Holy Maiden, please be in peace

Chapter 243 You are proud of a clothespin and a hammer
"This little friend, is my temper a little too big?"

An old man appeared in front of Lin Xun.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Lin Xun said casually, "Are you the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple?"

"Exactly." The Patriarch of Huanxi Temple smiled and nodded, "Little friend, you have amazing talent. You have reached the Ascension Realm at a young age, and you are still injured by the Great Dao."

"Old man, what are you going to say?"

"How about cooperating with me, little friend?"

"Oh?" Lin Xun was delighted all of a sudden, "Old guy, tell me, how about a cooperation method?"

"My Dahuanxi Temple's supplementary ancient books can help my little friend repair his injuries."

The Patriarch of Huanxi Temple saw Lin Xun's "Songkou" and said further.

"If you and I work together, we can set up a game together, and when Jiang Yuerou attacks, we can capture him.

Jiang Yuerou's realm has soared, and she is still a virgin. If the little friend picks up her vital yin, she will definitely benefit a lot.

Not only that, but also Jiang Qingshang, Sikong Wangxing, Ruo Wangchen, the saints of the Holy Land in Kyushu, we can all plan.

In this way, it is not impossible for fellow daoists to recover from the injury of the Great Dao. "

"Old guy, what benefits can you get?" Lin Xun found it interesting.

"Those virgin yin of the saints are used to repair the wounds of fellow daoists. After you have finished using them, give them to me to make a cauldron, and I will step into the ascension state."

The Patriarch of Dahuanxi Temple felt that no one would refuse his proposal.

"What do you think, little friend?"

"I see"

Lin Xun thought for a while, then looked at him playfully.

"Sorry, I just love warriors."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Xun's spear intent exploded!
The tip of the spear is a little cold, as if it wants to pierce the whole world!
The patriarch of Dahuanxi Temple became anxious, and the Buddha's pattern appeared in his hand.

"Zheng!"

The subduing magic pestle collided with the tip of the spear, and the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple couldn't resist it and jumped away.

But behind the patriarch of Dahuanxi Temple, the abbot of Dahuanxi Temple has lost his soul.

"Little friend really wants to fight me to the death?"

Pulling away the distance, the patriarch of Dahuanxi Temple said in a deep voice, the mountain protection circle and soul-absorbing circle of Huanxi Temple are all blessed on him, and the subduing magic pestle in his hand is as majestic as a golden arhat.

"Your demon pestle is very good."

Lin Xun did not answer the words of the ancestor of Huanxizong, but looked at the subduing demon pestle in his hand.

All the immortal weapons in the world are extremely rare, and there are only a hundred of them in total (there are ten immortal weapons in Tianji City)!

Even if it is the Sword Casting Valley in Wanfa Tianxia, ​​Jianjian Valley has existed for millions of years, and it is considered one of the oldest sects in Wanfa Tianxia. In millions of years, only ten immortal soldiers have been built.

And the subduing demon pestle in the hands of the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple was actually a Buddhist fairy weapon.

One end is in the shape of a vajra, the other end is in the shape of a triangular edge with a pointed end, and in the middle there are three Buddha heads as handles, one for laughing, one for anger, and one for scolding.

This fairy weapon has been handed down since ancient times, and it is usually used by Buddhist esoteric sects to practice subjugation.

It's a pity that in this world, the miscellaneous secrets of Tantric Buddhism have been lost, or other Buddhist teachings have been derived, and this subduing magic pestle fell into the hands of the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple for some reason.

This is definitely considered unkind.

But it doesn't matter, this subduing magic pestle will soon change its owner.

Lin Xun's thought flashed, and his figure instantly appeared beside the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple. After he stabbed him with a spear, the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple hurriedly rotated the subduing magic pestle to block it.

"boom!"

The Patriarch of Dahuanxi Temple was sent flying by Lin Xun's casual stab, and knocked down a mountain peak, and his whole body was embedded in it.

"Clank." The magic gun fired instantly.

"Huh? What did you say? The subduing magic pestle is bound by a magic circle, so he can use it? The subduing magic pestle has not actually recognized the master? He can't exert the full strength of the subduing magic pestle?"

"Clang clank" the magic gun fired again.

"Acknowledging the master, can you beat it too?"

"Zheng" the magic gun Ansha raised his proud little gun head, looking a little proud.

"You're a clothes-horse proud of a hammer." Lin Xun slapped it on the head.

The magic gun twisted its body from side to side, as if playing a small temper, but when Lin Xun raised his hand, it immediately became honest.

"However, I want to see the true strength of this subduing magic pestle, otherwise I won't have much fun."

Lin Xun thought for a while, and then smiled crookedly.

The next moment, endless blood and devilish energy emanated from the bodies of Yu Linxun and Demon Gun Ansha!

Lin Xun is not a good person at all, before meeting Wangchen, it is not wrong for Lin Xun to say that he is a devil.

As for the magic gun dark brake.

Ansha was born in ancient times with the blood sacrifice of hundreds of millions of people.

In the hundreds of millions of years that followed, every time the magic gun Ansha killed a person, it drained his blood.

He is even unhappy, and will suck the blood of the so-called "master" at any time.

For Magic Gun Ansha, since birth, there has been no so-called master at all.

The so-called master is nothing more than a reserve of dry food, the kind that can be eaten at any time.

Therefore, every master of the magic gun Ansha either died of being invaded by the devil's energy, or Ansha got bored and sucked the other party's essence and blood to death. None of them had a good end.

The Demon Spear is in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, unless the Ten Thousand Demon Sect is in crisis, otherwise, the Ten Thousand Demon Sect master will never use it, because as soon as he uses it, he is afraid that he will be gone.

At that time, when the head of the Wanmo sect took the eight-year-old Lin Xun to the arsenal to choose the three major demon soldiers, he was strictly advised not to touch the spear.

But Lin Xun didn't even think about it, and directly held the magic gun Ansha in his hand.

The master of Wanmo Sect was taken aback, thinking that his genius disciple was about to perish.

But who knew that in the future, the magic gun and Ansha would be successfully trained by the living.
In the end, not to mention Ansha absorbing the master's blood essence, if the magic gun Ansha wants to absorb the blood of the loser, he still needs Lin Xun's permission.

The patriarch of Dahuanxi Temple who was trapped in the mountain peak did not expect that the opponent's casual shot would be so powerful!

Even if it hadn't been for the blow just blocked by the subduing magic pestle.

I am afraid that I am already dead.

With the blessing of the magic circle, I am already in the stage of ascension!The opponent has lowered to half-level, even if it is the late stage of Ascension, it is only in the middle stage!

But there is a difference of half a small realm.

Why would I be helpless? !
"Go away!"

This idea popped into the mind of the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple, and when the green hill that Dahuanxi Temple planned to keep was there, suddenly, the subduing magic pestle in his hand flew towards Lin Xun as if stimulated!

Seeing the demon pestle in his hand fly out uncontrollably, the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple naturally followed!

After all, this is an immortal weapon passed down in ancient times, so there is no room for loss!

And when the ancestor of Dahuanxi Temple saw the scene outside the mountain, he was overjoyed instantly.

Outside the mountain, the subduing magic pestle was suspended in the air, and the spirit of the weapon appeared on its own initiative.

The [-]-meter-tall golden Arhat Qi Ling held the main body of the Subduing Demon Pestle, standing in front of Lin Xun like a mountain!

(End of this chapter)