Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"That sounds familiar."

Xiao Lin couldn't help but sighed, "Originally, I really planned to spare you, but I have a personality, that is, I hate being threatened the most."

"Since you threatened me with such vicious words, I can only kill you."

Tomorrow, Xiong was slightly startled, seeing the murderous expression of Shenmu Xiao Lin, suddenly panicked.

"I warn you, you can't kill me!"

"Our Ming family is now an ally on the same front as the Fushan and Lanyue faction. If you dare to kill me, the leaders of the two factions will not be able to let you go, and my Ming family disciples will never die with you. !"

"I said, what I hate the most is being threatened."

Xiao Lin said indifferently: "Don't worry, if the head of the Mountain Supporting and Moon Retaining Sect is like you, I will send them to accompany you soon."

After that, Xiao Lin raised his flat palms and slowly clenched them into fists.

The tighter Xiao Lin grasped his hands, and the vines entwining Tomorrow Xiong's body tightened a bit, strangling his forehead with blue veins and his face rising into an ugly dark purple.

At the moment when Xiao Lin completely clenched his fists, several vines gathered together, and Ming Xiong's body exploded directly, and he died suddenly on the spot.

Seeing this bloody scene, the other disciples of the Ming family foamed at the mouth or twitched all over, and they all fainted.

"Guardless brat."

Xiao Lin snorted and sneered, then slowly turned around and looked at Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu still hugged Mrs. Own and lowered his head deeply. It seemed that Xiao Lin's killing of Tomorrow Xiong in one blow did not cause any disturbance to him at all.

Looking at Madam Chen who was pale and dying, Xiao Lin frowned slightly: "Your wife hasn't died yet, so why treat death like home?"

"Mr. Xiao, don't comfort me."

Chen Jiu said hoarsely: "She is a woman who has no power to bind a chicken. She was chopped twice by Tomorrow Xiong. Each of them hurt the key. How could she survive."

Shenmu Xiao Lin smiled slightly, and immediately folded his hands together, with light green dust condensed in his palms.

"Wood spirit, dead wood comes in spring!"

Xiao Lin muttered in a low voice, and the green dust floated away from his palm and spread to Madam Chen Jiu's body.

Chen Jiu was suspicious, not knowing what Xiao Lin was doing.

But the next second he was shocked to discover that where the dust had been spread, the two hideous bloodstains on his wife's abdomen and back of the heart had healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing new flesh and new skin.

Soon, the wife’s injuries recovered as before, she slowly opened her eyes, and whispered: "Husband, are we... in the kingdom of heaven?"

Chen Jiu couldn't be as dead as he was just now, and the hand holding his wife was trembling, and he stood up abruptly with excitement.

"Madam, we are still alive! It was Mr. Xiao who killed those scum, and he saved our lives again!"

Mrs. Chen Jiu was taken aback, seeing clearly that it was Xiao Lin who had saved her last time standing in front of her, and she was stunned for a long while.

"Xiao...Mr. Xiao..."

"Thank you for saving my husband..."

"Raise your hand."

Xiao Lin waved his hand and said with a smile: "Chen Jiu, if you can, I hope you can stay here and help me look after the running dogs of the Ming family."

"I still have something to do, I have to leave first."

Chen Jiu was puzzled and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Xiao, why did you come back to Zhongzhou on this trip?"

Xiao Lin thought for a while, then asked: "Chen Jiu, why were you and your wife being chased down and almost lost their lives."

"Of course it's because of the war."

Chen Jiu gritted his teeth and said: "Feng Yao, the leader of the Qingfeng faction, provoked the end of the war and launched the terrifying Zhongzhou War. As a result, countless people of the Li people were involved in the war and their families were destroyed."

"Yes, I came to Zhongzhou on this trip to quell this war."

Xiao Lin smiled and said, "Because I don't want to see tragedies like you and your wife happen again, let alone see the countless innocent people of Li people being affected by the war, leading to family destruction."

After all, Xiao Lin was not staying any longer, waved to Chen Jiu, and then wandered away.

Looking at Xiao Lin's stalwart but stalwart back figure, Chen Jiu and his wife were silent for a long time, and they couldn't help kneeling on the ground.

"The sky opens his eyes..." Chen Jiu murmured to himself with two clear tears from the corners of his eyes: "The common people are finally saved, and Zhongzhou is finally saved!"

...

The highest peak in Zhongzhou is called Broken Cloud Mountain. According to legend, this mountain is so high that only the strong can climb to the top of Broken Cloud Mountain.

And if those weak people with high self-esteem want to climb Broken Cloud Mountain forcibly, they will be besieged by the cloud eagle guarding Broken Cloud Mountain in the middle of the climb, killed and thrown under the cliff.

The reason why Feng Yao, the leader of the Qingfeng faction, chose this place as the main battlefield of the Zhongzhou War was that on the one hand, he did not want too many people to come up and spoil the situation; on the other hand, it was also to prove his own strength.

The foot of Broken Cloud Mountain is the closest place to the main battlefield, and it is also the place where the battle is most intense.

Qingfeng, Lanyue, and Fushan, the three major factions representing the facade of Zhongzhou, all mobilized all the elites in the faction and gathered at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, tens of thousands of cultivators are fighting a fierce battle around the foot of the mountain.

The Lanyue faction and the Fushan faction joined forces to fight the Qingfeng faction together. However, Qingfeng sent a large number of players and Cultivation Base was even better, so the two sides played each with casualties.

Two of them played the most fiercely. One was Elder Fengshu of the Qingfeng faction who had been taught by Xiao Lin not long ago, and the other was Lin Mo, who was promoted to the top master of the Fushan faction.

"Lin Mo, are you too weak?"

Feng Shu held a battle axe in his hand and continuously launched aggressive offensives, seemingly easy to do.

"With your strength, you deserve to be called the top master of the Fushan faction?"

Lin Mo held two short knives in a fierce confrontation with Feng Shu, but because of the falling wind, he had to concentrate on defending the enemy, resulting in the ridicule of Feng Shu, and he did not have the courage to sneer at each other.

"I will kill you now, and then cut off your head. The head will definitely reward me for this!"

The corner of Feng's mouth raised a cold smile and threw it high into the sky.

"Spirit skills, ghost hunting!"

The giant axe revolved at a high speed in the air, emitting a violent gust of wind, and there were countless cold glows faintly flickering in it.

The sharp axe light constantly flew out of the gang wind, and whenever it was touched by the axe light, whether it was a disciple of the Mount Fushan, the Moon Sect, or the disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, it was wiped out in an instant, and no one was spared.

At the nearest place of the Gangfeng, Lin Mo tried his best to resist and dodge, his face was full of deep horror: "This...Is this a heavenly Cultivation Technique?!"

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