Unexpectedly, as soon as his body reached mid-air, Wen Ming let out a short and painful cry, and then the rising force was exhausted and he began to fall down.

The rising flames shone the tower as if it was daylight. Wei Lin narrowed his eyes, and the raging flames were filled with interlaced silk arrays. Under the burning of the flames, the thin silk threads faded away from their original grayish whiteness and turned red.

His heart shrank, and it was the eight-eyed spider silk on the back of the flower!

This spider silk is thin and hard. When they entered the Canye Pavilion, they were almost tied into blood tofu by the spider silk of the third-level flower-backed eight-eyed spider. As the cultivation level of the flower-backed eight-eyed spider improved, the spider silk spider silk spider became thinner and harder.

The fineness of the spider silk in the tower is at least the spider silk of the eight-eyed spider on the back of the seventh and eighth-level flower.

Wei Lin made a quick decision and raised Yue Yi and threw it to the edge of the crack in the door: "You go outside and guard it, and you can't let the monks from Yuan'an Temple come!"

After a pause, he instructed him again: "If it is not critical, try not to hurt the lives of ordinary people."

After saying that, he stepped on the tower wall heavily and pulled Mo Li Jian out of the pedal wall. At the same time, he temporarily broke away from the control of the heavy earth technique and stepped on the tower wall and rose rapidly. After catching the falling Wen Ming, Mo Li Jian inserted into the tower wall again.

Wen Ming, who fell from the spider silk array, was almost dispersed from his body. The wounds caused were extremely small, and the wounds remained glued. The middle-grade earth-level velvet on his body protected the key parts and left him a breath.

Wei Lin stood on Mo Li's sword, took him the Rejuvenation Pill, and sealed his main meridians to stop bleeding.

Wen Ming cannot move at will, let alone continue to explore the tower and take Buddha relics, it is not enough to move even more.

Wei Lin decisively took him out of the tower and placed it on the ground, urged Yue Yi to protect him, and he turned back to the tower.

The fire in the middle of the Yanming Tower is as bright as daylight. The monks patrolling the night in the temple will soon find that they must fight quickly!

After the operation of the operation of breaking away from the heavy earth, he walked vigorously on the tower wall. When approaching the silk array, he swung the Mo Li sword in his hand, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding , the flower-back eight-eyed spider silk that could easily cut the flesh of the monk was broken under the Mo Li sword.

After cutting out the fellow who can pass by, continue to tap the toes on the tower wall and quickly pass through the fire layer to the top partition.

He waved the long sword in his hand and brushed a few swords down. A big hole was cut out of the partition. He jumped gently and jumped onto the partition from the entrance of the hole.

A long sword wrapped in sword energy and rushed towards his throat. Wei Lin subconsciously used the Shocking Strike technique to avoid the deadly sword energy, but there was still a few tingling red on his neck.

After setting apart, he raised his eyes and a male cultivator in front of him stood with a sword in the early stage of foundation building with cold eyes. His sword was surrounded by spiritual power, and he was obviously able to use spiritual power.

"Hmph! I didn't expect someone to die again! Over the years, you have been—"

Without worrying about being surprised, before he could finish his words, Wei Lin waved his sword forward, and Mo Li Jian slashed straight towards him.

The man's eyes flashed with disdain. Here, only he could use his spiritual power. Even if the Lord of the Yuanying came, he was also an ant in front of him, and he was vulnerable.

With a light crossing of the long sword, he didn't want to do his best. He could force the other party to give up with just the sharp sword energy on the sword.

Over the years, although there are few people who have broken through the levels below, there are not many people here. Holy objects like Buddha relics have a greater temptation for late-stage Jindan monks. The test of the inner demons when forming infants is a major obstacle to the golden elixir to the Nascent Soul, and many golden elixir monks have been broken in this part.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage has come here in recent years, but it is also said that he has killed so many Jindan real people and the Yuanying True Lord. How can he be more important to have another Foundation Establishment Stage?

Thinking of this, his disdain in his eyes became even more, and his movements were casual, as if he was slapped by a mosquito, and he said coldly: "Hmph, being able to die under my sword like a group of Golden Pill Yuanying is also considered your boy's glory."

Wei Lin held the sword and moved forward steadily, with a wooden sign in his left hand blocking the vital points of his heart.

