The Museum of Beasts

There is no corpse air resistance, even if the tiger’s body is severely injured, it can recover in a short time. It is clearly written in the Taoist book that the tiger’s body is the strongest among the six beasts. Jun said that, it must be true, and besides being able to be tortured by the horrible corpse for hundreds of years, he can resist it hard, the Tiger Daoist can really be called the strongest physical body.

Regardless of the tigers for the time being, Lin Jin focused on the headless zombies at this time.

The forced immortal eclipse refining corpse qi naturally rushed to the arm of the headless zombie. At this moment, two different corpse qi were fighting frantically and swallowing each other.

But no matter which side is the weak, so this fight is obviously caught in some kind of fierce battle, no one can do anything.

Lin Jin was watching nervously on the sidelines. He wanted to make sure that this was done according to his script and that nothing else could happen. Otherwise, if he loses control, Shu Xiaolou will be the first to suffer.

At this moment, the corpse qi on the headless zombie's body rose sharply. It seems that it was stimulated by the corpse eclipse refining qi, so the originally suppressed power was also loosened and began to move violently.

As a result, the headless zombies are struggling, trying to get rid of the suppression of the Fengmojian.

The situation is not good.

Lin Jin saw it really. At this time, the headless zombies had the upper hand. Obviously, this situation was not what Lin Jin wanted to happen. If the eclipse corpse refining energy cannot suppress the headless zombies, even the headless zombies can resist the magic sword. Suppression, then the next situation will be troublesome.

Fortunately, Lin Jin was prepared.

He flicked the needle, pierced the many big holes on the headless zombies, and used the cast body to refine the needles to suppress the headless zombies together. Besides that, Lin Jin saw the timing, and flew over, holding a hand. Throw the lock demon pill into the big mouth of the headless zombie abdomen.

It doesn't work well, it doesn't hurt to try.

What Lin Jin wants now is to be tenable. He even has a plan to use this opportunity to completely suppress or even control the headless zombies.

In this way, the painting world of Shu Xiaolou does not need to be eroded.

At this moment, the headless zombies have been hit by all sides, and the corpse energy that was crazy and restless has gradually weakened, and they have begun to form a certain balance with each other as Lin Jin had expected before.

At this time, the Eclipse Immortal Refining Qi may be chasing and completely occupying the body of the headless zombie, but the silver needle that Lin Jin left in the zombie's body began to move, releasing the zombie corpse Qi. At this time, the Eclipse Immortal Refining the corpse Qi There is no alternative.

The balance is formed.

It's a bit like stacking wood to make a tower, one by one, to ensure balance and stability, until the last building block is put on, the tower can be maintained, that's it.

Now Lin Jin is doing the same thing.

It seems very simple, but in fact it requires extremely powerful magical powers, and it takes time. After the headless zombies fall asleep again and the corpse gas stops spreading, Lin Jin realizes that several hours have passed, and so did he himself. Sweat profusely.

Manipulating the silver needle is also extremely exhausting.

Fortunately, things are temporarily suppressed.

This result was pretty good, it solved the trouble of Eclipse Refining Corpse Qi, and also borrowed the Eclipse Refining Corpse Qi to further suppress the headless zombies. The slow spread of Corpse Qi before was also controlled at this time.

But Lin Jin was still a little dissatisfied.

Because he found that the lock demon pill he stuffed into the stomach of the headless zombie didn't seem to come in handy.

It can only be said that headless zombies are different from ordinary monsters.

The corpse qi surrounding the black pulp has also ceased, but the range of the previous spread has exceeded a thousand feet. It is always a huge hidden danger that these things are difficult to remove, but at the moment, Lin Jin has no other better way, only For the time being, wait until you find a way to deal with it.

When the matter is resolved, the tigers feel the strongest.

After all, the corpse energy that has tortured him for hundreds of years is gone, and the whole body is too relaxed. The original pain that has been torturing him all the time has disappeared without a trace. Obviously, this has made the tiger Taoist feel for the first time in hundreds of years. It's called refreshing.

"Brother Lin!" Tiger Daoist stepped forward at this time and bowed.

This kind of great kindness, it’s nothing for the tiger to give a big gift, but Lin Jin hurriedly helped the tiger to take a few words of relief. In this way, the honest and upright tigers will admire more and the friendship will naturally deepen. Up a layer.

Lin Jin raised his head and glanced at the Shu Xiaolou. The latter understood, and with a wave of his hand, he completely closed this layer of painting, and the three of them were in the Peach Blossom House in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, Lin Jin also took the holy man to thank the book Xiaolou, who also accepted it calmly.

She had paid the most. After all, such fierce things as headless zombies are sealed in her painting world. You don't need to ask to know that it has a great influence on her painting world.

It's just that Shu Xiaolou never said it.

Lin Jin knows her temperament, if it is indifferent, she may advertise it, and then come to ask for credit or even complain about it.

But if it is really serious, she won't say a word, she will silently carry it down by herself.

Lin Jin knows the book Xiaolou.

It was like Shu Xiaolou knew him.

The previous second, Shu Xiaolou seemed to be still angry about something, but the next second, she seemed to have made a new discovery, and the previous anger was also instantly forgotten.

"Lin Jin, what is the one hanging on your waist?" Shu Xiaolou stared at the Qingfeng Demon Sword on Lin Jin's waist, with an excitement of discovering good things in his eyes.

Lin Jin hurriedly took down the Qingfeng Demon Sword. He originally planned to find time to consult Shu Xiaolou. After all, Shu Xiaolou, the painting spirit, must know the spirits of the world better than himself.

"This is a sword that has become a refined sword. You can see Shu Xiaolou." Lin Jin handed it over, and the latter reached out and took it without any embarrassment.

"Really ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sword Spirit, rare, rare!" Shu Xiaolou beamed with joy. At this moment, it was like returning to the old days of Peach Blossom House in the academy.

The tiger on the side tried to interrupt a few times, but finally held back.

He looked at this sword, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became. In the end, he thought to himself, isn't this the leader of the Qingfeng banner in the Black Wind Cave? Unexpectedly, he was surrendered by Brother Lin.

This point is also admired by the holy man, knowing that he can't do it.

Shu Xiaolou looked left and right with the sword, and wanted to draw it out, but no matter how she drew it, the sword couldn't get out of the sheath even a tiny bit, as if it was welded to the scabbard.

"Forget it, this sword spirit has recognized the master, I can't pull it out, but this sword must be a big one. The sword spirit on it is mellow, and its age is probably much older than me." Shu Xiaolou said. Such a sentence.

Lin Jin's heart jumped after listening.

If this was said by others, Lin would not take it seriously as much as possible, but what he said from the mouth of Shu Xiaolou would have to be taken seriously.