Infinity Throne

really.

It was similar to what Yi Lin had guessed at first.

On the third night, the people squatting in the grass couldn't stand it any longer, so they unanimously covered their faces and launched an attack on the Golden Temple.

Among the people who attacked the Golden Temple, some were just ordinary martial arts warriors who did not understand the art, and some were wielding strange weapons with shining lights and seemed to be quite powerful.

Some people go up the mountain carrying torches, killing people and burning houses when they see them.

Not long after, a blazing fire lit up the sky.

The shouts of killing penetrated the night, and Yi Lin finally reluctantly closed the secret book. He was excited to read it, but was disturbed by this attack.

"boom!"

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a pillar of fire rose into the sky. More than a dozen figures were blown away by the sudden pillar of fire. They descended the mountain at the speed of light, and all their bodies fell to the ground.

"Xiaohu threw a grenade."

Yi Lin nodded. Although Yi Lin didn't know what kind of fish Wang Xiaohu was involved in, he even used grenades. It seemed that he had encountered some kind of crisis.

But I have to say that the luck of this cargo is pretty good. Among so many grenades, the only one that can explode was found by Wang Xiaohu, so he is pretty lucky.

Before Wang Xiaohu set off, Yi Lin left a female nail for Xiaohu in advance. At a critical moment, Wang Xiaohu easily broke off the female nail and asked Yi Lin for help. Even Wang Xiaohu didn't panic, so Yi Lin didn't panic.

About twenty minutes later.

The Golden Temple undergoes another unexpected event.

Waves of loud chanting suppressed the shouts of killing.

A translucent cover with bright golden light, as if it were virtual and real, rushed from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Yi Lin squinted her eyes and looked at the golden cover. When she saw it, she suddenly became focused.

The golden cover was not a strange thing, but more than twenty monks with no grass on their heads, gathered together. At the same time, golden light swaying like flames ignited on their bodies, and those lights condensed into a cover.

The cover seemed to be some kind of magic. The robbers' weapons landed on the golden cover with a thud, making ripples, but they couldn't break through.

"That's interesting."

Yi Lin saw it wonderfully. The cover was obviously released by the eminent monks of Heian Temple. It was invulnerable to fire and water. It was a turtle-shell-like skill. It also took into account special effects and was very domineering.

Right now.

Yi Lin frowned, and in the distant night sky, a bright meteor quickly passed by.

He barely hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, he hid the spirits of the three relatives and mothers who were hesitant to speak, and stepped into Jian Nanchun's warning range without saying a word.

really.

When Yi Lin stepped into that circle, the feeling of being secretly spied on in Sanpinxuan appeared again, making Yi Lin feel a little uncomfortable.

Yi Lin pretended not to know, with a hint of nervousness appearing on her round face. Taking advantage of the shadow of the trees and the night, like a fledgling young man, he quietly moved towards the top of the mountain.

The shouts of death were all concentrated in the direction of the Golden Temple, but Yi Rin didn't meet many people along the way, perhaps because they were not unlucky enough to meet Yi Rin in the vast woods. Ten minutes later, Yi Lin arrived at the foot of the mountain.

There were already many corpses along the way. Yi Lin looked at the death conditions of the corpses and discovered another thing.

"These people who attacked the Golden Temple are not the same group?"

The monks are still breaking through and going down the mountain, but corpses have appeared here. What does it mean? Quite simply, these corpses died at the hands of "companions". In other words, they seem to be working together, but in fact they belong to different camps. Once they take action, they will not recognize their relatives and will kill anyone who is not in their own camp.

This can also explain why hundreds of monks and bandits gathered together and were able to survive for three days and two nights. It seems that there is a reason why they are restraining each other.

After understanding this, Yi Lin didn't panic anymore.

After walking for a while, Yi Lin found a dog squatting in the grass furtively, pretending to be Voldemort. These ten people were obviously thinking of "the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows behind", but what they didn't expect was that under the Behind the oriole, there are hunters.

Yi Lin carefully felt the movement around him, carefully avoiding exposing more of his strength. After thinking for a moment, he took out a few "Situ Spiral Fire Grenade", or "Spiral Bomb" for short, from his pocket. Like scattering beans on the ground, throw them into the grass.

"call--"

After throwing it away, Yi Lin quickly ran a few steps, leaped forward, and lay down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A continuous sound of explosions flooded the maple forest, and accompanied by violent shaking, the dozen or so Voldemorts squatting in the grass did not even see the back of the "hunter". Lost consciousness, life or death uncertain.

After easily dealing with this group of people, Yi Lin let out a joyful laugh. He clapped his hands and got up from the grass with a black face. When he was about to continue to the Golden Temple, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Who are you?"

Yi Lin looked back, with a suitable expression on her face. On his face, there were three parts of vigilance, three parts of surprise, three parts of surprise, and one part of complacency that did not need to be hidden at all.

I saw a woman wearing a plain dress, carrying a square sword box behind her, standing quietly in the maple forest.

The firelight ignited around her reflected on the woman's face, making her exquisite and delicate facial features extraordinarily three-dimensional.

Her thin lips were pursed slightly, and there was no emotion on her face. The way she looked at Yi Lin was as if she were looking at a dead object, like wild flowers, stones, or crickets in the grass on the roadside. No ripples.

"That's what I wanted to ask!" Yi Lin said in a childish tone, raised her chin slightly, nuzzled at the woman, and asked: "You jumped out without making a sound, do you want to scare people to death?"

Qiang~

The woman slowly stretched out two fingers, like a sharp sword. She opened and closed her eyes, with an imperceptible coldness in the depths of her eyes, and asked the second question: "Where do you learn from me?"

When the woman stretched out her sword finger, a cold light shone in the sword box behind her, and the sound of the sword sounded like the chirping of cicadas on a summer night, buzzing in Yi Lin's ears.

Yi Lin's expression changed, and she suddenly felt blood surge in her chest. Maybe she was too deeply involved in the drama, so she didn't hold back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Oh my god?

So awesome?

Yi Lin also became a little more wary, secretly wondering if her pretentious steps were too unrestrained. But after spitting out the mouthful of blood, Yi Lin not only didn't feel uncomfortable, nor did she lose too much blood, but she felt that her breathing became much smoother.

"Practice indiscriminately and don't know how high the sky is."

The woman shook her head, put down her sword, ignored Yi Lin, and walked past Yi Lin like a stranger.

When the woman in plain skirt passed by Yi Lin, Yi Lin smelled a light floral fragrance, which was pure and natural.

"Junior sister, you are finally here."

Just as Yi Lin and the woman passed each other, sword light flashed in the night sky, and Jian Nanchun stepped on a flying sword and landed lightly in front of the woman. Jian Nanchun, who always liked to show off, had a hint of undetectable joy and shyness in his eyes.

"Oh oh oh--"

Yi Lin didn't stand far away and understood immediately, making a strange noise.

In Jian Nanchun's hand, there was also a man with a slumped expression.

It's Wang Xiaohu.

Jian Nanchun had never experienced the trolls from the 22nd century of modern civilization. Although he didn't understand how meaningful the "oh" was, hearing the "oh oh" in his ears always made Jian Nanchun feel very uncomfortable. It feels comfortable, as if blood is dripping from the face, and as if the ears are pregnant.

He followed the voice to Yi Lin, his expression obviously startled, and then he looked at Wang Xiaohu in his hand, and finally recognized it: "It's you?"