Fairy Tree

The shrill screams echoed in the belly of the mountain.

The moment she was wrapped in the flames of the Fire-Splitting Bead, the strangely dressed woman only had time to let out half a scream before the sound stopped abruptly.

The place where the strangely dressed woman stood originally was left with only a dark pit half a foot deep. Apart from that, everything turned into nothingness.

Seeing the fate of the strangely dressed woman, Xiao Lin's eyelids also jumped a few times. The power of the Fire-Splitting Bead was too terrifying. In comparison, his own Great Perfection Fireball Technique was not as good.

The pale-faced man looked extremely ugly. He stared at the monk surnamed Wang, whose fish-scale magic weapon was shattered on the ground and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. The coldness in his eyes was exposed.

"You actually possess the Fire-Splitting Pearl. It seems that Zhao really underestimated you."

"If you hadn't forced Wang into a desperate situation, how could Wang sacrifice this Fire-Splitting Pearl that can severely injure even a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage?" Gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the cultivator surnamed Wang forced a smile on his pale face.

"It is rumored that only the Jindan ancestor can have the Fire-Splitting Pearl. He sealed a small amount of true fire in his body in the Hunling Pearl and put it in the Earth Fire Pool. After several years of nurturing, it can be formed. Even if a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage is attacked by the Fire-Splitting Pearl, even if he doesn't die, he will most likely be seriously injured."

"It is rumored that the Fire-Splitting Pearl once appeared in the Snow Ridge Immortal City. In the end, it was purchased by a disciple of a cultivation family for tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones. Could that person be you?" The pale-faced man did not kill him, but looked at the cultivator surnamed Wang with a gloomy face and said.

"Tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones? Tsk tsk, how could a casual cultivator like me have such a rich fortune? That man was just unlucky and was blocked outside the fairy city by Wang." The cultivator surnamed Wang did not hide his words, but directly told his deeds of killing people and stealing treasures.

"As expected." The pale-faced man nodded.

"But you killed Zhao's Taoist partner, this account cannot be easily settled. I was thinking of sending you back to reincarnation, but now it is impossible. Let Zhao extract your soul and refine it into the [Soul Burning Lamp], light it for a period of sixty years, and then let you completely disappear into ashes."

These words were said slowly by the pale-faced man, but when they entered the ears of the cultivator surnamed Wang, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Haha, if you want to extract the soul and refine the spirit from Wang, don't dream about it. Wang will never let you succeed even if he dies." The face of the monk surnamed Wang changed drastically, and his eyes showed a resolute look. A bright red suddenly appeared on his pale face.

The pale-faced man saw the change in the face of the monk surnamed Wang, sneered, pointed with one hand, and a yellowish-brown magic power suddenly shot out and hit the body of the monk surnamed Wang.

The monk surnamed Wang was like a deflated ball, and the bright red on his face also quietly retreated, but his face was full of fear.

"You, if you have the ability, give Wang a quick death. Doing the dirty work of extracting souls and refining spirits, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?" Seeing that his plan to expose his Dantian Qi Sea was discovered, the monk surnamed Wang immediately showed a miserable look on his face. Extracting souls and refining spirits is definitely the most cruel punishment for cultivators.

Thinking of the miserable state of his soul being burned by the flames every day, unable to live or die, Monk Wang could not help but feel disheartened.

"Suffering punishment from heaven? You are a high-level cultivator of Qi Refining. Do you think Zhao will believe such absurd statements that fool ordinary people? You'd better let Zhao extract your soul." Monk Zhao walked towards Monk Wang with a gloomy face.

Just when Monk Wang was full of despair, nine lavender fist-sized fireballs shot towards Monk Zhao from all directions like arrows.

Monk Zhao's face changed drastically, and he instinctively threw the small hammer in his hand at the fireballs. At the same time, he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a leaf emitting a blazing green light floated out of it. The leaf flashed lightly and reached the top of Monk Zhao's head.

From the leaf, a round khaki light shield expanded, barely wrapping Monk Zhao's body, and several fireballs were already in front of him.

Although the small hammer magic weapon blocked one of the fireballs, Xiao Lin cast nine large fireballs, and the remaining eight fireballs hit the green light shield almost in no particular order.

"Boom boom boom" The fireballs exploded one after another when they touched the green light shield, and the scorching flames instantly wrapped the monk surnamed Zhao in it.

After a few breaths, the embarrassed figure of the monk surnamed Zhao appeared. His robe was shattered, and the leaf magic weapon had already dissipated the green light, and the entire leaf surface was covered with dense cracks.

But when he just summoned the small hammer magic weapon into his hand, seven blade-shaped phantoms about ten feet long fell towards him in the air, and at the same time, nine huge lavender fireballs also expanded rapidly in his pupils again.

"No..." The pale face of the cultivator surnamed Zhao suddenly turned gray, and deep fear appeared in his eyes. He never dreamed that an inconspicuous and seriously injured cultivator of the seventh level of Qi Refining could actually cultivate a primary spell of the Great Perfection level.

