I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

  Chapter 822 Funeral Form

   "Xiao Lin! You go back to the courtyard first... Let's go to the city head"

   Jiang Yumu said anxiously.

  Currently, Xiao Lin’s injury is unknown, and he absolutely can’t stop fighting. As for Xiao Lin’s body situation, I can only wait to come back and talk about it.

   But turned around, the **** fish mud found that Xiao Lin's appearance gradually changed, and finally became a Xiao Lin's full-length doll!

   Turning his head again, Tai Er Zhenjun and others have disappeared in place, leaving only a Yin-Yang magic circle on the ground.

  At the same time, Jiang Lin, who had escaped with the substitute produced by the system, had already rushed to the city with Taier Zhenjun and others.

  In the city of Wanli, the bell still rang. In the wine shop, the man joking with the widow put a few pieces of silver on the table, and then smiled and said something to the boss and left.

  Set up a stall The Yin-Yang monk hurriedly closed the stall, pushed the cart aside, and added a hidden circle by the way, so as not to lose the guy who was eating.

  The monk who was taking a nap in the yard, thought about it, left a suicide note on the table, and put all his belongings next to the suicide note, then walked out of the yard and locked the door.

  Some monks who are exercising at the seafood market lift their pants and leave. The money must be paid.

  The Chen martial arts are accustomed to them, and they have nothing to prepare. They are nothing more than a pair of fists up and down.

  The monk who just came to Wanli City wrote a suicide note at the request of his predecessors. The first time he wrote a suicide note, it felt really strange.

  But these old men knew that if they got off the city, some of them would not be able to return.

  In less than half of the incense, tens of thousands of monks and warriors gathered on the city of Wanli.

  On this line of defense between the Haoran World and the Yaozu World, everyone will guard their own section of the city wall, but these defenders are autonomous and there is no organization.

  If a certain section of the city wall is weak offensive, then this section of the city wall can allow the "newcomers" to experience it.

  If a certain period of the city wall offensive is particularly fierce, then monks with insufficient realm and insufficient actual combat are prohibited from leaving, but the paradise for the old birds of Wanli City.

  If you feel that there is nothing to do in this section of the city, you can go to another section of the city wall.

   All in all, Wanli City has strong offensive and defensive mobility.

  Of course, it is not that the Yaozu world has not considered doing a feint attack, and placed a few Yuanying Stage Yupu Stages in places where the offensive is weak, unexpectedly.

  But within fifty miles of Wanli City, there are three saints who sit high in the clouds.

  A cultivator at the Nascent Infant Stage and above the Nascent Infant Stage, as long as they are within fifty miles of Wanli City, they will be discovered.

  So the battle between the two worlds has no conspiracy and tactics at all, and the art of war and tactics are basically of little significance under the city of Wanli.

  The strength of both sides is the last word!

  There is a saying:

  When the Monster Race world is not attacking the city, it is either preparing for the next siege, or the force of this siege is already dead.

  When the monks of the Monster Race world appeared at the head of Wanli City, then the monks and warriors of Wanli City were all dead.

  This is the battlefield of two worlds. Thousands of blood-colored flowers will bloom in every war.

   "Sister Jiang? Did Sister Jiang find Xiao Lin?"

   "No, where is Sister Lin? Any clues?"

   "Can't find it, no one has seen Xiao Pro."

   "Sister Xiao is looking at the other end of the city, and she will send us a signal if she finds it." At this time, Qingzhu also ran over.

   "Sister Qingzhu, why did Xiao Lin hide her traces?" Chen Jia almost cried, and his eyes were watery.

   "Little married, don't worry, the son will be fine, he will have a battle with ordinary immortals in the Yupu realm of the son, and there are only a handful of them that can hurt the son."

  Qingzhu held Chen Jia's little hand, and comforted.

   "Yes, even if Xiao Lin is really off the battlefield, on the battlefield, Xiao Lin's sword aura is very recognizable, don't worry." Jiang Yuni also came to comfort him.

  If Jiang Lin saw this scene, he would probably be moved to shed two tears!

  Such a harmonious harem, isn’t it what you dream of?

  But as the saying goes, solve the foreign troubles first, and then deal with the family affairs. The harmony of the harem is currently only based on the safety of Jianglin.

  And listening to the comfort of Sister Jiang and Senior Green Bamboo, Chen Jia also nodded.

  But in fact, they said that, but in their hearts, they were still very uneasy. Everyone faintly felt that Jiang Lin was going to do something dangerous and didn't want to worry about it before hiding.

  In the conversation between the girl and others, as far as the line of sight under the city of Wanli, the dust was flying up to a height of 100 meters!

  The cultivators of Jade Heart Sect who stood on the head of the city gathered their eyes together and looked away, with just a glance, the charge of the Million Demon Army almost made their legs kneel softly.

  They had never seen so many monster races, and they had never seen such a vast formation.

  As the demon army gets closer and closer, everyone can feel the wall shaking under their feet.

  The genius young man of Dragon Sword Sect shook his long sword, his sword heart was already excited.

   Taoist Huanglong also tightened his robes, and the expression between his brows was very solemn.

  Chen Bei didn't feel much, it was just a punch.

  Qian Xiaopang stood next to the elder of his painting school. He had never missed home so much.

  Leng Bingqing and her mother Leng Yu stood on the city’s head, and the girl looked around, trying to find him.

  Leng Yu just said faintly: "Concentrate, or you will die."

  As the monster army approached quickly, the vibration under the feet of the tens of thousands of monks and warriors on the front of the city became more and more obvious.

  The newcomers did not dare to take a breath. They wanted to ask when to shoot, how to shoot, and what should they do?

   But I opened my mouth, but found myself nervously unable to utter a syllable!

  In contrast, the one nearby was crying and clamoring to go home, but the fat man who was picked up by his parents was much better.

   "This time the Yaozu world is the general attack, and the funeral form is as follows."

  Over the city of Wanli~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I remembered the voice of a Confucianist.

   "Sword Rain: The Legend of the Twelve Demon Kings, Yupu Realm, you can get a fairy soldier if you cut it."

   "Cold: The Twelve Demon King Shen Jiadi biography, Yuan Ying Triple Building, cut it to get a half immortal soldier, and a thousand top-grade spiritual stones."

   "Shui Chan: The twelve demon kings want to be the disciple, the second floor of Yuan Ying, cut it to get a half fairy soldier, and a thousand top-grade spiritual stones."

  "Sha: wild repair, unknown realm, unknown technique, collect intelligence, do not confront head-on"

   "Book Green: The first disciple of the Twelve Demon King Jing, the second floor of the Yuanying Stage, obtained a half-celestial soldier, and a thousand top-grade spiritual stones."

   "Puppet: The body is unknown. For every puppet broken, there are 500 high-grade spirit stones."

  As the voice disappeared, in everyone's mind, their faces and corresponding names appeared.

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  　　 Everyone must believe in the character of salted fish......(﹏)

  (End of this chapter)