The Museum of Beasts

The dragon fire technique spread rapidly, and countless poisonous insects under the flames were burnt and squeaked. From the flames, there was a crackling noise, a bit like fried beans, accompanied by a pungent burnt smell. Come.

This scene is terrifying.

However, although the dragon fire technique is tyrannical, the poisonous insects are not afraid of death, and they rush forward, forming a stalemate with the flame.

This is the first time Lin Jin has seen this kind of thing.

He just tried to use coercive force to deter poisonous insects, but the result was ineffective. It can only be said that these poisonous insects are also controlled by certain spells. Gu insects and the like are inherently difficult to control and difficult to deter, and this time it is for the enemy to occupy With the first opportunity, Lin Jin can only passively defend now.

Don’t ask, this is the second ‘meeting ceremony’ prepared by the ‘Taoist’ for himself.

If the violent spells attached to the pen in Qilong Town were only deterrence, and only made people lose face, then this time, the attack of all the insects in this worm valley is really killing people.

So many poisonous insects, once they get close, they will be eaten up in the blink of an eye, and their souls will be destroyed.

The only thing that felt excited was rhubarb.

It became bigger at this moment, like a bull with love, screaming strangely, stirring its wings and rushing into the swarm of insects behind the flames.

This was entirely Rhubarb's own actions. Lin Jin was also taken aback when he saw it. It was too late to stop him.

"Let it go!"

Lin Jin was helpless, but Rhubarb had a special physique and it was difficult for those poisonous insects to hurt it. In this case, Lin Jin could walk across the clouds, but he didn't want to.

Walking on the cloud is tantamount to being afraid of the opponent. He won the previous round, and this time he won't give in.

At the same time as he stretched out his hand, the surrounding flames seemed to have been poured with several barrels of fire oil, directly deflagrating, and the fierce fire finally took advantage at this moment.

Under the impact of the flame, all the poisonous insects were like a praying man’s arm as a car.

I don't know how many poisonous insects were burned to death. Anyway, there are black charcoal-like poisonous insect remains everywhere at the scene, definitely tens of millions.

Rhubarb had been flopping for a long time and had eaten a lot, but at the moment it was all burned. The dead poisonous insects were also fleeing in disarray. Rhubarb was very dissatisfied at first glance, but did not care about the neck that it was eating was about to blow up.

In this kind of dense forest, flames are easy to cause big fires, but the dragon fire technique is not a normal flame, it is a mana fire that burns with Lin's heart.

To put it simply, let it burn and burn, let it extinguish and extinguish.

Lin Jin's pinch method extinguished the residual fire and continued to move forward. This time it went smoothly. He did not encounter such obstacles and troubles again. He went deep into Gu Chong Mountain and then climbed up a mountain.

There is a big tree above the mountain, and the surrounding area is empty. Under the tree sits an old Taoist man dressed in "Tao" clothes. Next to the old Taoist, a rope is tied to the trunk, and the other end of the rope is tied to a white ape.

I could see that the white ape was very impatient, always thinking of breaking the rope around his neck, but no matter how hard it struggles and tears, it can't pull the rope.

This rope obviously carries an inexplicable force.

The old way under the tree is playing chess with a monk.

The old Taoist priest was relaxed and comfortable. The handsome monk in white clothes on the opposite side was already sweating profusely. Now it was his turn to play, but the monk was holding a black disc, but he couldn't fall on the chessboard. An invisible force suppresses him, and controls him.

The clothes on the monk had long been wet, but the monk was also very persistent. The more he was, the less he would give up, even though his eyes were bloodshot and his cold sweat was dripping.

"If you don't come, don't do it. Wouldn't it be better to give in and give up?" The old Taoist said without raising his eyes.

The monk did not speak, still holding tremblingly.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest seemed to feel something. He looked up at the road up the mountain and said: "The Lord is here, little monk, you can rest."

With a wave of his hand, a force swept out, and the monk groaned and was swept aside. Half of the beads had been cracked.

"Daluo Temple also has masters. It's a pity that you little monk did not learn the elite Dharma, and the heat is not enough. If you can go back alive this time, remember to practice well. Don't just run around and learn from others. Don’t you see if you are worthy to cast down demons?"

The old Taoist not only beat people down, but also ridiculed them.

The monk was angry, but there was no way.

He is not the opponent of this old Taoist priest at all.

Over there, Lin Jin also went up to the top of the mountain step by step, first looked around, and then slowly walked over.

When they were far away, Lin Jin could see the situation above. The first thing he saw was the white ape who was stuck behind him. Without a doubt, he found it by himself.

The white ape didn't seem to be a problem, but it was tied by a rope around his neck. The rope was obviously not a common grade, enough to suppress the white ape's demon, so that the white ape was no different from an ordinary monkey.

You can't even break free of the rope.

Nothing else, just at this point, I knew that this old Taoist priest was extraordinary, and that rope was definitely some kind of powerful magic weapon.

Looking at the old Taoist priest again, it was really strange.

Although he was wearing Taoist clothes, his appearance was very spicy and insidious, unlike a kind-hearted person, but his clothes were very particular, and the Taoist robe was plain and clean, and only a large ‘dao’ was written with a calligraphy brush.

His hair was gray, his cheeks were thin, and his eyes were shiny.

Look at the face, this old Taoist is not easy to deal with.

Noting the painful monk next to him, Lin Jin asked, "Is this the master of Daluo Temple?"

The monk was taken aback for a moment, enduring the severe pain at the moment, his hands clasped together to return the gift: "The master dare not be the seal of the little monk at Daluo Temple, I wonder if you are..."

"The curator!" Lin Jin could see that the monk Zhiyin and this old Taoist weren't the same people, and they even fought the law before, but the result should be a miserable defeat for the monk who holds the seal.

Even Lin Jin could tell that the monk holding the seal was extremely dangerous at this moment.

Think about it, Master Xuan Jue was also good to himself. Although the abbot was a bit mad at first, he was also very reasonable after admitting counseling, so if he had a chance, he would save him if he could save the seal.

Lin Jin stepped forward, the clouds were light and the wind was light, not nervous, but the rhubarb did not come up, Lin Jin let it wait under the mountain, if needed, he would immediately rush to the rescue by sending an order.

At this moment, there was only Zou'er in Lin Jin's arms.

The fox in the form of a little fox is very flattering at this moment. A pair of fox eyes are staring at the old Taoist priest with a fierce light, and six fox tails are flying.

The old Taoist saw it, but ignored it. He just laughed and pointed to a tea set next to him and said, "It's time for the curator to come. The tea here is just right. Come, please sit down."