Chapter 866

So far, everything is in Lin Beichen's script.

The king of the sword in front of us, the fan in the microblog app, has been fixed at 18.65 million.

Lin Beichen looked at his fans.

6.5 million.

Oh, it's up, too.

And it went up by more than a million.

Milk thought.

He was overjoyed.

Although not ready to enter Shinto, but rising powder is always an exciting thing, isn't it?

And with more fans, there's more to do.

Even with Lin's character, you can cut leeks.

In the future, we can set a sky high price for "taking over work".

opposite side.

The Lord of the sword dissipates the sword in his hand. Yuli stands in the void and looks at Lin Beichen quietly and steadily. His eyes are full of the desire to recognize and explore again.

"How did you do that?"

She asked softly.

It's a real soft voice.

The voice is softer than ever.

Lin Beichen raised his middle finger, rubbed his eyebrows, and said: "this... Is very difficult to explain."

"I don't want to say it."

The voice of the Lord of the sword was cold.

However, in the next moment, she seemed to feel that she had gone a little too far, so it was unusually cloudy and sunny. She added, "everyone has his own secret. If you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

Yo?

This big shark has become docile.

Lin Beichen's eyes brightened.

This is my influence.

Hei hei, there are several gestures with profound meaning in the "Ode to the great sorrow of yin and Yang"... Er bah, it's a move. She always didn't cooperate in the past. Strike while the iron is hot tonight. May I have a good try?

Lin Beichen was about to say something when his pupils suddenly shrank.

Because he saw, in the void in the distance, a light dark yellow dense figure around him, like a mass of weightless ghost, slowly emerged.

The facial features are the appearance of a thousand grass gods.

He's not dead yet.

So quietly, like a ghost.

As the "thousand grass God" gently raised his arm, a dark yellow dense, into the shape of a sharp arrow, flew out, quietly shooting at the heart of the Lord of the sword.

But the Lord of the sword didn't notice.

"Be careful..."

Lin Beichen's body shape is like electricity. He throws away the Lord of the sword for the first time.

The dark yellow arrow failed and flew back.

"Ha ha..."

As if it were a faint smile from a ghost, "qiancaoshen" raised his hand to hold the dark yellow arrow, and diluted it into the dark yellow dense, and integrated it into his body.

At this time, the Lord of the sword realized how dangerous it was just now.

Her whole body divine power flows to break out, protect Lin Beichen behind.

"I didn't expect that."

The "thousand grass God" looks like a floating shadow, distorted by anger and resentment: "you dog men and women, don't naive think that they just won, do you?"

The dark eyebrows of the Lord of the sword are slightly wrinkled, and there are doubts in his eyes.

The grass God is dead.

The divine body is broken.

The divinity has also died.

It can't be fake.

But now

He's in a strange state.

That dark yellow dense is clearly another kind of power - a power completely different from the heavenly fire divine power he used to exert before.

It was under the support of this power that he managed to maintain his body like smoke.

This dark yellow power, though not strong, still gave the Lord of the sword a sense of extreme danger.

Lin Beichen is also very curious to observe.

So is "qiancaoshen" in the second form?

Like the mirror clan blood devil Liang Yuandao?

However, the second form of "qiancaoshen" looks ethereal, like a wisp of smoke. There is no energy overflow. It seems that a gust of wind can blow him away, but it is extremely terrible.

The arrow that attacked the Lord of the sword just now is absolutely fatal. Lin Beichen has no doubt that if the Lord of the sword is hit, it will fall completely

After thinking about it, Lin Beichen took out death's mobile phone and began to "sweep it.".

"Ding."

"It is found that [parasitic puppet], a god whose form and spirit have all been destroyed, can survive by relying on the power of higher order gods, and can borrow part of the power of the host. On the premise of the survival of the host, it is almost immortal..."

"Weakness: only the power to restrain the host can destroy it."

Several messages pop up.

Lin Beichen's face turned green when he saw it.

Never die, never die?

Do you want to be so perverted.

"I see..."

The Lord of the sword also found the clue. There was a dignified color on his beautiful face, but there was also a sneer in his eyes. He said: "you are an extraterrestrial God, and you are willing to be a dog controlled by others. It's really sad."

