body of the monster transformed by this person.

Qian Lin was chatting and laughing happily one second, and ruthlessly drew his sword the next.

Wan Jing quickly hung a spring mud and a needle for himself, and hung up Fuyao by the way.

"It's not a day or two since I took you out to see blood, why are you so afraid of being like this." Qian Lin glanced at him after fighting.

"You've got the wrong person." Wan Jing replied with a slumped face, and Fuyao and Nie Yun jumped onto a beam in the palace, staring at Qian Lin who was fighting leisurely below, her heart pounding.

"Ah."

Qian Lin didn't care about Wanjing's hairy appearance, and slightly increased his offensive. The monster was soaked in thick blood, but it seemed to lose its mind, roaring and attacking indiscriminately.

In the end, Qian Lin, who lost his patience, cut off the monster's head neatly. A puff of blue smoke drifted past, and the monster that lost its vitality slowly withered away. Bloody, in the chaos, a humanoid corpse with a severed head appeared.

Wanjing noticed that the huge buff had disappeared.

There seemed to be a special pattern printed on this person's body. Wan Jing was about to take a closer look, when suddenly, red flames swept across the ground, and all the bloody corpses disappeared in the flames.

"It's really dirty." Qian Lin sneered and burned everything clean, looked up at Wanjing who was hiding on the beam, with a threatening tone in her tone.

"Are you taking the initiative to come down or should I go up and get you down?"

To be a human being is to be civilized. It's not a good word to use, really.

Wanjing moved a little to the side slowly.

Qian Lin narrowed his eyes, and drew a sword light with his backhand, forcing Wan Jing to abandon the beam and run away.

Looking at Qian Lin below watching the play with great interest, Wan Jing twitched the corners of his mouth, and became angry for no reason.

It's an honor to entertain you.

He stabilized the pea cannon, and pulled out a lotus finger. After being dodged, he used a Taiyin finger to get away from the approaching Qian Lin, and instantly added a Shangyang finger, and a big miss floated out.

As if mocking the huge class gap.

The most painful thing in this world is not being able to break through other people's defenses during a fight.

"I ran out for a few days, and my temper is good," Qian Lin approached unhurriedly.

"It's said that you misidentified the wrong person, don't you have bad eyesight when you are old?" Wan Jing was furious, and simply threw a judge's handwriting.

Hearing this, Qian Lin sneered, and a sword light slashed at his face, Wan Jing couldn't dodge it in time, he only had time to avoid the vital point, and watched the sword light piercing his shoulder.

One of Qian Lin's principles is that people who are not well-behaved need to be tuned|taught.

Wan Jing waited in fear for the sharp pain in his shoulder, but saw that the sword light seemed to have lost its effect after passing through the shoulder, and there was no attack power, just a simple light passing through an obstacle.

He looked up at Qian Lin, who also had surprise in his eyes that hadn't dissipated.

It seems that Qian Lin is not showing mercy.

Wan Jing suddenly remembered that he and Qian Lin seemed to be still forming a team, and when forming a team, attacking teammates was ineffective.

Qian Lin: "The ability is not small."

Wanjing: "Come and hit me."

Taiyin Finger's cooldown time was up, he swiped his pen and quickly backed away, and ran to the distance with a little light work, shouting while running: "Can't we negotiate amicably? Anyway, you can't hurt me. Why don't we—ah! "

Qian Lin appeared behind him in an instant, and her well-jointed hands pierced his heart.

"Don't you think this is a little weird? Although I don't feel it, I still suggest that you take your hand out, really." Wanjing's face was full of sincerity.

Qian Lin's hand was stuck in his body, and it was a bit penetrating to be up and down.

"I underestimated you." Qian Lin withdrew her hand and smiled slightly at Wan Jing. Wan Jing had a bad intuition and ran away, but was pulled back by a strong force, and the whole person fell backwards involuntarily.

Qian Lin grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against the wall. The golden chains bound Wanjing's hands and feet, and there was a faint light emitting from them. It seemed that it was a high-grade spiritual weapon.

Pea Cannon fainted from fright.

"You—" Wan Jing tried to struggle, but Qian Lin held his jaw and was forced to look directly into his eyes.

"You are still a little tender, you know, even if I can't hurt you, do you think I can't do anything?"

Qian Lin's tone carried a hint of ambiguity, she was very close, her lips were pressed against Wan Jing's ear, her hot breath was mixed with somewhat ambiguous words.

Wan Jing couldn't help shivering.

"You have to calm down," Wan Jing quickly thought about ways to get out of trouble, "I think we can talk."

"Admit it?"

"No, the premise that you have identified the wrong person remains the same."

"Then there's nothing to talk about." Qian Lin's hand gently caressed his neck, causing waves of numbness.