Liao Zhai's Refining God

Chapter 109
In less than three hours, Wang Lin arrived here. The mountain temple is located on a flat land on the mountainside, with three rooms, bluestone and green tiles, surrounded by tall and unusually tall trees, covering it, making it look a bit dim.The front of the temple gate was covered with leaves and overgrown with shrubs. It looked rather dilapidated, as if no one had come to offer incense for a long time.

The reason why Wang Lin came to visit the mountain temple was to make sure whether the mountain god of Huiyun Mountain was still in office. The ghost behind the skin.

"It's gone!" Wang Lin entered the mountain temple and used the Qi Watching technique to look at it. She could see clearly at once that the aura on the statue of the mountain god had dissipated, and half of the statue's body had been shattered, indicating that there was no spiritual distraction. Projected, if the gods are still there, they will definitely not be separated from their souls here, and the statues will never break naturally due to wind and sun. After all, obtaining the power of incense is the main energy body of their practice.The gods will never allow the destruction of the idol.

Wang Lin is not very clear about the path of mountain god cultivation, but the power of incense and fire is the main aspect of the cultivation of the gods of the Shinto, and it is absolutely impossible to give up.So, although this Huang Pizi expresses the meaning very smoothly, it is probably because he is afraid of death, or he is very confident in his ancestors, and deliberately lured Wang Lin to come, so he didn't deceive too much; or this is the nature of monsters, thinking about problems better than humans Keep it simple.

"Squeak!" Wang Lin released the yellow leather from the bookcase. The yellow leather's calf was pierced by jade bamboo. It was not bandaged last night. In addition, the water sleeve of the true yin magic weapon was full of ghostly aura. Now the wound has festered and is bleeding. Heixue, if ordinary people were bound overnight with such a real weapon, they might not have the strength to move.

After all, this yellow-skinned monster is a spiritually intelligent monster with a strong desire to survive. After releasing it to the ground, his body quickly ran up the mountain behind the mountain temple, familiar with the road.At the same time, he yelled even louder, apparently informing his companions to come rescue him.

What Wang Lin wanted was this effect. It was always faster and safer to lure the opponent out to fight than to search all over the mountain. After all, this is the opponent's territory, so I don't know what tricks they have.

So Wang Lin seemed to follow the limping Huang Pizi without any haste, but in fact, she let go of her five senses and paid close attention to all the movements in the surrounding mountains and forests, ready to fight at any time.Of course, the green flute is also hidden in the emerald jade bamboo bookcase, ready to go.

"Squeak!" Huang Pizi fled for about three kilometers through the dense forest, and finally came to a huge persimmon tree. It has been deformed, showing an oblate shape, and its trunk is at least about ten meters long. The branches and trunks are like a canopy covering the space within a hundred and ten meters.

Arriving in front of this tree, Huang Pizi was obviously agitated. Tears flowed out while shouting joyfully, and even his pace became slow.

"Squeak!" Following the shout of the yellow-skinned boy and his worship, a string of yellow-skinned children suddenly drilled out of the tree hole. The big one was about the same size as the yellow-skinned boy in front of him, and the small one was the same as the ordinary yellow-skinned boy. Ten of them sat on the trunk of a huge persimmon tree, grinning at Wang Lin and screaming strangely.

If ordinary people encountered this kind of battle, they would probably be scared to death. There are so many yellow skins, each of them is vigorous and powerful, even if a fierce tiger comes here, I am afraid that it will not survive the siege.Wang Lin used the Qi Wang technique to check, and found that at least one-third of them had opened their spiritual intelligence, which was already considered a ghost.

"When did Huang Pizi become so easy to open up his spiritual wisdom? There must be treasures hidden in this mountain!" Wang Lin pondered.I met that fierce tiger in Xishan earlier because there was a spiritual spring. It would be as difficult for an ordinary beast to cultivate spiritual wisdom. Its own lifespan is not long. Impossible to open wisdom.Moreover, Huangpizi is a relatively weaker beast in nature than a tiger, and it is basically impossible to evolve by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters.

"Roar!" A roar seemed to seep into Wang Lin's mind, and it actually shook the energy space on Wang Lin's head, as if it was about to collapse.At the same time, a huge eye-catching tiger suddenly appeared from under the persimmon tree, and rushed towards Wang Lin. It was three or four times bigger than the previous yellow-skinned tiger, more ferocious and lifelike. Its sharp teeth are exactly like the real thing.

Moreover, it is not a simple illusion, but a mass of cyclones, and the gale blows in the face, just like a real tiger.

Wang Lin used the technique of tortoise's breath, constricted the energy in her brain, stood still in the face of the oncoming tiger, and held her breath at the same time.As the tiger approached, the strong wind rushed past, making the clothes rattle, and an extremely foul and rancid smell penetrated into the nose. If Wang Lin hadn't held her breath in advance, the "poisonous gas" might have stunned Wang Lin.

"Cultivation is not weak!" Wang Lin pondered. Just now the tiger was completely condensed with mental power, and the gathered air mass added the unique stench of yellow leather. The method is much better than that of the previous yellow leather. , I didn't expect him to do this, and Wang Lin has the turtle's breathing method, which is the best method of holding breath, she must be fainted to the ground.

Moreover, from the perspective of her soul power cultivation, Wang Lin found that her cultivation level was equivalent to her own, which was higher than that of Lu Di. If she had let Lu Di come here alone, she might have fallen here.

"If the servant came alone, I would be killed today, thank you, sir." The green flute also realized at this time, and sent a soul thought to Wang Lin through the altar.Previously, she looked down on these spirits, thinking that she had practiced the superior divine way, and could easily deal with them, but the reality taught her a lesson.

"You have only practiced for a short period of time, and you have obtained too little First Wood Qi. Given time, you will soon be stronger than these monsters. Don't underestimate yourself, don't make inappropriate allusions, and don't underestimate any practitioners." Wang Lin said.

The reason why the title "cultivator" is used is that there are too many types of practitioners in this world, such as humans, ghosts, demons, gods, etc., and each has its own method of cultivation, which is really difficult to enumerate.

"Slaves understand!" The green flute sent out a soul thought.

"Chi!" When the two of them were exchanging brief soul thoughts, another phantom emerged from the trunk of the persimmon tree. A giant python with a length of [-] meters was lifelike, with distinct scales and sharp fangs. Flying around and flying straight towards Wang Lin, the wind whirled, flying sand and rocks, and the stench was suffocating.

"There is no end!" Wang Lin was furious, her palms moved, Feiyun Sword came out of its sheath, and a move of "Yunjuan Yunshu" was swayed out. This is the first move of Wang Lin's Feiyun Thirteen Swords This move is also the only one that can be mastered.

(End of this chapter)