Seeing him coming, the male cultivator was a little surprised, "Rampant, crazy..."

Mo Li pierced his heart without any stop. The sword energy on the opponent's sword was also raging and cutting on Wei Lin's body. He still did not dodge or avoid it, flipped his wrist and shattered his heart with lightning speed before the other party could react.

A trace of bright red blood left on the corner of the male cultivator's mouth, his head tilted, and he slowly fell to the ground. As the master fell, the sword energy disappeared and the sword fell to the ground.

Wei Lin wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth and looked at the Buddha relics beside him. The yellow and round beads were shiny and clear, with a stream of light. A little golden inside was even more radiant. He reached out to get it, but he paused and bent down to take it out on the dead male cultivator.

This is why he can use spiritual power in the forbidden spirit array. He dripped his blood and after recognizing the master, his spiritual power was indeed restored. The spiritual power wrapped in the Buddha's relics and put it in the jade box. He quickly took off the storage bag on the male cultivator's body, and turned around and jumped down.

With spiritual power in his body and Mo Li in his body, the two formations below no longer pose a threat to him.

He suddenly remembered a sentence that Yun Li said, "Cannon Fodder died because he talked a lot. Although he didn't know what cannon Fodder was, he unexpectedly matched the monk who was stationed in the garrison.

After leaving the Yanming Tower, the lights were already on outside. A group of monks forced Yue backwards step by step. A fierce stern flashed in his eyes. With a finger, his fingertips were covered in white mist, and the spiritual pet fog bee appeared buzzing.

At this time, the door behind him opened. Wei Lin picked up Wen Ming who was unconscious, wrapped the green vine around Yue Yi's waist, pulled him to the flying sword, and passed by the monks' heads.

"Not good! Buddha's relics! He took the Buddha's relics!"

Seeing him coming out of the sword, an old monk wearing a Zen crown on his head, white eyebrows and long beards shouted anxiously.

As the abbot of the temple, he knew clearly that there was a monk stationed in Yanming Tower, and he also knew that the monk was able to use spiritual power because of the formation card. Now someone is using a sword, and the result is self-evident.

However, facing the monks who have recovered their spiritual power, no matter how high their martial arts are, they can only watch them fly away.

After leaving the Yuan'an Temple, Wei Lin stopped above a peak. Wen Ming's injury needs to be recuperated for a period of time. Otherwise, even if he is lucky enough to die, it will affect the foundation behind it.

In addition, he could not hold on to the poison at the front gate and the sword energy of the male cultivator stationed behind him. Not to mention Yue Yi, who was afraid of death, regained his spiritual power as soon as he left the Yuan'an Temple area and immediately used his power to force the poison to force him to kick him down.

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The sky was light and the fish belly turned white in the east.

On Xiaomu Peak, the quiet courtyard is quiet. Next to the two side-by-side bamboo houses, there is a small wooden house that is incompatible with the courtyard.

The sound of opening the door gently broke the tranquility. As the door opened, a girl in green ink walked out of it. She tilted her head, closed her eyes and shakingly pushed open the bamboo house on the left.

She shook her head, and after she was a little more awake, she took out a bowl from the storage bag, waved her right hand to the basket containing the spiritual rice, and crystal clear spiritual rice flew into her bowl.

After a while, Yun Li woke up completely and felt that the weight in her hand was not right. She looked down and saw that there was only a layer of shallow rice at the bottom of the bowl. Then she looked at the spiritual fruits and vegetables next to her. There were only a few leaves and a few fruit stems at the bottom of the empty basket.

She looked down at the spiritual rice at the bottom of the bowl. Such a little bit was definitely not enough. Helplessly, she had to take out her medium-grade spiritual rice to make do.

At noon, Yunli stopped practicing transformed leaves and had to go to the deacon to get food.

I looked at the little black chicken with my neck hiding my neck in my wings and sleeping soundly. Well, I have to take it with me too.

"Xiao Hei, get up and you're going out."

The little black chicken opened her eyes in a daze and looked at her blankly. Yun Li was speechless. She ate and slept, and ate. No wonder she had gained a lot in just one month.

She got up and walked down the mountain. The little black chicken shook and followed her. Yun Li glanced at it. This listless look was not good.
Chapter completed!