"Thanks to you."

The expression of "qiancaoshen" was extremely distorted because of anger: "I was expected to become an orthodox God and enjoy the worship. Originally, I had reached the peak of my long life. It was you who killed my divinity. I had no choice."

It's so fresh.

Lin Beichen's Secret stomach Fei.

It's you who'll fight for the throne of the shark first.

Isn't there any resistance?

"And you..."

"Thousand grass God" looks at Lin Beichen. His eyes seem to be spraying angry flames. He wants to eat Lin Beichen's flesh and blood. He says: "if it wasn't for you, I would have killed this bitch... You... You stinking mortal. I don't know what secret is hidden in you, but you must die today and pay the price."

Lin Beichen raised his middle finger.

I didn't rub my eyebrows.

In his mind, there was a flicker of confidence from "sweeping" and a deep thought.

"Who is your parasitic God from the temple of the great wilderness?"

He asked suddenly.

"Well? Saw it? You know a lot

The "thousand grass God" sneered and said, "but it's no use. You have to die. It's no use saying more... [the wasteland covers the sky]!"

The voice is not lost.

He raised his left arm, and the dark yellow arm and palm of the ancestor god suddenly expanded and turned into a huge hand covering the sky, facing Lin Beichen and Jianzhi

Lord, take it.

"Tianshuang... Endless chop."

King Qinghe, the master of the sword, directly opened the big move.

The blade ice storm composed of endless sword light swept up.

Whew, whew!

The light of the sword passed through the dark yellow hand, as if it were penetrating the air.

But the giant hand was not affected at all.

With a slap, the ice storm of the sword blade was scattered. It was easy to break the master of the sword's extreme way move [Tianshuang endless chop], and then he continued to shoot them like an avalanche.

"Flash."

Lin Beichen pulls the Lord of the sword and retreats quickly.

"Hahaha, did you flash?"

The "thousand grass God" laughs wildly, and the thousand meter giant palm suddenly splits and turns into countless thin and long whip tentacles. The speed of light spreads and flies through the void

Pop!

Lin Beichen's speed is already extremely fast. He had already dodged, but he didn't know why, but he was still hit by the dark yellow tentacle.

"Poof."

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The body seems to be cracked, unprecedented pain.

A body of inborn Xuan Qi is almost instantly dispersed.

suppress!

This is the divine power's suppression of the mortal Xuanqi.

Lin Beichen's heart is clear.

It's broken.

"It's the power of the great wilderness..."

Twelve pairs of sword wings open behind the Lord of the sword, holding Lin Beichen, flickering rapidly as if in a blink, avoiding the blow of the dark yellow tentacle whip, and saying loudly: "it's the power of the God of belief in the great wilderness temple. The martial arts of mortals are not enough to fight... Be careful."

Boom!

As she spoke, she was hit by dozens of dark yellow tentacles at the same time. The Lord of the sword resisted with his sword wings and even flew out with Lin Beichen.

In an instant, the blade of the sword broke inch by inch.

A broken sword is like a broken feather, falling and withering in the void.

Rolling.

The power of the dark yellow and dense "great wilderness power" is really terrible.

The situation suddenly turned to one side.

The gap is so big that Lin Beichen and the Lord of the sword can hardly see hope.

"Hahaha, how about the role exchange? Do you feel despair?"

"Thousand grass God" looks up to heaven and laughs.

In his eyes, there is the cruelty of cat and mouse.

Countless dark yellow tentacle ropes spread wildly, shuttling through the space, instantly forming a cage several kilometers in diameter, trapping Lin Beichen and the Lord of the sword

It's not good.

Lin Beichen was shocked.

It's going to be closed and caught

Bah, I caught a turtle in a jar.

"It's too late. Listen, I'll take you out, seize the chance, run away, and don't come back..."

The Lord of the sword, black hair, dances wildly and his tone is very firm.

Her whole body's divine power, starts to burn crazily, urges.

"What are you doing?"

In Lin Beichen's heart, rises a kind of not very good premonition.

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