And Xiao Lin, who had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, had already stood up in high spirits. He knew very well that for such a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he either didn't make a move or he had to kill him with one strike.

Although the monk surnamed Zhao's face was full of fear, his eyes were not panicked. A dark scale magic weapon jumped out from the bag on his waist. The scale magic weapon flashed lightly and reached the top of the monk's head. At the same time, Zhao surnamed Zhao An earthy yellow shield slowly formed in front of the monk.

"The Basic Spell of Dzogchen Returning to Earth Shield?" Xiao Lin's face condensed, and he could see at a glance that the khaki shield was a basic Dzogchen Spell. However, he did not show any surprise. All this seemed to be what he expected. within.

After all, in his opinion, he would really be surprised if a Dzogchen cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage didn't have a few cards in his hand.

"Qiang." The seven blade-shaped phantoms formed by the Seven-Blade Slash slashed on the scale magic weapon one after another. When the fifth phantom fell, the scale magic weapon fell into pieces and shattered. This scale magic weapon Although it is a high-level magic weapon, it is still unable to withstand the full blow of Xiao Lin's best magic weapon, Seven-Edge Slash.

The monk surnamed Zhao seemed to have expected such an outcome. The khaki shield in front of him took the initiative to meet him. After the seven-edged sword smashed the scale weapon, his strength had reached the end of the crossbow, and the remaining power fell on the khaki shield. When he came up, he suddenly had a bright light and disappeared without a trace.

There was a sneer on the lips of the monk surnamed Zhao. Although this person suddenly attacked him, as long as he resisted this wave of sneak attacks, he would have time to fight back. At that time, he and the monk surnamed Wang would definitely become "burning" "Soul Lamp", let him also enjoy the taste of soul refining.

But as soon as he had this thought, a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart. Before he could do anything, a black light suddenly penetrated from his chest, then made a diagonal turn and returned to Xiao Lin. The body was spinning around him constantly.

"You?" The expression of the monk surnamed Zhao suddenly froze. He lowered his head and glanced at his chest in disbelief. There was actually a hole about an inch in size in his chest, and the surrounding flesh and blood had been burnt to a burnt black. At the same time, a helpless feeling of weakness came out of his body.

"You actually hid a magic weapon?" The monk surnamed Zhao looked miserable. The small hammer magic weapon floating in the air passed through the void and hit him hard on the head. Suddenly his head cracked and blood spurted out. , a ball of earth-yellow fist-sized spiritual light shot out from the crack in the head, reaching several feet away in the blink of an eye.

"Want to run away?" This monk surnamed Zhao is also a ruthless character. After knowing that he was seriously injured, he took the initiative to smash his forehead with a small hammer and escape from the soul.

When Xiao Lin saw this, he naturally would not be kind enough to let his soul go. A lavender fireball in his hand was already ready to go. When the monk surnamed Zhao's soul was shot out of his body, the fireball had a lavender tail. Flames shot toward his soul.

A shrill scream came from a distance, Xiao Lin took a deep breath, and then came to the monk surnamed Wang with a calm face.

"We have no incomprehensible hatred for this fellow Taoist. Now that the man named Zhao is dead, I think fellow Taoist also knows that if Wang's fire-splitting bead hadn't killed that bitch, even if fellow Taoist attacked from the side, at most It can severely injure one person, but it is absolutely impossible to kill two people.”

"I hope fellow Taoist, for the sake of our joint defense against powerful enemies, I will spare my life. What happened today will definitely be rotten in Wang's stomach and will never be spread." The monk surnamed Wang saw that the monk surnamed Zhao actually died. Xiao Lin suddenly felt a sense of excitement about surviving a disaster in his hand, but when he saw Xiao Lin walking towards him with a gloomy face, his heart also "thumped".

He knew that Xiao Lin's killing of the monk named Zhao was not to save him. The moment he saw Xiao Lin sneak attack the monk named Zhao, he already understood that the man in front of him was deliberately pretending to be seriously injured by him, so as to hurt Zhao. The monk's attention turned to himself.

After thinking about this, the monk surnamed Wang naturally greeted Xiao Lin's ancestors in his heart, and felt regretful at the same time. However, the matter has come to this, and he has no power to resist now. It is better to lower his posture and maybe survive.

Xiao Lin listened quietly to the monk surnamed Wang and then smiled slightly: "What Fellow Daoist Wang said makes sense."

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Wang showed a look of joy on his face, but just when he was about to continue striking while the iron was hot, he felt a sharp pain coming from his vest. The expression on his face suddenly froze, and he watched as it passed through his chest. The fusiform magical weapon returned to Xiao Lin's hands.

"You?" The monk surnamed Wang had an expression of disbelief on his face. He thought he had a chance to survive, but he didn't expect this to be the result.

"Xiao is not going to learn how to make a soul-burning lamp like the monk surnamed Zhao. It is better to send fellow Taoist Wang to be reincarnated and start over in the next life." After saying that, he shook his hands and threw a fireball. The monk surnamed Wang was reduced to ashes, except for the storage bag around his waist, and his soul was also refined.