Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 15
Mo Lin's figure flew quickly, running out of Shuangzijian, and stopped in the depths of a hidden forest.

Taking a few deep breaths, Mo Lin's face was gloomy, and he punched a big tree beside him.

After coming to this world for so many years, he has become more and more aware of the importance of strength.

The weak eat the strong, human life is as cheap as grass, kill as soon as you say, as long as you have enough force, you can control other people's life and death, he just entered the Shuangzijian by accident, and he sincerely apologized and left after just looking at it, but Mu Yao , but wanted to kill him, and didn't even give him a chance to explain, even if he was a disciple of the same school.

"The bow martial soul is several times stronger than the arrow martial soul. The arrows it shoots are powerful. They can also lock the breath to track and kill the enemy. They can't dodge at all. They can only be resolved by strong power, but the weakness of this kind of martial arts is also particularly obvious. , must not be approached, otherwise I can only be slaughtered, if I was closer to her just now, I would not retreat but advance, it should not be difficult to kill her with a single blow."

Mo Lin recalled the scene just now, and he was very satisfied with the last slash. He drew his sword and slashed as fast as a surprise. Ten days of hard training finally paid off. For the owners of the martial soul of bow and arrow, sooner or later, he will become their nightmare.

"Mu Yao."

Mo Lin secretly remembered that face that was as beautiful as a fairy but with a vicious heart. After confirming that it was safe, he found some dry firewood and started to light a fire to roast his clothes.

The flames were whistling, and soon the clothes were dried. Mo Lin extinguished the fire and was about to leave when he suddenly heard an unusual sound outside. Following the sound, two disciples from the outer sect of the Jueqing Sect came in and left. Mo Lin recognized the two of them from far away, it turned out to be Kun Shan and Su Lin.

The conversation between the two came over.

"Mo Lin hasn't seen him for quite a while, is there anything wrong?" Kun Shan said.

"Probably not. I heard that he went to the Martial Skill Pavilion to borrow martial arts a few days ago." Su Lin replied.

"Really? That's good. I'm worried that Du Zhuang's brother will make trouble for him. It's fine. I'll look for him later. Yesterday, an unlucky inner disciple was besieged by a herd of beasts and unfortunately died. I never He picked up this saber technique from him, which happened to be practiced by Mo Lin."

"Really? What kind of knife technique?"

"Top grade yellow, "Eight Directions Thunder"."

"Wow, top grade Huang, it seems that there is no such book in the Martial Arts Pavilion."

"I've checked and it's not there. That's why I kept it for Mo Lin. I hope he likes it."

A lazy voice came into the ears of the Kunshan duo.

"Keep something good for me? If it's for nothing, who wouldn't like it?"

Mo Lin came out from behind the tree with a smile on his face.

"Merlin! Is that you?"

Su Lin greeted her with a face full of joy: "Where have you been hiding these days? I thought something happened to you."

"Haha, this guy's ears are really sharp. Whenever he hears something to take, he pops up." Kunshan was also very happy. He took out a book with a yellowed cover from his arms, and handed it forward: "Here, a greeting gift."

Mo Lin had heard the conversation between the two a long time ago, and he felt warm in his heart. People have two faces. Right and wrong, good and evil can't be seen just by looking at the outside. The words behind them are the truth. Kunshan is worth talking about.

""Eight Directions Thunder"?"

Mo Lin opened it and took a look, and was immediately attracted by the exquisite moves inside.

"It's too expensive."

Kunshan laughed and said, "What's valuable, they are all brothers from the same school. Anyway, I don't need it, so I will give it to you."

Seeing Kunshan's simple and honest smile, Mo Lin was moved again. Huang-level high-grade martial arts are very valuable, and there are not many martial arts pavilions in the Ruining Sect. Kunshan just gave it to him. This friendship should be cherished.

"Okay, then I'm not going to be polite, I'll accept it first."

Mo Lin put away "Eight Directions Thunder", and asked the two of them how they were going these days, only to find out that they wanted to hunt monsters on the nearby mountains.

"Mo Lin, let's go together. With you in the team, we don't have to be afraid even if we encounter high-level monsters." Su Lin warmly invited Mo Lin.

"Okay, as long as you two don't think I'm an eyesore, then I'll join in the fun."

Mo Lin joked, Su Lin froze for a moment, her face turned red when she realized it, and she said coquettishly, "Mo Lin, what are you talking about?"

Kun Shan didn't understand what Mo Lin meant, so he said solemnly, "Why would it be an eyesore? If we go with you, it's too late for us to be happy, right Su Lin?"

Kunshan's silly look reminded Mo Lin of Mo Niu, knowing that he really didn't understand what he was talking about, the three of them reunited rarely, talking and laughing as they walked towards the mountain.

Su Lin in Kunshan has become a third-level warrior now. The two often hunt together and cooperate with each other tacitly. It’s like the first time they encounter monsters without Mo Lin’s help. The monsters in the nearby mountains are not very good. Powerful, Mo Lin just took the opportunity to practice "Eight Directions Thunder Movement" when he was idle and bored.

One day passed quickly, and the three of them gained a lot. When the beast pills were finally distributed, under Mo Lin's insistence, he only left a few third-level beast pills, and gave all the first- and second-level beast pills to Kunshan Su. Lin two.

After becoming a seventh-level warrior, the soul energy transformed by the first-level and second-level beast pills became less and less, which was already a drop in the bucket for Mu Yang. Only the third-level and above beast pills barely interested him.

However, for Mu Yang, Beast Pill means soul energy, and it is another matter for Su Lin.

"I heard that the Zongmen's Chongmai Dan will be released in two days. This time it is three times the amount of the last time. It would be great if I could change some."

Su Lin looked at the buckskin bag containing half a Pocket Beast Pill and said.

Chongmai Pill is a kind of elixir that can assist warriors in their cultivation. It has a great effect on the Chongmai Realm Wu Xiu's impact on the pulse barrier, but it is expensive, and it cannot be exchanged by ordinary outer disciples.

Mo Lin's heart moved, yes, because he has Yin-Yang Wuhun, he absorbed all the beast pills into soul energy, and even forgot about the Chongmai pill. Now that he is a seventh-level warrior, the transformation ability of the beast pill has been greatly reduced. If there is a chance to switch to Chongmai Pill, maybe he can open the eighth soul vein in one fell swoop.

When the strength increases, the power of drawing a sword and slashing will also increase. Even facing a warrior of the ninth level of Chongmai Realm, he will be able to fight.

Seven days later, deep in a dense forest.The saber energy is like a rainbow, the strong wind howls, and there are constant thunder and lightning flashes. An elegant young figure flashes and moves in the forest, leaving an afterimage like an illusion. The steel knife in his hand is surrounded by thunder and light, and the light of the knife passes by. , The trees burst, flying sand and rocks.

Boom boom boom...

The big trees burst in the thunder and fell to the ground in all directions.

"In just seven days, I have practiced "Eight Directions Thunder" to the state of Dzogchen. Is this still human?"

Kun Shan was dumbfounded watching from the sidelines. He had also read through Bafang Leidong. It was said that it would take a month and a half at the fastest to practice the final form of Leidong Bafang Book. Mo Lin could actually make the sound of thunder with every knife, obviously he had already mastered it. The state of Dzogchen was only seven days before and after, so how could he not be shocked.

(End of this chapter)