The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 142 Fire Armor
After this idea was born in his heart, Tian Zhu quickly lowered his head again, so as not to attract Lin Yang's attention.

Otherwise, he is afraid that there will be another disaster.

At the same time, he was also puzzled.

Why is this young man, who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, yet has a cruel heart, killing people like hemp, like a thousand-year-old monster?
But no one could answer him except Lin Yang.

But at this moment, in front of Lin Yang, the flying sword fell into his palm, causing Lin Yang to glance away with the flying sword between his fingers.

I saw that although this flying sword is simple and simple, its style is extremely simple, except for some fish scale patterns on the hilt, there is no other special feature. In the world of cultivating immortals in the starry sky, it is only a sword used by disciples in the Qi refining period.

However, being able to use such a flying sword on the half-desolate planet earth is enough to enhance the terrifying combat power.

Lin Yang couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction, turned his palms over, put the flying sword into the storage bag, and stuffed the storage bag into his pocket.

At this time, he opened his mouth and said to Tian Zhu:
"From now on, your name is Huojia. Although your body is a fire spirit body, it is somewhat extraordinary, but with your cultivation base and your state, it is almost impossible to control it, but in Later, I will refine it for you, but it will allow you to control this body completely."

"Thank you, Master, for giving me the name."

When Tian Zhu heard Lin Yang's words, his body couldn't help trembling, and he bowed to Lin Yang, bowing his head and thanking him, looking very devout.

However, the moment his head touched the ground, the resentment in his heart increased by three points.

'Help me refine my body and help me control it freely, I don't believe this kid would be so kind. '

'I'm afraid this kid wants to further control Lao Tzu by refining this fire spirit body, so that Lao Tzu will obey him. MMP, what a vicious boy, wait for your grandfather and I will one day, you wait. '

When Huo Jia thought about this, his body crawled lower, showing a gesture of complete fear.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yang naturally couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart because he had already controlled the fire armor of life and death.

Later, Lin Yang ordered Huojia to deal with the corpses and bones in the room, and he stepped out of the room and moved all the archaeologists who were in the three branched caves out of the cave one by one.

At this moment, it is dawn.

"Mr. Lin, are they still saved?"

Zhao Lingling received a report from the guards that Lin Yang had walked out of the 'big tomb' and brought out experts.

She hurried to the entrance of the 'Great Tomb', and saw the archaeologists who were pale, eyes closed, and thinner, she couldn't help feeling dignified, walked to Lin Yang, and asked carefully.

These experts are a very strong force in the archaeological world. If something goes wrong, it will be a big loss to the archaeological world of China.

And the responsibility she has to bear will definitely be extremely heavy, and it will have an impact on her father Zhao Yuanlong's promotion.

"They've just been hungry for too long, so it's okay to add some food and recuperate for a while.

However, the tomb here cannot continue to be explored. There are still some special organs inside. I haven't completely destroyed it. It will take some time. You tell the surrounding guards that no one is allowed to enter, otherwise people will die. "

When Lin Yang heard the question, he answered in silence.

The rich aura in this cave is of great help to his cultivation, but it will take some time to plunder and absorb it all.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I will definitely take care of all parties and let them not act rashly."

Zhao Lingling was shocked when she heard this, and said quickly.

When the words fell, she suddenly thought of the seven or eight people who broke in last night, and couldn't help but feel a little worried, wondering if Lin Yang met them.

"Mr. Lin, there were seven or eight martial arts masters who broke into the tomb last night. Please be careful, Mr. Lin."

"I already know that if I enter this tomb again later, I will get rid of them."

Lin Yang nodded, but didn't say what was going on inside.

He felt that for a profit-minded family like the Zhao family, loyalty was too fragile in the face of real interests, and there was no need to say anything to them, even if it was Zhao Lingling, a woman, in front of him.

Later, Lin Yang asked Zhao Lingling to look after these experts, and he stepped into the cave again, all the way to the room with the stone bed.

At this moment, Huo Jia stood respectfully at the door of the room. The corpses in the room had been reduced to piles of ashes, and even the bones on the stone bed had disappeared.

Lin Yang walked to the stone bed, raised his palm, and waved towards the stone bed. The surface of the stone bed seemed to be scraped by a steel knife. After the stone powder floated up, all the runes carved on it disappeared.

However, Lin Yang kept stepping on the stone bed, pointed like a sword, volleyed towards the surface of the stone bed, and quickly sketched, one after another runes were carved on the stone bed under his sword finger.

In the blink of an eye, the entire stone bed was once again engraved with runes.

This scene fell in the eyes of Huo Jia at the door, making his green eyes flicker, and he was startled, and he gained a new understanding of Lin Yang.

Back then when he opened up this cave and carved runes on the stone bed, it took him three full years to finally complete the Soul Cultivation Formation according to the records in the ancient books, with great care and without making any mistakes.

However, looking at Lin Yang now, it is easy to understand without a trace of delay, as if those runes are all driven by arms. This is no longer a simple understanding, but a deep study.

"A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy is so evil, how can I regain my freedom?" '

Huo Jia was depressed, but he didn't dare to show any signs of it, standing at the door of the room like an old servant.

After Lin Yang carved all the runes, he sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

When he raised his head, his eyes fell on Huo Jia, and he just glanced at it without saying a word.

Huo Jia's body shook, he knelt on the ground, and respectfully said to Lin Yang: "What is the master's order?"

Maybe it was a ghost from thousands of years ago, but for being a servant, at least on the surface, it seemed very good.

Lin Yang looked at the fire armor, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said in a deep voice:
"You took away this person's body, so how much of the memory in his soul did you get?"

"Returning to the master, because Xiao Xiao's cultivation base is too low, and there is no special method. I only got a few words, and most of the memories have been lost with this person's death."

Huo Jia didn't dare to hide the slightest thing, and said everything.

He has seen records in ancient books that advanced monks can search for souls. If he does not tell the truth, in case Lin Yang has the ability to search for souls, if he searches for his soul, I am afraid that even if his soul is complete, his memory will be confused. It's him.

Lin Yang became even more silent when he heard this, as if his mood fluctuated a bit.

But after a long time, he finally took a deep breath, spoke again, and asked, "In this person's memory, is there any relevant information about the headquarters of the Huasha organization?"

After the words fell, Lin Yang stared at Huo Jia without blinking his eyes, making Huo Jia feel that this matter was closely related to Lin Yang, and he couldn't help being cautious.

(End of this chapter)