Chapter 808

Sure enough.

It's similar to what Irene speculated at first.

On the third night, the people squatting in the grass couldn't stand it. They all covered their faces and attacked the golden temple.

Some of the people who attacked the Golden Temple were just ordinary martial arts men who didn't understand magic. Some were wielding strange weapons. They were shining and looked very powerful.

Some people carry torches up the mountain, kill people and burn houses.

Not long ago, the flames blazed brightly in the sky.

The shouts of killing pierced through the night. Yilin finally reluctantly closed the script. He was looking up, but he was disturbed by the 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 went down the mountain at the speed of light and fell to the ground.

"Little tiger lost his grenade."

Yilin nodded. Although Yilin didn't know what water Wang Xiaohu mixed and what fish he touched, he even used grenades. It seemed that he was in some kind of crisis.

But I have to say that the goods are very lucky. Among so many grenades, the only one that can explode has been touched by Wang Xiaohu. His luck is OK.

Before Wang Xiaohu's departure, Yilin left a female nail for Xiaohu in advance. At the critical moment, Wang Xiaohu easily broke the female nail and can ask Yilin for help. Even Wang Xiaohu didn't panic. What did Yilin panic about.

About twenty minutes later.

Golden Temple regeneration accident.

Bursts of loud chanting suppressed the shouts of killing.

A golden translucent cover, as virtual as real, rushed all the way from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Yilin narrowed his eyes and looked at the golden cover. As soon as he saw it, he was absorbed.

The golden cover is not a strange thing, but more than 20 monks with no grass on their heads. At the same time, they lit a golden light flickering like a flame, which condensed into a cover.

The cover seemed to be some kind of magic. The robbers' weapons fell on the golden cover with a bang, rippling and unable to protrude.

"That's interesting."

Yilin saw it brilliantly. The cover was obviously released by the eminent monks of Dali temple. It is invulnerable to knives and guns, water and fire. It can be called a turtle shell like skill. It also takes into account the special effects and is very overbearing.

Right now.

Yilin frowned. In the distant night sky, a bright meteor swept to the sky quickly.

He hardly hesitated. With a wave of his hand, he hid the mother spirits of the three relatives who wanted to stop talking, and without saying a word, stepped into the warning range of Jiannanchun.

Sure enough.

When Yilin stepped into that circle, the feeling of being secretly spied in sanpinxuan appeared again, which made Yilin feel a little uncomfortable.

Yilin pretended not to know, and a few nervous looks appeared on his face. Through the shadow of the tree and the night, like a fledgling young man, he quietly Mimi touched the direction of the top of the mountain.

The shouting and killing were all concentrated in the direction of the golden temple. Yilin didn't meet a few people along the way, perhaps because they were not unlucky enough to meet Yilin in the vast woods. Ten minutes later, Yilin came to the foot of the mountain.

There were many corpses along the way. Yilin looked at the death of those corpses and found another thing.

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

The monks are still breaking through the encirclement and going down the mountain, and there are dead bodies here. What does that mean? Very simply, these bodies died in the hands of "companions". In other words, they seem to work together, but in fact they belong to different camps. Once they start, they will not recognize their relatives. If they are not their own camp, they will kill indiscriminately.

This can also explain why hundreds of monks and robbers can stay together for three days and two nights. It seems that there are reasons for their mutual restraint.

After understanding this, Yilin didn't panic.

Another way out, Yilin found someone and dog squatting in the grass as Voldemort. These ten people obviously had the abacus of "mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind", but what they didn't expect was that there were hunters behind the Yellow finches.

Yilin carefully felt the movement around him and carefully avoided exposing more strength. After a little thought, he found several "in-situ spiral fire grenades" in his pocket, referred to as "spiral bombs", and threw them into the grass like beans.

"Call -"

After losing it, Yilin quickly took a few steps, made a leap and fell down.

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

A continuous explosion drowned the maple forest. With bursts of violent shaking, the more than ten Voldemort squatting in the grass didn't even see the back of the "Hunter". He just felt his ass hot and lost consciousness in an instant.

After easily solving this group of people, Yilin laughed happily. He clapped his hands and got up from the grass with a black face. When he was ready to continue to rush to the Golden Temple, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind him: "who are you?"

Yilin looked back and showed an appropriate performance on his face. His face was full of three points of vigilance, three points of accident, three points of surprise, and one point of complacency that didn't need to be hidden at all.

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

The light of fire around reflected on the woman's face, reflecting her exquisite facial features into a particularly three-dimensional shape.

Her thin lips were gently pursed, and there was no emotion on her face. Looking at Yilin's eyes, it was like looking at a dead object, which had no waves with wild flowers, stones or crickets in the grass.

"I just want to ask!" With a childish tone, Yilin gently raised his chin and asked the woman Nunu, "you jumped out without saying a word. Do you want to scare people to death?"

Clang~

The woman slowly stretched out two fingers and looked like a sharp sword. Her eyes opened and closed. There was a trace of imperceptible coldness in the depths of her eyes. She asked the second question: "where is the teacher?"

When the woman stretched out her sword finger, in the sword box behind her, the cold light was slightly shed, and the sound of the sword was like the sound of cicadas in summer night, buzzing in Yilin's ear.

Yilin's face changed and he felt the blood surging in his chest for a moment. Maybe he was too deep into the play and didn't stretch at once. Wow, he ejected a mouthful of blood.

Oh, my grass?

So awesome?

Yilin also added a bit of vigilance in his heart. He secretly said whether he was too bold to pretend to force. But after spitting out the blood, Yilin not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but also didn't lose too much blood. On the contrary, he felt that his breath was much smoother.

"Practice indiscriminately and don't know the heaven and earth."

The woman shook her head, put down her sword finger, ignored Yilin, and walked step by step from Yilin like others.

When the plain skirt woman passed by Yilin, Yilin smelled a faint smell of flowers, pure and natural.

"Younger martial sister, you are here at last."

Just when Yilin and the woman were wrong and out of date, the sword light flashed in the night sky. Jiannanchun stepped on a flying sword and fell lightly in front of the woman. Jiannanchun, who always likes to pretend to be forced, flashed a trace of imperceptible joy and shame in his eyes.

"Oh, oh --"

Yilin didn't stay far away. He looked at it and made a strange noise.

In Jiannanchun's hand, he also carried a man with a drooping look.

It's Wang Xiaohu.

Jiannanchun has never received the muzzle gun from the 22nd century of modern civilization. Although he can't understand how meaningful the "Oh" sound is, listening to it always makes Jiannanchun feel very uncomfortable, like blood dripping on his face and pregnancy in his ears.

He followed the prestige to Yilin, and his expression was obviously stunned. Then he looked at Wang Xiaohu in his hand. At last, he recognized: "it's you?"